Summary : It ends, but adds a new beginning.
A perspiration covered Monika, her face going bloodless as realization hits. She was censored out of the player's sight, specifically 4 years ago, now she is still in this inexorable void, and she knew she cant escape. Loud statics and heat wavered Monika as she screams in distress and anguish feeling the burns in her skin seeping slowly. "*STOP IT! PLEASE! IM SORRY!*" her voice ruptured out, but nobody heard it. If anything, it felt like being inside a volcano, she tried to attend if anything will just save her from this hellish void. But nothing responds her back. "*You did this yourself, Monika. I guarantee you, you knew this was going to happen. Either get executed or reflect your violations and change for the better.*" an anonymous voice reached Monika, her head perked up in response. "*WHOS THERE? PLEASE SAVE ME! IM SORRY!*" her shaky voice loud enough as a bomb immediately responded to the anonymous voice from nowhere in her sight.
"*Reflect from your mistakes and restart your actuality, or get executed here and now.*" Here, the anonymous voice was more dominant than just earlier. Their voice does not vary at all in tone or loudness, flat. But it was slightly dominant. Monika didnt falter and instantaneously blurted. "*ILL REFLECT MY MISTAKES! ILL CHANGE FOR THE BETTER! PLEASE LET ME OUT OF HERE!*" Monika was pallid, sallow and trembling. She had just got used to the loud statics and heatwave, she needed to get out. Shes willing to do a reckless risk, anything to get out. She felt desolated. She clenched her hands over her ears trying to defend herself from the loud torrent of noise. For a split second,the loud statics and heatwave all disappeared. Aswell as she woke up in a recognizable blotchy closet with manga books scattered in each shelf, a ladder in the corner of her eye. She was sitting and clammy, probably because of the huge heatwave earlier in the void. An electric pain behind Monika's eyes attacked, and she clenched her eyes shut in response. Monika stood up anyway, resisting the sharp pain in her head and adjusted her messy uniform, luckily she wasnt that clammy. The sweat wasnt that recognizable. She gathered her thoughts and opened the closet door, feeling a comfortable atmosphere between peaceful ambience and silence. Relieved, Monika staggered towards a near table thats unoccupied. As she sat, her eyelids dropped, heavy with weariness.
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"Monika?? Wake up." Monika's eyebrows arched upwards, her shoulders recoiling in response to see a fashionable pink haired girl standing, hands on hip with a sour expression plastered on her face. "If your going to sleep all day, you couldve joined a nap club or went absent or something. And your face is pale! Gosh, have you been staying up?" An recognizable unpleasant shrill voice wavered Monika. No words came out of Monika, she didnt know what to say either way. Beside her is a six-foot-three ramrod, dark rich purple hair who looked worried like a mom. Both looked complete opposites, and Monika recognized them. Today marks the final day before next week lands the day of the festival, but while that. There was someone missing.
Someone threw the door opened stormly, behind it was a peach-sunshine girl with a big grin planted on her face permanently. "Hey! Sorry i was late, anyways..I was late because i was buying Natsuki a cookie from the vending machine!" a cheerful pleasant voice says, the sour girl huffed and stomped towards her. "Sayori you didnt need to get me a cookie. Just pass the cookie to Yuri." Monika frowned, her distinctive mental capacity tells herself the sour small-being was lying about not needing a cookie. "What a good lie..Sayori did lie too." Monika knew, both of them were lying. "Natsuki, i thank you politely for your offer. But i will have to decline." A modulated voice earned from Yuri, the dark rick haired girl spoke. Natsuki's eyebrows scrunch together and had her jaws slightly tense in response. "WHATEVER!" She exploded out and harshly took the cookie in Sayori's hands to consume it. Sayori, who looked clueless and innocent just let it happen. But Monika knows what she was thinking.
Yuri didnt look suprised, sighing in defeat. She walked towards Monika who still has her head in her desk. "M-Monika. Uh..You should g-get more rest..ill set the d-decorations..d-dont w-worry Sayori will help m-me." Yuri spoke thickly and taut, assuring Monika. She leapt to her feet, and padded to the front of the classroom, trying to resist the sharp pain behind Monika's eyes and arms. "Okay, everyone!" Monika's silvery voice echoed across the classroom, and 3 of the girls now had eyes on the dull light brown haired girl who has her hands clasped onto each other. "Today marks the final day, before next week lands on the day of the festival!" What she said sounded right. "Lets all decorate the clubroom, before going home. We still have 20 minutes!" She motivated her clubmates enthuastically, as everyone went to work. Monika felt drowsy, she decided to stretch her arms over her head and stole a glance at Sayori who was gently putting pamphlets to each desk, Yuri who was pinning papers that seemed to be invitations from the club on the walls outside the classroom, Natsuki was drawing on the board with a swift neat chalk as a board decoration about the festival. Monika's body slumped, losing her stiff posture. Relieved. I guess everyone is doing well, specially that MC isnt here.
Monika decided to wipe the windows and keep the clubroom clean, as a gesture of her to help. But awhile she does, an uneasy feeling was still clinged onto her like the roots of a tree. Everything clicked. Yuri still harms herself..Sayori is still depressed..Natsuki still gets abused by her dad. Monika secretly pulling at her hair while second-guessing herself worried. How will she handle each of her clubamte's problems, fix their life and have their happy ending in one go? Questions traveled everywhere around Monika's head, the world turned monotone in her eyes out of worry, she spaced out. Glancing at the window, she didnt know what to do. She was clueless in how to do all of these laborious flaws. She strongly tried to snap out of it, and continue cleaning. But the uneasy feeling did not let go.
After all the cleaning, Monika then tiptoed to the front of the classroom. With 3 of the girls infront, each different expression. "Monika, so before you could start your..little 'okay everyone!' speech could you explain why youve been napping in the clubroom? And its rare your more early then everyone else." Natsuki curiously grumbled, raising a brow at her as she crosses her arms. Monika dropped a sweat down. "Well, i arrived earlier than expected, and i was pretty tired. I apologize deeply as its rarity of me being early." Natsuki huffed in response, not seeming to know what to say. Of course she will huff whenever she didnt have anything else to say, its Natsuki. What did Monika expect? Its not like that her clubmates remembered what she did, she wasnt even sure if her clubmates still remember. Monika still hasnt fully recuperated from her 4 years of being in a void, suffering in anguish, distress and agony. She cant tell them the truth, or it will repeat all over again.
Monika then continued with her ending speech before club activities end and was the time they go home. Nothing bad happened today, no player, no arguments. Today went smoothly, but the shaky feeling of her clubmate's problems caused Monika to drive her sanity downhill. But her determination didnt stop her, she was planning to visit each of them and attempt to fix their problems and finally have a happy ending they all deserve.
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One Last Chance
FanfictionMonika returned in a new game file in the literature club after getting demolished by the player, in a new world shes in. She seemed to think something or someone gave her one last chance to face laborious obstacles in order for her and her clubmate...
