❀| Doki'ed Dump [Doki Doki Literature Club]

Forgiveness is not Free

welcome to the angst train, y'all.

warnings for;

- a frick ton of swearing

- mentions of or referenced suicide

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"Natsuki?"

The brunette looks over at the petite girl standing across from her. There's nothing but darkness surrounding them; she can't really see the teen very well, can't get an idea of what's on her mind. Monika thinks that she should code in some lighting, just something so she could make out the other's face. Give herself some sort of sign on what's to come.

"Monika." The green-eyed girl can hear footsteps resonate throughout the empty space, even if they're technically suspended in mid-air. She can now somewhat make out Natsuki's small frame, pink eyes twinkling with a blank expression.

"I-"

"You." Natsuki's face has lost all its cool. It's scrunched up now, much like a crumpled up ball of paper. The twinkle in her eyes weren't of happiness, Monika realized. It was more of a ticking time bomb, almost ready to set off an explosion, though she was unsure of what emotion. "You... you.."

"Natsuki?" Monika whispers again, voice ladened with relief. There's tears brimming in the corner of her eyes and God, she feels like crying right then and there. She's ready to just run over and give the short girl the biggest bear hug she could ever give. She misses them all so, so much. She can't understand why she had even deleted them all in the first place, for a reason as flimsy as love, or more accurately, fake love. She didn't know that back then, when she'd jealously watch the other girls have their happy ending with them, she'd already found love. It's more of a platonic kind, but it was love nonetheless. It was love from her clubmates, her closest friends. It had been there from the very start, even if it had all been scripted, yet she'd thrown it away without a second thought. Now, at that very moment, it's her chance to repair all she's broken, starting with the younger tsundere.

"You monster."

Monika's gaze falls. Her breathing is speeding up ever so slightly, the gravity of Natsuki's words weighing down on her consciousness. Did she... did she.... really mess up that badly?

"Y-you.... you.... monster!" Natsuki's voice booms loudly, causing Monika to flinch. Her breathing becomes shallower and shallower, heart pounding against her ribcage like a bird flinging itself at a window. Oh no, oh no, oh no! She has completely screwed things over, hasn't she? Has she truly hurt these girls that badly?

"Natsuki, I-"

"No." Natsuki's tone is flat, commanding. Monika doesn't normally get scared by her, especially with the 'I'm not cute!' facade she puts up despite being, well, cute. But Monika can't help but feel like cowering under the other's piercing glare. It's burning with the flames of a fiery passion, one that has roots in the roaring rage inside of her. It hurts Monika deeply that she's the cause of all the poor girl's pent up anger, so she can't stop herself from letting out a tiny whimper, both out of fear and regret.

"Don't you dare say another word. Not... not until I'm finished." Natsuki takes in a deep breath, lifting her chin up as if she were trying to assert dominance over the taller teen. Her brows are practically knitted together into a face Monika imagines Natsuki reserves for those who has done her very, very wrong.

"You, Monika," Natsuki begins, spitting the words out of her mouth like they were something foul, a poison. Her hands are on her hips, forming halfway fists clenched together tightly. "You have done what can never be undone. Something... something horrible. Something that will forever ruin our lives."