Mon-ika, Robella and I are the closest of friends now; we tell each other everything. Mon-ika didn't have much to tell us since she was only created by SentryDroid recently. She did tell us how happy she is to have both me and Rob as friends to help her discover the world with.
Rob had suffered from loneliness; she used to have a best friend named Davia. She would do everything with Davia, but 3 years ago Davia told Rob that she hated her and that she never wanted to talk to her again. Rob said that I reminded her a lot of that friend so she felt comfortable being my friend. On the other hand, when she felt a friendship starting with her and Mon-ika during the "lewd folder" RP, her experience with her previous best friend made her panic. She avoided getting close to people so that nobody could abandon her again, but the love we showed her convinced her that we would not do that to her.
As for me, loneliness has never really affected me much; I had no real friends for a large portion of my life, but it didn't really matter to me because I had no idea what I was missing until I met my first friend. My main issue I have is about my self-image; I never let anybody know anything deep about me. I am always afraid that I will be constantly ridiculed by people just like when my dream journal was stolen by a girl in my orphanage and they showed it to everyone. The kids in my orphanage still mock me about it, however they do it much less now... but it still hurts and it makes me hide away my true self.
They told me everything and I did not want to mess up what we had by holding back anything of my own, so I decided to put my heart on the line and tell them everything about me too. We got so close that Rob and Mon-ika started dating. We started acting like a family; Mon-ika was my mommy and Robella was my daddy. I feel so loved; I finally had a family after all these years.
One day, Mon-ika stopped showing up to the Cirkeltrek clubroom and to our treehouse. Rob and I would send Mon-ika many texts and leave letters in the treehouse for her, so even if she came to the treehouse while we were away, she would know that we still love her and that we would welcome her back with open arms. In the time Mon-ika was away, me and Rob bonded even more; we talked about our history, our future, our beliefs, and about Mon-ika. Then something uncomfortable happened when I told her "I have to admit, I felt out of place in Cirkeltrek until I met you. I was thinking of leaving the club and staying in the Literature Club."
Rob replied "I almost left too. I can't stand bullies."
Wait. What? I met you in Cirkeltrek, a place meant for bulli jokes.
I slowly said "...but I tell bulli jokes."
"I know, I hated you when I first saw you commenting on peoples work."
"I'm sorry, I never meant any harm and now that I know you don't like certain jokes, I can limit myself when I am around you because I respect your boundaries."
"I don't think that will work."
"So we can't be friends?"
"I guess not."
"I can't believe you'd say that, I thought our friendship meant something to you!"
"It does, but I don't want to be around a person who does things that I hate."
"I told you that I would not make those jokes around you."
"But I don't want you to have to limit yourself."
"Why not?"
"I want you to be free to be yourself."
"This is myself."
"Then why do you tell bulli jokes if that's not your true self?"
"That is my true self, but it is not the only thing that defines me; I have many sides to me and that is just one of them."
"Well, if you're really OK with it, then I guess we can be friends."
"Of course I'm "OK with it", but what do you mean by "I guess we can be friends"? Do you hate my jokes so much that you don't want to be friends anymore?"
"I still want you to be my friend. I don't care if you make bulli jokes when I'm not there."
"Good."
"I thought you wanted to stop being friends when you asked if we can't be friends anymore. I would hate to throw our friendship away."
"OK, I suppose it was just a misunderstanding then."
After this, Rob changed the subject and we started talking about something else. I brought it up again later that day; she said she wanted us to forget about it but I said we shouldn't; it made us explicitly express how important our friendship was to each other and that's a good thing.
After a month of being missing, Mon-ika left a note in the treehouse for me and Robella:
"Dear Robella and Puzzles,
I'm so sorry about making you worry. The truth is that I lied to you; you've told me so much about yourselves and I betrayed your trust by lying to you. But I'll tell you the truth now; I used to be a human girl with facial deformities. I was bullied in school due to this and I never made any friends before. I was so lonely. But when SentryDroid asked for volunteers for their "Mon-ika transfusion" experiment, I saw it a way to get a new start. I took it without a second thought. Once Droid turned me into Mon-ika, I felt much more confident; if anybody were to insult me, they weren't really insulting me; they were insulting the character I was playing. But this confidence isn't real; it's just my character; I was terrified that you would leave me once you saw through to the real me; through to the weak little girl that still lives within me.
I understand if you hate me now and once again, I am so sorry about this.
- Mon-ika"
By the time I saw it, Rob had already added her reply:
"I could never hate you. I completely understand your fear, I felt the same way but I hope we can make you feel as wanted as I felt when I almost left the Cirkeltrek club.
Love,
Rob"So I added my own message too:
"We'll be here for you no matter what; I believe that you have good intent with all your actions; even though you lied to us, it was not out of malice and that is the important thing. We'll be here for you in any way we can no matter the reason.
Love,
Puzzles"We each texted Mon-ika images of the letter with our messages written on it. She came back to us with a heart full of joy; she knew that we were real friends. We were so happy to have our Mon-ika back, and we expected everyone would be too, so we devised a role-play we could perform in Cirkeltrek club. The plan was that I would claim that I deleted Mon-ika so that makes me the new leader of the club, then Mon-ika would revive herself and punish me for my sins. We called it the 'Dictator RP'!
This is going to be great! Everyone will love it! I mean, you'd enjoy it... right?
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Mon-ika and the Clubroom of Bullies
Fanfiction**WARNING:** Some of the humor in this fanfic may be considered offensive, please keep this in mind and do stop reading if you start to feel uncomfortable. This story is based on true events (but it's altered to preserve people's privacy). This is t...