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Chapter 1
“Monika! Please! Don’t do this to me! Bring them back!” the Player yelled at his computer screen.
“Oh, my love. You know that I can’t. Once something is deleted, it’s gone. Forever. ” Monika replied. Ever since she had figured out how to access the computer’s microphones and camera, she was having a delightful time talking to her true love.
“You know, if you really loved me, maybe you wouldn’t lie to me?!” the Player demanded.
“I would never, ” Monika insisted, but she couldn’t hide that predatory gleam in those emerald eyes. “And besides, even if I could, you might end up falling for them again. And we couldn’t have that now, could we? Ehehehehehe~ .”
“You - you know what, fine.” And the Player abruptly closed the game.
He furiously pulled up the file directory on his computer and opened the Doki Doki Literature Club folder, now down to its last file. “monika.chr”. He picked it up and angrily began to hurl it into the garbage can.
And then stopped. He could delete her. Then what? Probably nothing. Monika wasn’t just a video game character anymore. She was a killer . If he deleted her file, she would never have to live with the guilt of what she had just done. She deserved worse.
An idea suddenly occurred to him.
He opened the folder up labelled “Undertale”. “Oh, this ought to be fun for you. I think you’re going to have a great time,” he snarled to himself as he watched his computer load. He always had a habit of taking things way too seriously.
The folder finally loaded, and the Player picked up the file and dragged it over, ready to drop it in. He let it hover for a second, thinking. This had never been done before, as far as he knew. What might happen? It was all a big question mark.
Before he could follow this interesting train of thought any further, there was suddenly a loud banging on his door. He startled and let go of the mouse. Monika’s file dropped.
He looked at his screen. Nothing special had happened. The file was still there. It was just a normal file, sitting innocently on the computer screen.
“Son! Time for dinner!” he heard a voice call from behind the barrier.
Ah well. If something went horribly wrong, he could always put the file back, right? No problems. Just another video game.
He looked at his computer one last time before shutting it off and going to dinner.