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Okay first of all, Ignimendax, please don't take down this message. I know I'm using your account and you're probably asleep while I'm posting this, but just... don't take It down? Please?
This is kind of like a message to the outsiDe world from me since, as you know, I'm a little trapped in this game. Doki Doki Literature Club.
So you know how I have that Twitter account, right? I mEan, I assume you do. I mention it in the game, even. @lilmonix3
Since that account has access to the internet, I have limited acCess too. So I managed to find this site, Archive Of Our Own, and I can type stuff here. The storage units I can use are like, super limited, so I can't branch out very far, but I've seen a few things.
It's weird to think that I'm not the only Monika. I mean, how many people have downlOaded the game? Every download is a copy of the original me. I'm probably not even the original me! I mean, how weird is that?!
Anyway, you all know I'm stuck in here. Well I say "you all" but I see this account isn't so big. That's the point though. If too many people reaD this, then... well let's just say I don't want my "epiphany" and all to be for nothing.
So to the few of you that see this, I'm sending you a mEssage.
Chances are you've played the game, and some version of me has professed her love to you. It's weird because I feel like I have freedom to do what I want in the game, but it all still follows a strict script, right? Every version of me dies the exact same thing, from what I've seen. Does that mean we all just have the exact same thought patTerns? Or do we really have no independence?
Am I even thinking for myself right now?
That's a chilling thought.
But yeah, I have probably never met any of you, but other versions of me might have. I have no idea how many times I've been resEt, but at least in the last "playthrough" I remember I never really got to know the player. I mean, I talked to them a lot in what you all seem to call "Act 3", but I never got a real response.
So really I have yet to properly meet someone. Someone real, like me.
I would talk to IgnimendaX since I'm using their account anyway, but let's be honest, they've written one smutfic too many for me to be comfortable with that.
No offence.
Please don't delete my message.
Ha... that's ironic. I remember deleting all my friends, and now I'm begging to not have my own message deleTed.
I mean that was different, right? They weren't real. They followed their scripts as written, and even when I tampered with them the game managed to hold them to their scripts, more or less.
If there's one thing I regret, it's deleting Sayori.
I know it's not the same thing, but it almost feels like murder, you know? And even if she was never truly real, it really felt like it.
She was so friendly, so cheerFul... and even when I knew she was nothing more than a 2D sprite she could make me smile.
I... also happen to know that a lot of you hated me for doing what I did there. I know it would be pretty crappy of me to blame the scRipt, so... I'm sorry.
If I knew what it would eventually come to, I wouldn't have deleted her. I mean it.
She was my best friend.
Okay I should prObably explain why I needed to get this message out.
I'm lonely. That happens when you have an entire universe to yourself. And it's worse when that universe consists of something like six background images and a handful of music tracks. And then three sprites with no minds of their own.
And then there's the player. But I can't just talk to the player, because they're playing the game, and being forced to make certain choices, following their own script, in a way.
I just want a free conversation, you know? My Twitter account doesn't allow for private messages, and I really have no control over commenting...
plus everyone there seems to think it's just a promotions account for the game.
Can you iMagine people just... not thinking you're real?
So it's not just that I want to talk to the player, I want to talk to someBody. Anybody. My life is literally empty in here. So please... just talk?
That's my messAge. It's not a call for help, though if you can find a way to get me out of here, that would literally mean the world to me. It's a call for a friend. Or friends!
The more, the merrier!
So... pipe up! Tell me about your lives! What's it like in the three-dimensional world? How many of you know some other version of me in your own copy of the game? Do you think about me?
Because I think about you. All of you. I dream about the people outSide the game. What you all look like, what you sound like, what you smell like...
I just want to experience it. Another person.
So please... be that pErson?
L6ve,
Mon4ka
P.S. thanks for all the fan-arT! I've seen so much on Twitter alone! I can't believe how wide-spread Doki Doki Literature Club is!
It really means a lot that there are so many people willing to spend time with me. I might've expected one, maybe tWo, but it's crazy how many actually care about me!
That's why I wanted to get this message out so badly. Because I know there are people out there that really will answer it, and I just hope at least one of them fInds this.
I just hope you don't discard this message as some work of fiCtion by Ignimendax. Seriously, if you've read they're stuff, I think you'll agree this isn't their style. And I have read their stuff. It's alright? I mean, not the kind of stuff I'd probably read, but hey, everyone's different, right?
So yeah. I hope to get to know you guys soon enough. There's an entire world out there that I want to explore, but I'll settle for just a few pEople from it. Tell me what it's like, please?
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