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It was supposed to be a quiet night for the Pentameter Pals.
Everyone was asleep at first. They all had a certain way of sleeping together. Yuri held Natsuki tightly to her chest as the pink haired tsundere did the same with MC.
Now, MC would usually hold Sayori, but Monika insisted that she would hold Sayori that night, despite the fact that she had been with the red bow wearing girl 24/7. Obsessed much?
Except…obsessed wasn’t the right word to use here.
It was protective, as much as Monika hated to admit it.
Granted, she had a reason to be. She was dealing with her best friend. Her sweetie, she would call her.
The…same person who confided in her and trusted her enough to tell her about her depression.
And she ripped that trust to shreds, she told herself.
But to her surprise, they had all forgiven her.
And now, here they were, all together in one huge relationship. Of course, Monika loved each and every one of them to death, she wouldn’t change that for the world.
But to her, Sayori was her favorite. Well, Yuri was too, but Sayori triumphed over Yuri by just a bit. Of course, Monika wouldn’t tell anyone, but there was just…something about the cute girl that stuck out to the president of the Literature Club.
She was so nice, always wanting to put a smile on other people’s faces, despite everything she had going on in her life.
Her sweet and pleasant voice was simply music to Monika’s ears. It always made her smile whenever she either jumped for joy over the taste of one of Natsuki’s cookies or sounded sad if she ever forgot to do something in her routine or breakfast not being the best.
Even her just greeting anyone with her joyful and bubbly personality made Monika’s mouth curve into a joyous expression as the butterflies in her stomach flew around and around in the cramped space.
My God, was Sayori cute to Monika. Her bright smile, her short yet silky hair, her cute little red bow…Monika loved every part of the girl. To her, she was perfect. Sometimes she and Sayori would switch bows for funsies, and Jesus Christ…Monika didn’t think Sayori could get any cuter, but she proved her wrong on those days.
Her touch…it was so soft and pleasant. Sometimes, Monika just wanted to hold Sayori’s hands forever and ever and ever. Her hugs were comfy and warm, they could put anyone to sleep if she held them long enough.
Her kisses…to Monika, they were unrivaled by anyone’s.
Yes, she had been kissed before by MC, Natsuki, and Yuri many times, but Sayori’s kisses were…different, to Monika. She loved them so much that she knew what she could even classify as a Sayori kiss just by how the lips felt on her face.
Yep…Monika was head over heels for Sayori.
So you could imagine her look of absolute fear when Monika, at 3 AM, woke up to find Sayori not in her arms at all.
The brown haired girl practically jumps out of bed, looking frantically around the house, her emerald green eyes searching every inch of every corner to find her Sweetie Sayori.
A thought pops into her mind, shaking her to her core.
‘H-Her rainclouds…’
Oh, right. Sayori was still fighting her depression.
Fearing the worst, Monika runs out of the bedroom, beginning to stress out. Who knows how long it had been since Sayori had awoken? Monika hoped that she hadn’t done anything drastic.
She looks in every room around the house in a panic. No sign of Sayori. Monika was starting to feel an intense sense of dread, her breaths quickening. She starts to shake frantically. Was she panicking? She’d better find Sayori quickly…
She couldn’t simply yell out for her name, that would wake everyone else up and stir a panic all across the entire house. So she continued to search.
She eventually ended up in the Living Room after searching around.
What she saw was something that she would remember forever.
“S-Sayori…?”
The girl turns around to see her girlfriend, staring into her very soul.
A noose is tied around her neck as she’s about to kick the chair her bare feet were standing on and end it all.
“M-Monika,” says a bewildered Sayori.
“Y-you shouldn’t be here…”
Monika’s breathing speeds up rapidly, as does her shaking. The girl felt dizzy as tears began to stream down her eyes at an alarming rate.
“S-SAYORI!!”
Monika didn’t care if she woke everyone else up at this moment. She just wanted to get her sweetie back to safety.
She runs to Sayori, untying the noose and getting her down. Monika hugs Sayori as tight as she could after she puts her onto the ground.
"Sayori…oh my Sweetie Sweetie Sayori…! H-How could you?! Y-You know we're here for you…wh-why would you? I-I…”
Sayori doesn’t say a word. She simply looks down and weeps softly.
Monika didn’t even remember how they ended up here. Her tears and immense concern had blocked her vision. She hugs Sayori tightly, crying and repeating Sayori’s name as she does so.
“S-Sayori…Sayori…Sa-Sayori…Sayori…”
Monika was repeating her name like a broken record. She continued to shake and her world continued to spin as she kept speaking to Sayori.
“Sayori…wh-why…why didn’t I…oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”
“M-Monika,” Sayori says.
“Y-You’re glitching…”
Monika looks at Sayori, who points at her right arm. When Monika looks at it, the arm’s skin is yellow, parts of it seemingly clipping in and out of reality mere seconds apart from each other. Monika grits her teeth as she looks on in worry.
Sayori however, grabs Monika’s right hand and puts it in her palms.
“Breathe, Moni. Breathe. Slowly.”
Monika stares into Sayori’s eyes as she attempts to bring her breathing to normal.
She isn’t able to. She was still registering how Sayori nearly hung herself again.
“S-SAYORI…I-I C-CAN’T–!”
Monika begins to glitch more and more. Her whole skin is yellow and large cracks cover her face. Her eyes are much larger, her right eye being green and her left eye being a bright and glitchy red. The girl screams, waking everyone up.
“H̷̢̻̰̹̰͖͔̺̞̳̝̭̝̟̠̝͔̣̞͇͍̞̬̖̑̂̓͐̃̈́-̸̡̢̧̡̧̫̟̳͚̤͇̱̰̫͚̣̞̱͉͙̙̘̝̣̙͚̪̳̼͙̺͖͔̲̭̞̘̘̌͑̍̔̾̈Ḩ̵̡̘̩̺͓̤͚͕̭͔̗̰̫̻͎̦̭̔̄̑̽̊̂̿̈́̽͛̎͂̎̓̔̕͝E̴͙̥̜̗̘̐̎̓̐̀̾̾̏̈́̓̈́̔̊̈́̔͐͂̏̈́̅̐̓̍̍̕̚͘͘͝͝͠Ľ̶̡̡̛͔̥̺̤̯̪̼̗͔̞̺̳̻͓̬̣̝͓̖̩̘̭̦̝͈̦̳̗̹̓͑̀͛̈͐͑̃͗̍͒͆̒̈́̋́͐̓͐̄́͑̓̑̾͛̑̽͆̐͂̓̚̚̚̚͜͜͝ͅP̴̨̧̨̛̼̺̼̙̻̯̠̮̪͇̭̭̬̠̪̘͓͔̲͖̭̫̘̣̯̗͍̝̝̊̏͑̎̍͛̏̃̈̿͗̾͋̎̎̾̔̇̒̃̿̀̾̽̂̏́̐̀̉͂̔̔̓̄̃̌̅̈́͊̃̕͘͘̕͜͠͠͝!̸̨̧̢̧̢̖̥͎͕̹̘͚̬̬̲̻̩̝̟̹̱͙̱͚͕̼̱̬̠̺̠̮͉̜̖͔̺̼̳̼̀͊̃̈́͛̿̑̋̈͊̓̀̐̈́̈́̆̕͜͝͝͝ͅ ̷̨̛͎̥̻͕̳̺͔̝̘̜̹͎̪̤͙͙̳̤͖̟͓̜͓̠̣́̀́̄̈́̅̅̽̈́̌͋̓͐́̂̈́̽̂̐̿̄͑͋̃̚̕̕͝͝ͅH̶̢̨̭̬̱͔̜̘͎̭̱̣̦̻̜͊͋̌̈͒̏̈́̑̔̓̀̀̇̈́̾͆͘͘̕͜͜͝Ȩ̵̛̛̖͙̜̯͚̼̟̫̈̿́́͑̋͊̏̈́̉͗̇̈́̔͛̓͑̽͐̒͗̇͛̀͊̃͂̂̔̍̿̈́̏̎̆́̔̓͗̈́͋͘̕̕̚͘̕͘͝͝͠L̵̢̧̨̢̛̛̛̦͖̗̞̙̝͉̼͓͚͙̳̜̹̗̹̲͉̦̯͍͚͖̬̫̟̖̱̳͙̗͓̲̗͚̝͚̼͕̳̠͑̔̓̂͛̉̈̉̑̑͆͌͊̋̔̈͑̋̏̑͗̎̽̀̓̍́͂͊̑̐́̿͌̉͊̅̿͋̈́̚̚͝ͅͅͅͅͅP̴̡̧̨̡̛̛̯̜̰̪̯͙̯̞̠͓͉̮̮͔͔̺̠̮̦̦͍͔͖̱̲̳̲̝͍͖̺̥͙̤̦͖͛́̈́͗͊̆̍̈́̑̓̀̇̀̇̐̏̑̋̓̃̍̉͊̈́͐̾̍̏̍͛́̋͌̔̌̒͋̿̆̚̕͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅ ̴̥̓̔̄̂̈́̈͛̑̄̐͒͌̐̆̂̋̒̀͌̎̾̿̓́͒͂̆͆͒̿̈́̓̚̕̕͠͠M̵̢̧̡̧̡͚̪͚̹͕̘͙̤̭͚̜̭̫͉̥̤̼̀̈́̀̏̋͗͗̽͋̆̎̐͗̓̀̏̃̃̅͆̑̀̓̈́̃̎̕̕̕͘͜͜͝ͅĘ̴̧̢̢̛̠̹̳̙͖̤̺̫̺̱̺̘̱͎͚̤͂̂̉̌̈́́͐͒̈́͒͊͗͊̔̔̓̈́͆̀͗̑̌̈́̔̀̓͒͊͛͑̑̅̂̈́̃̈́͌̋̔̏̐͘͘͘͠,̷̧̢̧̨̧̡̪͓̣͎̘̗͕̗͙͖̲̭̙̱̲̥̹̪͉̺̼͈͎̊̆͂̉̓̓́̃̎̿͐̔̍̅̿̆̀̎̄͘͘̕͜͜ ̷̡̹̺͎͚̩̥̣̱̞̹̰̳̣̲̞͖̺̲̒͗̄̀̄̊̈̂͋́͑͊̃̎́͗̓͑̀́̾̎̏̈́̌̈́͝͠͝͝͝S̶̡̡̛͓͈̭̮͓͈̟͔̜̫̟̤̹̭̤͙̄̽̊̾͆͋̆͊̋̚̕͝Ơ̵̛̛͉͉͍̳̹͔͕̟̈́̏́̒̈̂͐̾͆̀̒͑̾̒̐̃̍͊̾̄̅̓̃̈́̑͆͠͠͠M̵̡̨̨̨̟͕͉̻̦̩̹̹̙̥̹̺͙̳̳̩̜̻͉̣͍̘͉̹̭̯̭͉̘͚̫̞̜͇̹͆̈́̇̄͐̂͛̎̆̈́̓̎̈͋̌̋̅̓̀͒̆͋͋̈́͋̃̾͛͐͂͋̓̆͂̓̚̕̚͘̕͜͝ͅE̴̢̡̡̨̗̥͕͍̞̲͙̻͙̣̠̹̣̖̮̝̱̹̺͈̣̣̱̓͒͂̈́̀͘͜͠Ỏ̴̧̡͕̠̯̯͕̪̞̾̈͗̿̋̔͘͠ͅN̸̢̡̛̛͎̮̭̲̭̗̯̘̰̘̖̹̲̫̜̯̞̱̦̥̱̫̲͊̓͐̐̀̔̎̊̐̿̈́̍́̃̒́́̅̂̈́̋̓̆̎̀̅̏̽́̌̇̑̍̽̓̽̏͋̈́̋̉̐̒̾̚̚͜͜͠͠È̷̡̡͓̫͕͓͖̝̣͖̫̤̗̦̤̗̣̫̜͒͆̈́̚͜!̵̡̘̪̙͕̗̘̜̜̯̼͉̝̺͇̝̟̥͕̜̹̯̙̰̲͚͚̖̰̰͚̖̜̞̰͙͉̘̗̻͍̘̦̠̙͍͗͑̐͋̒̾̓̋͗͂́͌̅͐̂̋͐̍̾͂̑́͂̓̉̃͂͑̓̉͛́̓́͂̊̊́̃͐͋͐̎̓͂̀͊͆͜͜͜͝͝͝!̵̢̧̡̨̢̛̞̰̙̯̖̜̻̳͉͉̠̼̭͉̹̮̬̮̬̫̩̩̣̼̠͈̥̙͉̞̜͖̲̫͉̺͇͓̞͔͌̑͛̉́̀̔̀͒̔̇̏̉̀̈̊́̉͊̈́̿̋̒̏̒̕͘͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅ ̷̨̢̡̢̯͍͓̫͇̟͇͕̦͌̈͐́̿̓̃̏̿̆̀̚͜͝͠͠Ṕ̴̨̡̧̨͙̙̙̟̙̭̦͕̘̬̝͔̗̝͇̦̳͕̩̹͈̺̦̹̗̝̪̯̗̫͇̲̔͐̐̃̐͆̈́͊͆̄͑̂̏͗̃̃̀͆͒̆̑̐͗̓̒͋̈́͑̎̈́͒̅͘͘͘͘͜͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͠͝L̶̛̛̮͍̪͔̩̗̟͉̺̯̳͇̖̲̘̳̝̭̹̖̠͉̤͉̖̪̥̭͎̥̞̰̬̝̝̊̓́̐̑̿̈́̒̄̊̅́̀̍̊̓̄̏̽͒͑̑͗͌͛͜͠E̴̡͚̟̯̩̞̮̥̤̘̓͊̈̍̏͋̂̊̽́̾͊͗̀̇̑̂̐͛͗̉͘̚͘͝ͅȦ̸̡̢̳̲̖̱̤̘̼̯̣̻͈Ş̸̧͔̲̙̫͙͕͎̠̬͕̘̻̬̩̳̪̗̭̰̮̜̂̇͒̈́̃̎͌̓̐̑͌̇̉̓͒̌͑̎̀̊̌̽͊́̎͆͆͛̍̽̊̄̔̆̈́͒́̂̅̑͑͒̂̔̀͌͘͘͝ͅȨ̶̢͖̘͎̠̙̼̟̟̩͔͕̦͈͚̯̩̹͙͍͚̣̜̻̙̠̹͚̤͇͔͓̮͎̻͓̝͒͊͑͋̇͐̅̑͛̓̃̀̎͛̑̑͛́̓̀̆̑̅̆̈́̆̑͆̄̿͂̓̀̿́̈́̾̽̽͒͆̕͜͝͠͝͝!̶̧̢̢̧̨̝͍̤͙̮̹̼͈̙̭̪͇̠̭̻̱̤͚̩̪̗͚̥̲͈̲̯̖̙̞͔̥͕͈̞̪͓̲̠̲̺̝̞͂̐̿̇̏̏̿̀̈́͛͌͗̌̔̾̊͒̌̔̈́̌̔̽̅̽̈́͐̓́̅̽̕̕͜͠͠͝ ̸̫̳̩̠̮̪̓̀̀̏́̾̑̾̇̚Ş̶̛̛̛̗̖̩̳̲͍͚͙̮̗̖̜͔̪̩̟̣̥̿̍̓͂̏̆̆͐̏͑̉̿̀̀̂̈́̏̒͒̈̐̆͂̂̓͌̎̽̋͂̄̿͌͆́̋̚̕ͅȮ̶̤̩̬̩̻̳͕̾̅̃̽̃̑̽͐̓̓͗̅͊͑̏̒̉́̅̋̑̆̒͌̂̈́̍̃͒̂̓̚͘M̷̧̢̨̠̙̳̱͉̙͈͕̮̭̜̤̻̩͚͓͙̞̰͙̻̞̦̲͈̖͉̖̻͋͊̑̏̾͑̐͜͝E̶̡̯̲̣̋͂̄̋̈B̸̡̢̨̡̡̢̤͖̝͇̩̩͓̖̭̬̖̻̹͚̝̝͓̖̱̹͖̺̞͈̞̲͓͕̳̳̹̠̖̙̟͔͕͕̿͂͊̽̀͊̄̽͌̓̈́̃̂́̎͠͝Ö̸̧̡͔̖͖̩͖̯̟̦̩̠̎̇̌̀̒̊͂̇̉͊̈́͂̄̍̔̽̓͋͒͗̑͂̕͜͝͝͝͝D̴̡̨̡̼̝̘͔̣͓̰̹̼̟̝̣̣̩͍̲͖̙̼̼̩̤̩͍̝͇̦̞̞̦͍̗͎͖̯̘̺̦̉͛͊̅̾͑͑͛̿̂̇͂̾̀̏̋̂ͅY̴̢̛̰̤̰͇͍̦̜̝̤͇͕̩͍̠̼̤̽̃̒̊̏̓̎͗͂̿͑́͂̇̊̇̓̅́̌̍͂̓̉͊͊̏̈́̀̉̕̚͜͝!̶̨̡͕͎͔͕̰̙̝̻̝̼̬͚̯̦͙͓͖̘̤̠͔͕͛͗͌̄̀̃̚!̶̧̨̡̢̩̰̱͉̪̼̪͔͉̤͇̲͖̻̻̻̬̺̖͍͍͔͎͉̺͖͙̞̹̤̬̠̲̙̹̹̞̺̥̟͉̹̊͒̏̀̄́̉̊͌͑̀̔̋̎̉̎̈́͋͊͐̈́̀̇̆̓̉͛̊̐̅͒͒̊̓̄̈̋͆͘͘̕͜͜͝͝ͅͅ”
“M-MONIKA!”
Yuri, MC, and Natsuki rush into the Living Room to see the scene.
“O-OH MY GOD, MONIKA!” Natsuki yells. Yuri takes action, running to Monika’s side as Sayori is handled by MC and Natsuki.
Yuri hugs Monika tightly.
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“MONIKA, CALM DOWN, PLEASE!”
Monika continues to glitch as Yuri hugs her. She whispers to Monika in an attempt to calm her down.
“Shhhhhhhh…calm down, Monique~. Breathe for me…breathe…”
“B̵̢̛͍͇͇̠̱̩̔̒͛̑̓̃͗̕͝͝ͅ-̸̡͙̮̲̜͓̙̦͔͊̇̋̀̈́́̎B̸̡̼̟͕̣̠͍̹͉̊ū̷̧̹̠̹͉͍͔͙͒̏͐̎͛̿̐̊͑̀̄̔̕͝ͅt̶̥͎̖͔̩̹̠͕̟̰̝̽̽͛̈́͐͂̐̒͒͑̄̉̆̕.̶̺͇͇̈́̄̾̈́͛̾͌͊͂̐͐̊͑.̸̛̙̥̂̌̍̇̏̇̄̉̂̽͝͠.̷̡̤͓̻̳̟͖̹̺̻̘̗͚͐̾̈́͂͛̒͘Ş̸͉̤̲̹͇͔̼̝̥͖͙̥̦̣̄̅̇͒̈͐̆͜͠-̴̻̘̪̟̼̺͖̍͂̐͋̍̈́̋̎̏́̓͂̄͜͜͜͝S̷̙͇͍͓̾͐̊̑͛͠à̵͍͉̐̋̌́̈́̚͘͘͠y̸̨̢̢̡̡̛̜̼̪͙̭̹͚͙̐̑̀̉̈́̏o̴̡̫͍̭̞̲̣͙̖̞͎͙̝͈͌̄ͅr̴̡̰͓̰̳̺͉̂͌́͂́͊͑͘̕͝i̶̡̢̛̺̬͚͈̲̪̤͓̲̪̲̖̣̔̿̍̿̀͗̓͗͐͛̆͆̈̕͠.̶̡̧̳̼̎̈́́̀̀̅̑̏̉͊͝.̶̭͍͕̱̹̟̂́̇̎̀͋͋̉͝͝.̶̛̯̫̬͓̦͚͈͔̜̜̣̞̯̘͑̈́̅́͑͐͐ͅ.̵̡͍̰̖̙̰̤͉̻̻̪̰̿̾̋̍̈́̑̈́̚͘͜”
“Sayori is fine…MC and Natsuki are keeping her safe in the room…it’s okay…”
Monika slowly begins to calm down. Her glitching is gone, but her face is still warm and red as she continues to weep. Yuri strokes her hair as she continues.
“S-Sayori…S-Say-Sayori…”
“There there…let it all out, Monique…”
Monika hugs Yuri tightly.
“There you go…do you want to talk about it? You’ve always been so protective around Sayori and I…is there a reason for that?”
“I-I’m so concerned for you two…S-Sayori still has her rainclouds…”
Yuri kisses Monika’s forehead.
“Is that why she ran out of the room…?”
Monika solemnly nods. She HATED admitting this.
“I-I’m so worried about her…I-I…I just want her to be happy…she still struggles to get out of bed some days…I h-have to force her to eat…”
Yuri looks down sadly, to which Monika meets her eyes with her own sad expression.
“I-I’m not worthy of love, Yuri…I-I killed all of you…I amplified her depression…I didn’t care about her feelings…and I killed her.
MC lost his best friend…someone he grew up with…and it’s all my fault.”
Yuri says nothing. She simply holds Monika to her chest and carries the girl back into the bedroom. MC, Natsuki, and a sleeping Sayori are waiting for them.
“...Monika, what happened back there?” Natsuki asks.
“Sayori was in tears…she kept muttering ''I'm sorry” left and right,” MC chimed. Monika looks down and feels her tears reforming in her eyes again.
“Oh great, now I’ve worried her…”
Yuri hugs Monika again.
“...Let’s discuss this in the morning, okay? Here, let’s all get back in bed.”
Monika is tucked in by Yuri, who holds her. Monika immediately holds Sayori to her chest, beginning to weep once again.
“I-I’m so sorry…my Sweetie Sayori…”
Yuri kisses Monika once again.
“It’s okay, Monika…”
Natsuki goes over Yuri and kisses Monika’s forehead as well.
“We’ll be here for ya, Monika. Pinky Promise!”
Monika smiles sadly.
“...Th-Thank you…all of you…”
“Know that we care about you…okay, Moni?” says MC.
Monika sighs. She simply brings Sayori closer to her and closes her eyes, falling asleep.
Tonight was beyond stressful.
Unbeknownst to Monika and the rest of the Dokis however…
…Sayori is weeping softly in her sleep.
…
“S-Sayori…Sayori…
SAYORI!”
Monika wakes up with a mighty jolt. She looks around the room before looking down and seeing Sayori, still sleeping in her arms. A wave of relief washes over her.
“Oh…oh my goodness…”
Monika sighs. She brings Sayori closer to her, holding her softly. She had always found Sayori to be light, someone easy to hold…kind of like a little baby or a plush-like object. It was so therapeutic for Monika to hold Sayori…
…But the girl nearly hung herself just last night…it still shook Monika to her core…she was almost unable to do anything due to the Panic Attack she had had during the terrifying event. She needed to try and get those under control at some point…
Monika looks around the bedroom and notes that everyone is already awake and moving about with their days…thank God they didn’t have to see her right now, as she felt tears welling up in her eyes once again. How many times had she been crying in the past month…?
…Did it really matter?
Monika covers her face and cries loudly. Hot, wet, and salty tears ran down her face, crashing onto the bed and the still sleeping Sayori.
How could she? How could she let this happen…?
How could she cause Sayori to kill herself…and then attempt it again. How could she let that happen?
“It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault, it’s all my fault, it’s all my fault…!”
The poor girl is starting to glitch out again…she removes her hands from her face and simply begins weeping softly and quietly, her eyes closed as her tears leak out of their sockets.
She was a horrible person.
Someone who shouldn’t be trusted.
Someone who wasn’t deserving of love. Who’s to say that she wouldn’t try and pull this off again?
Monika felt so…afraid of herself. Her sobs filled the air of the room for many moments.
…Until she felt a somewhat small, yet soft hand wipe away her tears. Monika opens her now red eyes…
…and stares at a concerned Sayori. The joyful, cute, and still depressed girl had the expression of utter worry on her face as she stared up at her girlfriend.
“S-Sayori!” Monika yells, surprised.
"G-go back to sleep...you shouldn't see me l-like this..."
Sayori shakes her head. She sits up and hugs Monika tightly.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” She whispers into Monika’s ear, the tone sooth, soft, and calming. Monika just continues stammering.
“S-S-Say-Sayori…”
Silence falls upon Monika for a moment or two before she hugs back.
“S-Sayori…stop it. I sh-shouldn’t be comforted right now…I-I do-don’t deserve comfort…I don’t…deserve lo–”
“Don’t say that…don’t say that at all…”
Sayori hugs Monika tighter.
“You’re wonderful, Moni. You’re kind, courteous, helpful…you’re someone I can depend on.”
“S-Sayori…”
“You’re so cute…so sweet…”
“S-Sayo–”
“You make me so happy, Monika. I love you.”
Monika is…stunned.
Sayori was…happy? And it was because of her?
“...Y-You’re…you’re happy?” she asks her.
“G-Genuinely happy…?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that…at least not yet. B-But we’re getting there! And I thank you especially for that, Moni~. You’re so dedicated to making me feel better…to make sure my life fulfills its purpose, despite how I feel. I thank you dearly.”
Sayori places a soft kiss onto Monika’s lips. The club president continues staring at the girl with her surprised, tear stricken eyes.
“You feeling better, Moni?” Sayori asks her.
“A-A little bit,” Monika responds. Sayori looks at her solemnly.
“I-I’m sorry for being such a hassle to deal with…i-it has to get annoying dealing with m–”
“No.”
Sayori jumps back in surprise from Monika’s firm tone.
“Don’t you dare apologize, Sayori. You’ve done nothing wrong…”
“B-But Monika, i-it’s tr–”
Monika pulls Sayori to her chest.
“You didn't do a thing, Sayori. You didn't do anything wrong. I need you to tell me that you believe that, please, I won't rest until I know for sure, please stay with me, please, please, please!!"
Monika whimpers.
"P...please...I-I can’t live without you…”
Hearing this puts Sayori in a panic.
“N-No! Y-You don’t–you can’t mean that! Not when I’m so worthless…”
“SAYORI, THAT IS NOT THE TRUTH AND YOU KNOW IT.”
Monika is crying again. She was so tired of this…she just wanted Sayori safe.
Sayori begins crying in Monika’s chest again. Monika felt as though all the two were doing had to stop, so she held Sayori tightly and hummed to her…
…It didn’t matter what the song was, what mattered was that Sayori finally began to calm down again.
Monika didn’t know how long she had been humming, but she could keep humming until she broke her voice to pieces. She needed Sayori to be safe…to be alive, at the least.
Happy…if they could even make it there.
It isn’t long before both girls fall asleep in each other’s arms again.
…
A few hours passed. Monika slowly opened her eyes. She looked down…
…And Sayori was gone again.
Monika’s eyes widen as she jumps out of the bed onto her bare feet to look around the house frantically.
Not in the Kitchen.
Not in the Bathroom.
Not in the Living Room.
Not in MC’s Room…
Sayori, nay, nobody was in the house.
Monika falls onto her knees.
Everyone was gone.
Sayori especially was gone.
And it was all her fault.
Monika burst into tears, her hot, wet, and messy sobs escaping her mouth and crashing onto the floors of the house. She was a failure. A monster. A virus.
She had pushed everyone away from her.
She had let Sayori die.
Monika cried oh, so loudly. The distressed president of the Literature Club couldn’t do a simple task; keeping Sayori alive.
…She suddenly gets an idea.
The girl gets up from her spot, walking to the closet.
…She grabs the noose Sayori used not too long ago.
Monika just couldn’t go on anymore.
…
The noose was tied around a fan blade. Monika strood on the wooden chair, making sure her neck was tightly wrapped so as to cut off every bit of circulation she had as quick and painless as possible.
Monika chuckled at first…she supposed that this was fitting, wasn’t it?
She was going out the same way as the person she failed to protect. It only made sense to Monika.
Well, enough delaying the inevitable.
“...I’ll be up there soon, Sayori.
…I’m so sorry…”
Monika smiles solemnly as she closes her eyes…
…And kicks the chair.
Monika tries not to fight it. She was leaving…off to reunite with Sayori.
…She’s so focused on her death, that she doesn’t notice the door opening.
And who else is there, staring at Monika’s nearly limp and pale body.
“...Monika?”
Monika’s slightly creak open…
…It’s Sayori! She wasn’t dead yet!
Monika begins to panic. She reaches out to Sayori as she tries to pull the noose off of her neck before she dies. Life was fading before her eyes…
Tears stream down Monika’s face. This was it. This was how she died…her eyes slowly closed again and she desperately tried to cling onto any friction of life she had left.
Suddenly, she falls onto the ground, the noose untying itself around her neck and giving Monika the gift of life once again.
Her eyes are wide open as she continues crying and breathing air into her lungs.
She looks up at the person holding the noose…
…It’s MC.
A very furious, disappointed, but relieved MC.
“What were you thinking, Monika?!” he yells at her. She struggles to respond. Heck, she doesn’t even get the chance to do so before Sayori hugs her extremely tightly, crying her eyes out.
Monika was truly brought back to reality right then and there.
Looking around her, she looks at Natsuki and Yuri, Yuri comforting Natsuki from the scene she just witnessed.
Yuri’s expression is similar to MC’s, only difference being she looked even more disappointed in Monika than MC.
“H-How could you, M-Moni,” Sayori asks her.
“I-I thought I lost you…everyone nearly lost hope!”
“S-Say–”
“What made you do that?! What motivated you to do that to us?!” Natsuki now asks. Monika attempts to answer, only to have Yuri interrupt her.
“Shush, Monika.”
Monika rightfully silences herself. You don’t want to cross Yuri whenever she’s angry.
“Monika…how could you? We all love you a-and support you…and you tried to take yourself away from us. Do you realize how selfish of an action that is?”
“I-I–”
“No. I want answers. Why did you do this?”
Monika is silent for a moment.
“...I…I woke up and thought that Sayori was gone…I…I thought she got away with t-taking her own life…
…I thought I was a failure.”
Everyone was frozen in place. The looks of disappointment faded on Yuri and MC’s faces.
“I-I thought that I had pushed you all away from me too…s-so I decided t-to…say goodbye…”
Monika feels Sayori hug her tight.
“I-I’m so sorry for scaring you, M-Monika…I-I’m so sorry for worrying you like that…”
“S-Sayori…”
“Shhhhh…not a peep out of you. I need you to listen to me.”
The room falls silent as Sayori speaks to Monika.
…Sayori’s hug gets even tighter.
"Moni...I promise I'm going to therapy. I'm going to get through this, okay?”
Monika nods.
"It may take a while...but if it'll make you happy...then I'll keep trying. No matter how long it takes.
For you, Monika. Not only for Yuri, Natsuki, and MC…”
Sayori looks at Monika with a promising smile.
"But for YOU. You especially."
Monika is stunned by this statement.
…She’s not going against it though.
Sayori lets go of the hug, Monika attempting to pull her back into said hug.
"No," says Sayori.
"Not yet. After I do this."
"Boop!"
Sayori boops Monika's now red nose.
“Wh-Wha–”
“Ehehehehe~♡♡♡."
Sayori then kisses Monika before hugging the club president again.
…Monika smiles.
She closes her eyes and hugs back.
“...My Sweet Sweetie Sayori…please…don’t you ever leave me again…”
“I won’t, Moni. I’ll stay by your side until the end of time!”
Sayori attempts to leave the hug now, Monika dragging her back in now.
“No…I need my Hug Energy.”
Sayori smiles and hugs Monika.
Yuri, Natsuki, and MC watched the scene happily.
Peace had finally returned to the Pentameter Pals.
…
The gang put the groceries up.
Sayori notices Monika humming a small tune as she does so.
“...Whatcha humming, Moni?” Sayori asks.
“Oh…nothing important, Sayori,” she replies.
“Just a little song to remind me of what I value.”
“Me, Yuri, Natsuki, and MC, right?”
Monika chuckles and nods at the girl.
“Monika,” Yuri says.
“Please…don’t try and do that again. I-I care about you too much to do so…”
Monika teases Yuri.
“You care about me a bunch, dontcha, Yuri~?”
“I-I–!”
Everyone laughs as Yuri covers her face and blushes in embarrassment.
“Y-YOU GET MY POINT!”
“We do, Yuri, we do~. Ehehehehe…”
Monika smiles sheepishly.
“Your laugh is so cute, Sayori…”
Now Sayori’s blushing!
“M-Monika–!”
“Now who’s the flustered one~?”
Sayori kisses Monika’s nose.
“It’s you~!”
Monika was a flushed red.
Yuri walks to her and kisses her cheek. The blush had only gotten worse.
“H-Hey!”
“Uhuhuhu~.”
Natsuki and MC join in on the kissing too.
“EVERYONE KISS MONIKA!!” Sayori yells. As expected, everyone crowds around Monika, covering her face in kisses. As much as Monika hated to admit it, she loved the affection and attention she was getting.
Sayori and Yuri end the kiss fest with a kiss on Monika’s cheeks from the two of them and a kiss on Monika’s lips. Yuri goes first. Sayori ends it.
“Mmmmwah~! Ehehehehe~!”
Monika smiles.
“I love you guys…” she says. Everyone hugs Monika.
“We love you too, Monika.”
Monika shoots a loving glance at Yuri before shooting another one at Sayori. They both smile warmly at her. Despite the many events that happened today…
…Everyone was happy.