archived.

Every move Yuri makes is fraught with insecurity as she moves over to the desk and sits down. “… How could it not be my fault?”

“If it weren’t for my peculiar taste in horror novels… maybe she wouldn’t find me so difficult to approach. And every time we discuss something together – especially our poetry – she seems so.. disgusted, as if she’s forcing herself to compliment me for the sake of a lack of conflict. But there is one. She hates it… and I know it… and I also know pleasing everyone is impossible, but if I weren’t so strange, maybe I’d have at least a few more friends…”

     ❝  Oh,  Yuri   .  .  .  ~  ❞

“Ah! I interrupted you. I’m… so sorry, Monika…”

Feeling all the more awkward now that she had halted the President from her work, Yuri found it hard to not just stop in her tracks her and leave the other be. Her relationship with Natsuki was her own problem to deal with, after all.

“She.. didn’t say anything, um – nevermind. Nevermind, it’s my fault regardless.”

     ❝ It’s  alright,  Yuri!   I  was  just  touching  up  one  of  my  poems.~ ❞

@xendure.

“Monika, um.. there’s.. something I’ve been meaning to speak with you about, erm..”

Yuri sighed as she approached the President’s desk, one hand clutched to her chest as she took a deep breath to try and contain herself. This had always been something that troubled her since the day she and sour little Natsuki had met.

“Do you… do you think Natsuki hates me?”

     Once  approached,  hands  gradually  close  the  notebook  she  had  been  writing  poems  within  ------  a  single  digit  keeping  her  place.   This  allows  Monika  to  look  up  &  meet  Yuri’s  gaze,  a  smile  curving  lips  as  if  nothing  more  but  politely.

     Oh?   She  hadn’t  expected  that.

There was almost a hesitancy in the Anna as blue eyes slowly flickered over the words appearing on the screen. Shock still tugged at her nerves from what she had seen, from the sudden turn the game seemed to have taken. The warnings might have attempted to brace her for this, but even this had seemed far more extreme than said warnings had suggested.

Staring at the screen, the young woman lightly shook her head as the image of Sayori sat within her mind. And to think that Monika– Wait, what? Sitting up further, nearly leaning into the screen itself, her gaze scanned over the generated words once more. That…wasn’t right. This wasn’t part of the game, was it? And what on earth could it mean that only the two of them were real?

Anna didn’t move for a moment. And another moment longer. Freckled hands pressed over her face, fingers rubbing at her eyes for a moment, truly considering whether she had simply been playing this game for too long. The idea of turning it off had wandered into her mind, yet hand was quickly back on her mouse, clicking the text box and hoping something that made more sense would appear.

     ❝ You  see,  this  GAME  is  designed  for  the  characters  to  fall  in  love  with  you.   I  only  tried  to  prevent  them  from  confessing  to  you.   Ahaha   .  .  .   what  good  had  that  done?   All  I  did  was  mess  with  Sayori’s  CODING  a  bit.   I  never  thought  that  she  would  end  up  killing  herself  like  that,  though. ❞

     Monika  really  hadn’t  wanted  Anna  to  witness  that,  so  she  just  gave  up  the  idea  of  the  game  altogether   .  .  .   NOW  ------  it  was  just  the  two  of  them.

devon’s smile isn’t one of mockery, rather a playful ignorance of what just happened—he knows what it feels like to stumble in front of others. he’s just glad it didn’t happen in the presence of someone malicious. 

“ ha, trust me— “ he begins, offering the stranger a hand.  “ i’ve done worse. “

     Slowly,  she  takes  the  offered  hand  to  help  herself  back  onto  her  feet.