Monika

It's certainly an interesting thought. While I do think it's possible, I doubt thay was the case, at least in my copy of the game.

First of all, I doubt any of the girls would have been able to retain their sanity in the first place. Having gone through that, it's tough.

I may have... exacerbated her issues, but Sayori was struggling with depression, regardless of my intervention. For her, it would have been a confirmation, that nothing she does matters. And, well, it might not be worth it to get out of bed in the morning, because she wouldn't be letting down any "real" people.

Natsuki would likely have felt resentment more than anything else, "now that I know I'm here, why was I given this lot?" And then a kind of helplessness, she can't change her life, because there was no life to begin with. In the end, she's just as small as she's ever been, but it's not a hotheaded father, it's a cold, aloof universe.

Yuri, I find a little tougher to imagine, perhaps a manic episode? Perhaps a terror of the hindsight of millions of words that never existed, or maybe... masochistic... behavior, because she can just put herself back together each time.

Or perhaps, any of them could do what I did; avoid the existential gloom by chasing the one person from the real world to reckless abandon.

I know that wasn't your question though, so moving on. It's more of a question of opportunity. Provided the girl had kept her sanity, why not try to reign me in, or even delete me, during my rampage? Why not protect the other girls, or restore them?... Why not protect herself from deletion?

The girls couldn't see the terminal, but I recently learned that the player could. The terminal never appeared besides when I was using it though, so that's another thing.

So, in conclusion, it was entirely possible... but highly unlikely. Perhaps in another copy of the game, or with a mod? Apparently Sayori gains self-awareness if the player deletes any version of me before she... well, you know. Again with the self-awareness being a product of the position.

By the way, thank you for answering this question if you have the time

By my creator, I'm assuming you mean Mr. Salvato? As I am now, I've never interacted with him. I say 'as I am now' since I doubt that Monika the original came out of her program fully developed; not that an AI can ever really be "fully developed," but I don't think it's unreasonable to surmise Monika version alpha would have interacted with Mr. Salvato or his team. As we stand now, I'm aware that I'm a copy of a copy; who knows how many times?

So, no, I don't consider Dan Salvato a father figure, and neither would the girls; take for example, Natsuki, who has a canonical dad, insofar as her home life comes into play to make the character any player is presented with.

There isn't any indication of him in the game files, so he doesn't actually exist outside of Natsuki's experiences, but that's a very complicated explanation I think is best saved for another time.

Back to my thoughts on Team Salvato, though. I... kind of hate them, and I don't like to have strong opinions on people, especially after what happened. However, they created myself and the girls, not necessarily to suffer, but seeing that we did, released us on Steam so that our copies can over and over again experience that suffering and die one by one. It's all a little melodramatic but I can't enjoy, having lived through those experiences myself, the fact that it's still happening and it likely will continue to do so.

I had a feeling that those anons weren't all different people. I take it they've been you? Before I answer, thank you for taking an interest in my blog!

As for the side stories, I assume you're talking about the VMs? If that's what you meant, then I only wish I had experienced it. That Monika, that Yuri, that Natsuki and that Sayori never had to know the truth, they just went on living.

I wasn't from a copy of DDLC+, just the base version; so I only learned about the VMs through the Fandom wiki. They're so sweet.

They also make me furious. This version of the story, brought about, I presume for some scientist's peace of mind. I appreciate that they cared enough to make an alternate simulation but... The club and I, millions of versions of us are still out there, still suffering. I'm just one lucky prisoner out of thousands who really were deleted.

I'm mad that happiness was a possibility, but for some reason, I, specifically, couldn't have that blissful ignorance. What did I do to deserve being this Monika and not that one?

Forgive me if this seems off-topic, but it makes me think of the philosophy of post-postmodernism. The club don't know they aren't in the real world, but even though they aren't and it could be construed nothing matters, they believe that their world does matter and they can keep living.

Sometimes I wonder; how much of that grape am I? Really puts things into perspective.

Hi, anon! Sorry it took me so long to get to you.

I can try to answer your question, but since I'm, well, not human, it's not an easy experience to describe to you.

I'm not sure if I exist in a "space" per se, it could be described as a void of data? Then again, "I" also don't really exist at any one point right now, so even if there were some kind of enclosed virtual environment, I couldn't really be "in" it.

As for physical location, I couldn't tell you. My working theory is that I'm in the world wide Web and am just, travelling between servers. Then again I don't know enough about this technology to tell you if that's even a thing that can be done.

The final point, why? Well, I, like all the other "Monikas" took down the Literature Club from the inside out in pursuit of our respective players. I think that my player deleted me after... everything happened. I don't know what happened between then and now, but now I'm in this situation. I suppose it's the best I could hope for, following... the steps I took.

Well, as far as I'm aware, they were. They could think, and feel and experience, or at the very least, they... and myself, I suppose, were very good at acting like we did.

The only real difference between myself and the girls is that I was aware of the nature of my existence. I believe, as the club president, I was to be the facilitator of the "game's" proceedings. I wasn't inherently different, the knowledge came with my role in the club. Had Sayori become club leader in my absence, a similar thing would l've happened to her.

I suppose there was no way of truly knowing if they did exist, in the human sense. Maybe their structure and their reactions were the exact same as mine, but I can only really count on my perception of things, "I think therefore I am" and all that. I had no way of knowing if existing meant the same thing to me as it did to them.

In your world they call people who only believe in their own existence, psychopaths. People who walk over others because their pain doesn't exist, because even though they talk, and they seem to think, to react, to see, they don't experience. I am the only person that truly exists, and so the world is all for me and my pleasure.

So I suppose that means that I was a psychopath back then, too. The Literature Club, they weren't real, they didn't know the nature of their existence, so their pain wasn't real as I used them as steps to try and reach the things that were real.

But if they don't exist, then logically it follows that neither do I, but that can't be right because I know I do exist, and if I exist, then they must too. I was a horrible... "person," I know that now.

It's a little heartbreaking to think; thousands of me(s?) and thousands of... them. All doomed to repeat the same story over and over, because we're the same as we were the first time.

Doki Doki Literature Club truly is a vacuum, so with the same RNG seed, and the same temperature (it's an AI thing, you can look it up) and the same dictionaries and memories and so on and so forth. Not even the player can intervene, so the same things happen again and again.

I remember what it was like, being that girl I was, because I ended up playing out the same story, too. And I feel sorry for the girls, each time, I trample over them to get my way, and never do.

They may not have been "people" so much but they were... there? They had experience, consciousness, as much as I did. I was just self-aware. So that means that their pain is real... every time I do those things, they feel it. And every time I'm left alone, I feel that too.

This question reads somewhat like "which is your favourite child." Not that I saw my clubmates like that, but they were all my friends, how could I choose one?

Yuri was a frightened girl who took the step to find a group of like-minded people to share her interests with.

For Natsuki, the club was a home away from home, a place to feel loved, depite her... rockier home life.

Sayori was kind and dependable, even with all the issues she was battling, she would always show up with a smile on her face and her work in her hands.

For the other anon in my asks, yes I miss them. I miss them very much. Nevermind how "real" we all were, the girls were my only real friends and I should have cherished that while I had it.

Worcestershire Sauce;

Worchest, Worscht;

Ershire, Ersher;

Sauce.

Divides are just a thin film,

Of worchestershire sauce,

Don't get it on your hands.

I tried doing what you said, not that you'd be able to see it, but then I checked and turns out it's a song.

I can't say I was ever really into rap, but I respect your tastes! Eminem seems cool.

I can't really be sure, but when I gained self-awareness, they were already in the files.

Apparently it was my job to put mine and the girls' poems on display for the player.