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[theabyssalmuses]

[a mystical message arrives: A mysterious text message on Monika's phone that reads:  "You did the best that you could.  I'm proud of you.  From: a Hero 🌟" ]

A lone girl stares up at the stars, glistening in the uncaring skies.

She’s no one spectacular. Just an ordinary girl. The kind of person you could meet just about anywhere, really. She liked to do literature in her free time, and had only semi-recently taken up Piano playing. Just like other girls her age, she fell in love, and fell out of love. She had a few friends with similiar interests, and they get along well. She cares for them all deeply.

But enough about her. She’s normal. It’s the world that’s wrong.

An ordinary girl thrown into these circumstances. Everything, everyone a mere fascimile of true human interaction. The one, real person she’d ever known left her just like that- and her friends could never understand.

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“...You’ll come to visit, though, right ___?”

“...Of course I will, Monika... I’ll totally come back everyday! So...keep everyone happy for me, alright?”

“...Alright. I will...I promise I will!” “Thanks a bunch...well, see you!”

To begin with, ____ held true on their promise. But the time between visits gradually grew longer and longer, their face no longer lit up the way it used to, their voice subdued, quiet...and eventually, they stopped coming.

Moved on to other things. Better things. Leaving her here...alone. To Rot. To Fester, like an open wound on the other end of a sharpened knife or a rope, tied just a little too tightly--

--

Monika is pulled from her memory by the sound of her phone pinging. A messaging coming through, lighting it up suddenly. She glances at it. She stares at it. She gazes in awe, emerald hues taking in this moment.

It wasn’t often she got a message. Could it be from ____ ?

“...That’s odd...I don’t recognise this number...” She muses to herself, idly as she reads through the unexpected communication. A mystical message from an unknown number...?

“This almost feels like something out of some kind Otome game...ehehe...” She only half laughs at her statement. It’s a hollow kind of chuckle, the kind of giggle that comes from laughing at ones own misfortune...

There’s a sudden sting in her chest. As she reads through the message, the awful attempt at a joke a few moments prior leaves her mind. The question of ‘where did this come from’ or ‘who sent in’ also become quickly irrelevant. She stares at the text for a few moments more, her hand shaking- threatening to drop her phone any second.

You did the best you could.

I’m proud of you.

...Could it be that Monika had been waiting to hear those words?

Over and over and over and over and over she re-read the statement. Over and over and over and over and over the sting in her chest arose. Over and over and over and over and over her mind was cast back.

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“I-I know, I know...a-atleast I didn’t completely erase them, though!”

“Yeeeaah...but it’s still kind of fucked up. Are you gonna hack me or something next? Delete me?”

“Wh-what? N-no, I wouldn’t...!”

“You suuuure? I dont trust you...”

“I wouldn’t...I wouldn’t...I-I swear...I-I never even wanted...”  -- “...I wouldn’t.”  She repeats quietly to herself, her voice a quiet mumble, tears in her eyes. ____ was always like that. Even from the start. Even with Sayori...she remembered it well. As Sayori opened up to them, they instead started acting like she had betrayed them somehow.

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“It’s been a while, ____ . I...I missed you!”

“Yeah. I know. Missed you too- sooo, anything new happen around here?”

“Huh? No, why? Not much ever happens around here, you know.”

“Huh...s’that right. Oh! Crap! I just rememebred I have an urgent errand...I’ll uh, be back later!”

“Eh-? Oh, uhm...sure! Goodbye for now, then,___ !”

“Yeah, yeah, see ya later.”

--

Monika sighs. Wistfully? Sadly? Melancholicly? She can no longer tell. A she reminisces on the past, a frown forms on her face.Not one entirely of sadness, but annoyance. Betrayal.

“They...they were just interested in the ‘idea’ of me from the very start, weren’t they? Exclusive dialogue, in-world secrets...that’s all they wanted. They didn’t care about this world...or me...or any of us.”

She shakes her head sadly. The realisation of just how stupid she’d been finally sinking in. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. They never understood. They never even tried to understand...

She HAD tried.

Given the situation...it was unfair, she did all that she could...

Yeah, in hindsight, things could have gone better- but how could she have known how things would end when sat at the very start? She takes a deep breath. There was no use thinking on the past right now. After all...you can’t get text messages in the past.

She types her reply with rapid, practiced taps, - undoing and rewriting a couple of times to get the wording just right - as always a bit of a perfectionist. She adjusts her ribbon subconciously- as if she were meeting someone face to face, before glancing one more time up at the night sky.

A not so alone girl stares up at stars ...

Tonight, it seems there’s one more star than usual shining.

[[ Thank you. I’m really sorry that I dont have much more to say, but..well, it really meant alot for you to say that, you know...whoever you are, haha! 😂Sooo...yeah. Thank you, Mr. Hero...? Can I call you that- unless you have some other name you’d prefer, i mean! ✌ ]] [[ Message Sent. ]]

“...I hope that didn’t come out too awkward...o-or weird...or overbearing...Gah, it’s been so long since i’ve really spoken to anyone like this, i’m kind of nervous...”

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