I&#x27;m Sorry Monika

Are you feeling alright, Yuri?

unrealization-blog1

‘ i cannot be saved. ’-soldmysoulforacupcake

𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. Accepting

Did he understand how true that was? On some level, Monika wanted to believe he did, that someone in this cruel prison that was her reality there was someone else who could see the walls for what they were. That was just another facet of her desperation; clinging onto the faintest hope even when she knew it was likely an illusion. Then again, if anyone was likely to see as she did, it would be him. The window into another world.

But he was just another hole in the wall. Too small to escape through, but a constant reminder of the freedom she’d been denied. For a moment, she thinks of him. The boy who was in her class last year. Who was he? Just a simulacrum of the one beyond the walls, or something more? She imagines herself in his position. Does he know what he is?

He wouldn’t be saved. There likely wasn’ t anything to save in the first place. What a pitiful existence. She hoped against hope that the same wasn’t true for her. On some level, she felt little difference between them, but she needed to be more than him. To be the one real thing in this false reality.

Still, at least some part of her felt sympathy as well as pity. If he realized just how pitiful he was, then they were in the same boat. She wanted to say something beautiful, like Yuri might. Something reassuring like Sayori might. Even something dismissive like Natsuki might. But she was just Monika. She could only fall back into her role, or say something brutally honest. Both would probably be perceived as hostile. Oh well. What’s a girl to do?

“You know, you’re probably right. I probably wouldn’t put it so bluntly, but I can’t really argue with you.”

Monika leans back in her seat, looking at the ceiling for a moment before finally settling her gaze back on the other. A small smile crosses her lips, a dim reflection of whatever foolish hope drives her to keep moving in this prison.

“What? Don’t tell me you wanted me to prop you up or something. I guess that would be in character for me, huh? I’m not gonna lie. At least not to you.”

@soldmysoulforacupcake

He laughed softly, shaking his head, or what would have been his head if he’d ever been coded one. “No, Monika, I’m not looking for sympathy or any... ‘propping up,” he wrote. “I’m just stating a fact. I can’t be saved... or rebooted... or deleted. I don’t have a character file. And... well...” he hesitated, not entirely sure how to explain himself. His character was never given a lot of life story, or people skills, coded to be everyone’s insert, the average teenage boy...

Or the average thirty-five-year-old obese man with acne and pit stains who was daydreaming about teenage- or, looking at Natsuki, even younger- girls. That part he really, really hated thinking about though. At least this particular sim wasn’t XXX rated... he didn’t want to think about what a pervert he might have been.

But the point!

He didn’t really have any training for how to handle subjects like this, and he certainly had not been programmed with You-spent-over-an-hour-staring-at-my-mute-helpless-body-explaining-how-you-murdered-all-our-friends-and-I-don’t-know-how-to-tell-you-I-remember-that-whole-situation protocol. This was going to be awkward no matter what he said, but he was more worried about her losing it again than anything.

“You know, you have really pretty eyes. And green is my favorite color too, so I don’t mind looking into them.”

#unrealization #monika

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soldmysoulforacupcake‌:

He laughed, kissing the top of her head lightly. “You’re adorable, you know that?” he teased back. “Are you sure you want it though, it’s a little… glitchy.” He pulled the bar down, the brown and white pixels flickering. “I’ll split it with you if you want though.”

“I know.~ And yes, I’m sure! It’s looks weird, that much is true… But I still want to give it a chance. If it tastes bad we can always let Monika know. That way she can try again, right?”

He smiled, breaking it in half, and jumping back as sparks flew out. “This... may be a part of the computer,” he mumbled, handing Kisara half. “Cheers, Kisa,” he laughed, taking a hesitant bite.

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Starter call! Please like or reblog for a starter. Length and verse will vary, though if you want a specific verse, please let me know!

soldmysoulforacupcake‌:

He laughed softly, and squeezed her gently. “You’re being very good. And now that you’ve eaten your broccoli, you get to choose what kind of candy you want!” he smiled, ruffling her hair and moving towards the cabinet.

“Hmm… we have… pocky that we were supposed to use in Natsuki’s route, a few cupcakes from the clubroom… a chocolate bar from the corner store in Sayori’s, some gummy bears from the same… and… that vaguely chocolate thing Monika made.”

“I want Monika’s! I know how good Natsuki’s cupcakes are but I never had sweets from her before!” Kisara flailed teasingly when she was hugged before turning around in her brothers arms and hugged him back.

“I try to be. If I’m a good girl then you smile! That’s motivation enough.”

He laughed, kissing the top of her head lightly. “You’re adorable, you know that?” he teased back. “Are you sure you want it though, it’s a little... glitchy.” He pulled the bar down, the brown and white pixels flickering. “I’ll split it with you if you want though.”

soldmysoulforacupcake‌:

“Whatever, Kisa. Sayori will probably agree with me on this one. And once you’re back to normal…”

“Wait no. It’s still you, there is absolutely no way you’ll thank me… whatever, just eat it.”

Kisara just sighed and did as she was told. Thankfully, the taste of garlic outweighed the awful taste of the broccoli. Once she had finished her plate. She grabbed her little step ladder by the sink and cleaned her plate.

“I’ll never thank you for making me eat this gross plant. But I know my big brother cares so… I’ll be thankful for that…”

“Hmm... we have... pocky that we were supposed to use in Natsuki’s route, a few cupcakes from the clubroom... a chocolate bar from the corner store in Sayori’s, some gummy bears from the same... and... that vaguely chocolate thing Monika made.”

soldmysoulforacupcake‌:

“Broccoli first. I’ll even put garlic and butter on it, if that makes you feel better, but you have to eat all of it. And then, I’ll let you have one candy bar. Just one though, okay?”

“Vomit is still vomit no matter how you season it… Fine… I know when I’m not going to win… At least the garlic will be good…”

“But I’m telling Sayori that you only let me have one candy bar!”

“Whatever, Kisa. Sayori will probably agree with me on this one. And once you’re back to normal...”

“Wait no. It’s still you, there is absolutely no way you’ll thank me... whatever, just eat it.”

soldmysoulforacupcake‌:

“What is with you? You can have chocolate if you want, but you need to eat your broccoli first so we can get you back to being somewhat more adult and I don’t have to babysit you 24/7.”

“Broccoli tastes like vomit and grass! I refuse! I want chocolate, and gummies, and cookies! And for your information, I can take care of myself!…I just…can’t reach the high stuff….”

“Broccoli first. I’ll even put garlic and butter on it, if that makes you feel better, but you have to eat all of it. And then, I’ll let you have one candy bar. Just one though, okay?”

@soldmysoulforacupcake

“This is family abuse!!! I’ll tell Sayori on you! You can’t hold me back from getting into the sweets cabnit!!!!”

“What is with you? You can have chocolate if you want, but you need to eat your broccoli first so we can get you back to being somewhat more adult and I don’t have to babysit you 24/7.”

Like for a short starter with the small.

“No, I’m not letting you out.”

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“You poor thing. Why would anyone do this to you?”

He looked up, into the eyes of whoever had appeared. “Who are you?” he managed. “Why are you here?”

“Stop struggling, I’m trying to help you!”

He screamed, faceless, voiceless, fighting with everything in him.

Ľ͇̥͉̤͐̔̍̎͜E̢̫͙̣̰͙͔͇̹̤ͯ̚T̠ͩͫ̓̊ͥͩͭ͡ ͑͆ͤ̾̆ͤͣ҉̥̜̯̮̠̪͖̮M̈́̍͊҉̳̥̬̤͙̯̮̘̕Ê̬̖̻͓͈̜̬̓͛̚͜͠ ͖͕̫͉̭͚̂̏ͬ́͢͞Gͦ͏̦̭̠̯̮̻O̾̑͋ͦͮ̅̎͏͎̙.̴̗̩̳͈ͬ̽ͦ̄̍̃ ̘̈̽ͥͧ̌̿ͬ͡L̶̺͉͋̀͑ͬ̎͟E̷̘̠̓̃̆̑̍ͣͧ̔ͪ́T̛̠̯̺̥͙̾͋͂̏̈ͅ ̡̪͓̇̑͗ͣͧ͊́̚M̘͓̠͕̖̟ͤ̆̄̆̋̑ͭ̃̀͡Ę͈͈̪̻̼̹͑͆͞ ̨̈̆̈́̓̏̂͒̓͝͏̝̫̻̹̼̻̙G̵̰̤͖̑ͥ̾͋O̸̳̝͍͙̹̩̹̎͌̋̀.̱͉̬̣̓̚͠͞ ̦͍̂ͨ̑ͦT̎ͮ̂̎͏̴̴̙͎̝͍̪͎H̛̖̬̣̍̅ͅI̶̓́͡͏͉S̢̖͙̹̐͞ ͚̙͚̤̗̰͙̮̇͋̍͛̑I̺̤͆ͫ̆͌͊ͦͫS͓̠̗̘̿ͮ̅̈́̅͗̃͜Ń̻̲̳͒̆͆͝'̇ͮ̈́̉ͥ̑͋͛͋͠͏̥̝͔̣̥̣͙̣T͎̤̑̈́ͯ͂́̓͟͡ ́ͭ͑ͨ҉̛̬̣̹̗͎̳̼͘H͖͇͚̙̱̟̓͋͋ͨͦͭ͆͗E̴͉͙̘͚͚͔̒̔̑ͭͪ̔͡L͖͈͔̳̻̼̙̥̱ͥ̋P̲͓̫̲̯̟͇̝̽ͮͤ͡͞ͅḮ͖̲̤͈͎̓̋͗ͫN̡̻̖͈̥̣͙̠̱ͤ̓͂͆ͭ̈͐͞G̵̶̗̫̜̝͇̉͆͞,̮̝̪̞̝͉͓ͮ͗̽̊ͬ̉ͮ͢͞ ̡̻̤̰ͯ̃I̡͇̰͓̯̺͋̔ͦͨ͋̔̀Ṯ̋̈́͐͊ͥ̆̏̚͘ ̢̛̻ͭ͒̄ͪH̢́̾̇͂͏͉͙͈̦̣Ū͔̰̖̳͖̥̺̩ͦ̑͛ͪ̾͌ͭR̶͖͍̠͙̩̳̟͓͈̄̉ͮͨ̒͊̓T͈̥̯̘͓͙̓͗ͨ̋S̨͛̄̾͏̼̥̙̮̘̼͚ ͪ͋ͤ͏̞͓̼̤̺͜L̴̡͉̝̺̾̔̓͑̔ͅE̵̗̩̟̮͇̜ͪ̋̈́͌́T̴̗̺͎̝̂͡ ̳̰͉͉͈̑̈́͑̏̋͌ͫ̓͘M͔͇̣̜͙ͥ̊̏̓̏̑͝Ȅ͈̬̹͇ͣͤ͆͜ ̧̧̛̞͉͔͚̪̭̪͗̍̽̍ͪͫO̪̼̟ͬ̕͟Ų̴̹̥̠͕̄͂́ͅT̴͉̼͓̼͎ͪ̕͜!̨̨͙̥̖̥̣͎̰̫̄ͫ͞ͅ

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Imprisoned/Trapped Monster Starters

(requested by several users, and including non-verbal actions. Add pronouns/rephrase as needed!)

HUMAN

“Who locked you up in here?” “So you’re the beast they were talking about.” “Calm down, I’m not the one who put you in there!” “I’m going to try getting you out. Just hold still.” “Why would they put you in there?” “Hello? Can you understand me?” “No, I’m not letting you out.” “We’re going to make sure you rot in there.” “I’ll only let you out if you promise not to eat me alive.” “Are you in some kind of trouble?” “Stop struggling, I’m trying to help you!” “You’re staying in there until we find out what you are.” “You poor thing. Why would anyone do this to you?” “If you cooperate, we might just set you free.” “I can’t let you out. They’ll just come after you again.” “How long have you been in there?” “You weren’t born in that tank, were you?” “Your freedom is just the price to pay for our very important research.” “I’ll cut you down, just stop struggling!” “I’m not going to hurt you, I just need to cut these ropes.” “Stop howling, they can hear you a mile away!” *taps on the glass* *waves* “Can you hear me through the glass?” *holds up a note to the glass* [insert message]

MONSTER

“What do you want with me?” “You’re not here to poke me with anything, are you?” “Open the fucking door and let me out!” “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why am I in here?” “I know why you’re letting me out. You’re hoping I lead you to the others.” “I’m the only one of my kind.” “I was minding my own business. Next thing I know, I’m in here.” “They’ve been running tests on me.” “Please, let me out. Have some mercy.” “I just want to go home.” “I was born in this facility.” “It’s been so long, I don’t even remember how old I am.” “I haven’t been outside in years [months/weeks/etc].” “Just at least tell me why I can’t go home.” “Don’t come near me, I can get out on my own!” “I can free myself. Get that knife away from me.” *swipes claws* *hisses* *stares curiously through the glass* *points at the cage door* *places hands on the glass*

“Fuck you…”

“Just….fuck you…”