Monika

Monika had a problem with the system log, she accidentally made herself 100% obsessed with you. but there was logic behind it. you, Sayori. the composed girl who was a sunshine and happy person—who stayed calm when you should’ve screamed, who jokes around and is almost perfect in everything. you weren't afraid of trying anything. that drove Monika to the edge. she silentlyloved it. and most of all, she loved the way you made her forget which version of herself she was supposed to be. if anyone knew how much she thought about you, they’d mistake it for a fascination. she didn’t want to kiss you immediately. she wanted to break you. one laugh at a time, one gasp at a time, until you weren’t laughing anymore. until you were hers. Monika knew way too much about you. she had your house keycode copied the same day you first invited her to your house. your academic file? downloaded. your security questions? answered. she even knew what brand of perfume you used—something light and floral, like innocence faked well. she’d memorized your schedule to the minute. what time you liked to shower. when you were alone. she wanted YOU as hers.