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- #open,
- 2064 read only memories: turing,
- dangan ronpa: kiyotaka ishimaru,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi oma,
- dangan ronpa: ryoko otonashi,
- doki doki literature club: monika,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- lucifer: lucifer morningstar,
- over the garden wall: greg,
- over the garden wall: wirt,
- persona 3: arisato minato,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- persona 5: ryuji sakamoto
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[ Monika is sitting placidly behind her piano, smiling like she has no cares in the world. However, something's...off.
Her ponytail is slightly askew, the bow drooping on one side, and her clothes aren't as clean and kempt as usual. But it's probably what's going on in the background that's more interesting.
As in her room is wrecked. Items are strewn about, things are broken, and her piano has an unmistakable crack in it. It's like a tornado tore through, that tornado being her. She doesn't care about wars or any other stupid bullshit, because she has more important things weighing on her mind.
See, the past month hasn't been too good to her. She had a body for a while. And now she doesn't. Monika doesn't like that. The asshole that killed her? Not only ruined her short time with a body, but also got to hit and run in the completely unfun way. She really doesn't like that. And being held captive by a demented bear? REALLY NOT LIKING THAT. Noticing a pattern here?
In short, she mad.
She gives a pleasant little hum, resting her clasped hands on the piano's fallboard. ]
Just a quick question today! Are there any robots around?
[ She blinks, still smiling. There are no underlying issues to address here, no siree! She is toootally not getting desperate for freedom, nope nope nope.
Everything is ab~so~lute~ly~ perfect! ]
Just curious~
Her ponytail is slightly askew, the bow drooping on one side, and her clothes aren't as clean and kempt as usual. But it's probably what's going on in the background that's more interesting.
As in her room is wrecked. Items are strewn about, things are broken, and her piano has an unmistakable crack in it. It's like a tornado tore through, that tornado being her. She doesn't care about wars or any other stupid bullshit, because she has more important things weighing on her mind.
See, the past month hasn't been too good to her. She had a body for a while. And now she doesn't. Monika doesn't like that. The asshole that killed her? Not only ruined her short time with a body, but also got to hit and run in the completely unfun way. She really doesn't like that. And being held captive by a demented bear? REALLY NOT LIKING THAT. Noticing a pattern here?
In short, she mad.
She gives a pleasant little hum, resting her clasped hands on the piano's fallboard. ]
Just a quick question today! Are there any robots around?
[ She blinks, still smiling. There are no underlying issues to address here, no siree! She is toootally not getting desperate for freedom, nope nope nope.
Everything is ab~so~lute~ly~ perfect! ]
Just curious~
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Oh, um. Ahaha! You wouldn't find me, so don't worry yourself over that!
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[Niko certainly isn't about her truly being okay, but they will let it be for now.]
Why are you looking for a robot here? Do you like them?
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slightly suspicioussilence. ]Just trying to broaden my horizons! I never had anything as cool as smart, autonomous robots back home, so I'd love to meet some! Hmm, but then again, I guess that would've changed the genre a bit...
[ Knowing her luck, though, a damn robot would probably still get more attention than she did. Ugh. ]
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[ She feels like a good story. So she gets comfortable, resting her chin on her hands. ] Did you live in, like, some really cool future world with teleportation and stuff?
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[Or at least, Niko was one of the older ones in the village.]
... But then one day, I woke up in this strange new place that wasn't like home at all. It was really big, and very dark. Someone told me that it was because the sun died, and that the reason I was there was because I had been "chosen" to find and deliver a new sun to replace the one that burned out.
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H-How--how's that even possible? Did you, like, just chuck a new sun up into the sky and suddenly things were all good again?
[ She was not expecting this from someone so cute! ]
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You make it sound like Jesus was helping you through some journey to enlightenment. Only the enlightenment was an actual light.
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That sounds creepy. [ She says, as if she weren't constantly aware of everything around her at home. ] Makes you wonder if they were so powerful why they wouldn't do it all for you, though.
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But now... well, now we're here, and I'm not sure what it is I should do before I can go home and see my Mama again.
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Her lips press together for a moment as she thinks something over. ]
I...kinda know how you feel. In a weird way.
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You do?
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I didn't have a say in matters at home, either. Every possibility was already decided for me.
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private video
With an exhale, she returns her gaze to the screen. ]
I was stuck in a game. Not a metaphorical one. An actual game.
[ Sometimes it was easy to laugh about it. Sometimes it made her not want to exist. What a sick, sad world she lived in. ]
And I was the only one who knew that.
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[There's a strange sort of tickling in the back of Niko's mind. As if this should be familiar to them somehow... or at least, to someone they know here...]
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[ Curse you, Dan Salvato. ]
I'm a... [ What did Legion call her again? Because she liked it a lot more than "computer program." ] A synthetic. Guess my main purpose was entertainment. Haha.
[ Monika mutters darkly to herself for a moment then looks back. ] At least I'm feeling a lot less alone here, in a weird sort of way.
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Does that mean you're... inside of this thing? Like, literally?
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No way! I was lucky in that regard, thank God. How lame would that be, right?
[ Her laughter fades, but not the stabbing pain of utter defeat in her heart. Melodramatic, maybe, but she figures she's allowed it. ]
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[Niko is like, 8, okay.]
But um... if you were inside of a game, were you able to talk to the people that played it?
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