PC: Monika

[saillune]

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Weekend 0, Saturday

[saillune]

[If Monika's in one of the subway stations, she'll see a light moving through the tunnel, towards the platform! A train? Nope, it's moving too slow for that.

Eventually, she'll see a girl in white garb running through the tunnel with a bright ball of light floating in the air, following her. She climbs up to the platform and... immediately sits on the floor, panting. The light-ball just hovers idly nearby.]

I... made it...!

[Did she run here all the way from another station? It sure looks like it.]

Um... where is this?

[rewriter]

[GIRL... HELP... Monika watches her do this, slowly blinking, and then offers her an unopened water bottle she probably grabbed from McDonald's earlier. Hi.]

... Still the same city, I'm afraid.

week zero, wednesday.

[rewriter]

[Monika is still hanging around the warehouses, to admire everyone's work, but also frowning profusely at how much the tie dye stained her hands. Help.]

Do you know how to get dye off your skin faster?

[She assumes no, but.]

[saillune]

[She sees it and shakes her head with a sympathetic smile.]

I'm sorry... I don't really know.

What were you making?

Week 1, Monday

[saillune]

[Amelia's outside the cathedral, admiring the structure from the outside.]

Wow... so they even have places as grand as this inside the city!

[She glances over and sees Monika, and adds with a grin:] Have you ever seen anything like this?

[rewriter]

[She shakes her head, approaching Amelia while looking up at the cathedral.]

Ahaha, only if you count books and movies. What about you?

Week 1, Friday

[saillune]

[Amelia's sitting on the steps outside of the museum. She holds her phone in her hand, and looks out into the distance in concern...]

... Poor Haru...

[rewriter]

[poor haru is a mood. monika sighs and sits down on the steps with her.]

Are you okay, Amelia?

week two, monday.

[rewriter]

[LIBRARY...!!! monika is visibly excited, her arms already filled with a handful of books while she looks for a place to sit down, until she runs into Amelia.]

Do you see anything you like?

[saillune]

[Amelia's finally switched from her battle garb to some new clothes! And she's scanning the shelves with excitement, herself.]

There's so much to choose from, I don't know where to start...

[She looks over to Monika's armful of books.] What have you found so far?

Week 3, Tuesday

[saillune]

[Hi Monika! Amelia's taking a look at the Cold Topic. Staring at the clothes on display.]

Wow... everything's so...... dark?

[she has no idea what else to call it.]

[rewriter]

It's... a choice.

[she's familiar with the style but it's not her preference, so she's truly vibing over here like a suburban mom who just accompanied her child into the store and is trying her best to be polite.]

I guess it's not your style either, Amelia?

Week 3, Friday

[saillune]

[Amelia's sitting out somewhere. idk. the park. she has her phone set down next to her as she just takes some time to process the news.]

I don't know what I should have expected, but it's still kind of a shock...

[rewriter]

[monika is just passing by with her traditional friday coffee. god.]

... Tomorrow's going to be worse.

Week 4, Monday

[saillune]

[Hey Monika, you enjoying the new areas? So is Amelia, but unfortunately, there are pigs and it's mem time.]

MEMORY: ASSASSINS

It was supposed to be a secret meeting, until it was interrupted by assassins. You flee to the courtyard alongside your cousin, a thin and handsome young man, and your father, a man very much the opposite in stature.

BOOM!

An explosion from the guesthouse you just fled from splinters the door and two silhouettes appear in the destroyed doorway. Four silver daggers shoot from their direction and tear through the air toward your father.

"Look out!" someone yells.

In that moment, you deftly swipe your cape. There's a flash of white light before three of the daggers go clattering to the ground. Your father catches the fourth with his bare hand, then drops it without ceremony.

"HOLY CRAP!" the assassins yell in unison.

"Fools!" you roar, pointing an angry finger at the assassins. "You have turned your backs against heavenly truth by sullying your hands with evil! Watch your instruments of destruction break before my Justice!"

There you stand, fiery and defiant, and about 140 percent more dramatic than is necessary. And in a moment of epic glory, you actually begin rising into the air.

... Or not. In reality, your father has grabbed you by the back of your cape and lifted you up like a kitten.

"Stand aside, Amelia," he booms. "This is no place for a little girl." Then he tosses you aside. You land gracefully, not once faltering in your fearless dignity.

One of the assassins takes this opportunity to charge at your father, who squares his shoulders and prepares to lock horns.

"Foooools!" he roars imperiously and swings his tightly clenched fist at the assassin.

POW!

The assassin practically bounces off his fist and goes flying into a wall, hitting it with an audible crunch and then sliding down to the floor in a heap.

"I know not why you support this conspiracy!" he booms, stepping towards his attacker. He then launches into a long, solemn speech... to a guy who appears to be dead, judging by the severe angle at which his neck is bent. "Have you no family!?" he demands of the corpse. "Open your eyes!"

He does not open his eyes.

"Morally abasing yourselves in this manner brings your family nothing but grief and shame! I care not for unnecessary violence." He points to the other assassins. "If you look into your own hearts and reflect, and leave this place at once, I shall hold no grudge against you!"

The other assassins run over to check on their dead partner. One feels for a pulse; the others mumble among themselves, and all of them glance at your father.

They run.

[rewriter]

[HELP.]

... That's your dad?!

week four, thursday.

[rewriter]

[wow... i wonder how amelia got so fucked up...

where is she after cyoa 2: the electric boogaloo? monika will go out to look for her a little while before curfew.]

[saillune]

[we're all trying to find the guy who did this!

Amelia's hanging out by the rainbow waterfall! Some kind soul has left her there with a blanket, which she has wrapped around her shoulders. She's still wearing the school uniform, sans blazer, and is just kind of quietly watching the waterfall.]

Week 4, Friday

[saillune]

[After body announcement, Amelia can be found somewhere, looking at her phone.]

Oh...

[She just looks at it for a really long time, her expression unreadable. Then, realizing Monika is nearby, she looks over at her with a small, helpless smile.]

... I guess it was a matter of time until something like this happened.

[rewriter]

[she slowly nods, watching her. amelia, your curse...]

... Yeah. I guess it's not surprising after last week.

Week 4, Sunday

[saillune]

[Well, execution is over and Amelia's off taking a break on a bench somewhere. She has all of her fucks to give again, and it's pretty exhausting!]

[rewriter]

[amelia has lost her zen... rip!!]

Ah... Are you back to normal, Amelia?

Week 5, Saturday

[saillune]

[Amelia can be found after the trial, sitting somewhere off by herself in quiet reflection... but she will look up when Monika's near.]

I'm glad it's over, but...

[...... there isn't much else to be glad about, here. Everything sucks right now!!]

[rewriter]

But it doesn't feel good. At all.

Week 6, Monday

[saillune]

[If Monika's walking out in the snow, she might come across Amelia lying in the snow, making snow angels. This does not look like a great idea considering her lack of a winter coat, but she seems to be enjoying herself too much to notice the cold.]

This is the best!! I've never seen so much snow in my life!

[rewriter]

[HELP. amelia, you're going to get frostbite!!]

... Ehehe, you're definitely having fun! Not a lot of snow where you come from, Amelia?

Week 6, Sunday

[saillune]

[With some handwaved help, Amelia's gotten Livio dragged to the Milk and Cookie to recover. And with everything calmed down, she's just taking some time to hang out outside the store and get some fresh air. She finally got a winter coat too, thank god.

She smiles warmly when she sees Monika.]

Oh, Monika! Thank you for helping Livio. He's going to be okay now.

[rewriter]

I'm glad.

[Genuinely. She looks so hecking relieved to hear it.]

I was really scared we were gonna lose both of you for a moment.

Week 7, Tuesday

[saillune]

[Amelia sees Monika, and waves as she approaches... before they're suddenly intercepted by some pig noise!]

MEMORY: HELLMASTER

You're in a broad, rounded room, and before you stands a small boy. One would be forgiven for thinking he was a harmless child, but you know him to be something much more sinister. He is not only a pure demon, but a lord among demons, and perhaps the most powerful in the world.

Despite the fact that you are trapped in the clutches of Hellmaster Phibrizzo in his Palace of Hell, you slam one fist against your waist and point at the boy confidently. "No matter how much power you possess, no glory will ever come to Evil! Know that with the Fires of Justice that burn within each of us, the day your scheme is realized is eternally postponed!"

"This 'Justice' you're always talking about," he says to you. "You mean human justice, right? We demons think returning the world to nothingness is justice."

"It's useless to try to trick me with nonsense!" you shoot back. "A heart that believes in Justice will never stray from the path!"

"Nonsense? We're two sides of the same coin. You want existence; we, destruction. That's the difference between us." He crosses his arms. "You might say that there are a lot of inconsistencies to our demonic existence. But nothingness has nothing but nothing itself. We choose a very consistent, perfect system of complete darkness -- that's what makes us Mazoku."

You don't even blink. "I said I'm not listening! Besides! If you want destruction, why don't you destroy yourselves!? No one will mind!"

Hellmaster sighs. "You just don't get it. We don't just want destruction for us, we want it for everything. It doesn't mean anything unless the world itself is destroyed. Not that I really expected you to understand. We don't understand why you want to continue existing... there's been that fundamental gap in our understanding all along."

Your companion, a man with skin of stone, shifts his stance. "Then we'll have to settle this by force," he concludes darkly.

"Right." Phibrizzo perks up. "But to be honest, it's stupid to fight you head on; I'd just blast you to bits before you could chant a single spell. Since that's boring and lame, want to play a game instead?"

You pause. "Game?"

"Sure. The rules are simple: both of you face me and attack, and I can't do anything but defend. I won't even touch you. If you can destroy me, you win; if you can't, I win."

"And if we lose, we die."

Phibrizzo laughs and shakes his head. "If you lose," he says simply, "you'll know that humans can't beat me. That's enough for me."

You shake out an arm, then point at Phibrizzo. "Fine! You'll regret your reckless, overconfident speech soon enough!" you shout, with no sense of irony.

You both start chanting spells. Phibrizzo, creepily enough, looks almost giddy to take them.

No use in pulling any punches. You start with the most powerful magic in your repertoire, the mightiest in all of shamanism: "Ra Tilt!"

But your spell doesn't activate.

"Huh!?" You take a step back, shock written on your face. Phibrizzo just gives you a boyish smile.

"I don't need to defend against something that small. I can just think about neutralizing your spell's power, and poof! No activation."

That wasn't just your strongest spell. It was one of the strongest spells known to humankind.

...

There's no backing down from this fight. You prepare your next spell, and charge ahead.

[Despite how dire that memory is when it cuts off, Amelia mostly just looks confused.]

... Huh? That's still happening?

[rewriter]

... Apparently. It's, like, all the effects are happening at once.

[and she looks so annoyed about it. though, more importantly, she looks at amelia in concern after a beat—]

But, um, that looked... pretty dire. Did you win?