Yuri

As Yuri stared up into the windows of his house, she found herself quivering. She'd really done it, hadn't she? Careful planning, walking just far enough behind... all the stereotypical obsessive stalker quirks followed to a T, and there she stood, outside of his home, just past eleven PM. She could still see him up there, hunched over a desk and staring downwards at what she could only assume was a notebook. She knew that he had trouble coming up with poetry on the fly, alongside staying up far too late (something she had gleaned through Sayori, bless her heart.) The frequency in which her heart was beating was erratic, pounding so loudly she could hear it. She licked her lips as she began to pant, hiding just out of the streetlight's illumination as she watched him ruffle his own hair in frustration.

It could be so easy, couldn't it?
To climb that high, that impossibly tall length, to break through the thresholds stopping her.
To fall deeper than she already has, carelessly plummeting into the depths of her own psychosis with a smile.
With him clutched to her breast.

She could feel the knife in her pocket practically tingling with excitement. Her frame was bursting with energy, so much so that she could feel her skin vibrating with the desire to move. To go forward. She checked her surroundings briefly, and as she had suspected, found them silent. She bite her lower lip, chewing on it softly before she moved. Her plan was underway.

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Monika oversaw Yuri's actions with more than a degree of concern. This wasn't normal. This wasn't 'coded' into the normal sequences, the way things were supposed to play out. Something was wrong. Something had happened, out of her jurisdiction, without her knowledge. And that terrified her. She reached into the workings of this world, fingering and prying at whatever she could reach, searching desperately for answers as she saw Yuri silently slip into 'his' house. The sense of urgency was doubled as she ripped apart layer by layer, every chance at an answer eluding her. Access denied. Access denied? What the fuck do you mean, access denied?! She could see that Yuri was outside of the door that lead into the bedroom, and she panicked. She opened the characters folder in a desperate attempt to end things right then and there, but just as before, she was powerless. Her eyes widened. Finally, she had discovered the problem. Yuri's file had superseded her own.

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It had worked. She was twitching with joy, giddy at all the possibilities. Simply will the door unlocked, and it will be. She was still new to this. New to...whatever this was. Omnipotency? It didn't matter what term she classified it as. The power was the only important piece. Monika wouldn't be a problem, she had wagered. She could still feel her there, tinkering around and desperately trying to escape from that room that she had been trapped within, but without the necessary...'access', she would be stuck there, watching her. A dark grin crossed her face. Part of her almost felt bad for doing this...but she could still remember the feeling of the knife plunging into her stomach. Time and the knowledge of what Monika had done to her dulled any feeling of pity. Silently, she approached the door leading into his bedroom, gliding over the wooden flood with quiet grace, grabbing the door knob lightly. She paused. She wondered, briefly, if he could hear her from here. The blood rushing through her veins, the sweat rolling down her forehead, the quiet yet sharp, hot intakes of air as she quivered madly. She was smiling so hard she thought her face might break, tears of joy and excitement running down her face. She couldn't take it anymore. Thrusting the door open, she rushed inwards, causing the young man at the table to visibly jolt.

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I sat at my desk, still attempting to write a poem for Sayori. My fourth draft and I still wasn't happy with it. Too much manga dulls the imagination, something she always told me. It was easier when I thought of her. Her smile, her attitude, her penchant for making others happy...but for some reason, tonight things just weren't clicking for me. My head pulsed lightly as my vision faded on and off over bouts of static. A harsh migraine, that much is for certain. I didn't want to pull a Sayori and make it first thing as I wake up, but I was getting nowhere quite fast, so my options were stacked against me. With a sigh, I turned towards the door as I pulled my seat back, stretching. Right before I stood up, the door burst open, and before I could react, Yuri ran at me full speed, tackling me. I tried to scream, to do anything, but her hands clasped over my mouth, dropping something into it. In my panic, I swallowed. I could feel whatever it was go down my throat, dry. Yuri straddled my body, pinning me to the ground as she stared down at me from above, a horrible, twisted expression of joy plastered across her otherwise composed, soft visage. I tried to speak through her fingers but found that any attempt found no purchase. As I struggled to move under her, I found myself unable to. Aside from her pinning me to the ground, I only realized far too late that my limbs had started to feel heavy. Like I wasn't in control. I had this feeling before...a feeling of just being there, while somebody else was talking to me. Talking THROUGH me. Slowly, Yuri retracts the hand from my mouth. The grin is still plastered across her face.

"You're still here, aren't you? You're still here for me."

She cut herself off with a fit of snickering laughter, eyes focused on my face so hard I was worried they'd dig into me. Quickly, she began again.

"You're the one who did this, right? Who made me the President. Who gave me this knowledge. You must really love me, right? The same way I love you? It's okay, I know you can't talk. But you can see me. The same way I can see you. Sitting there...the look of happiness worn so delicately. I'm so excited...I'm so excited!"

Yuri pulls back as she keeps laughing, clasping her hand over her face as she writhes on top of me, cackling at a joke I don't understand. As she finishes laughing, she stares down over me, quickly rolling up her sleeves. Her arms are covered in a multitude of deep scars, and as I try to choke out a question, she withdraws a large pocket knife. The blade clicks out and locks into place with a menacing sound, and I stare at the piece with a mix of horror and intrigue. It's...incredibly elegant. If it weren't for the horrible situation, I'd even say it matches Yuri wonderfully. Without so much as a single hint of indication, without even breaking eye contact, she brings the blade up to her forearm and slashes it across herself, the edge spraying blood across the room, splattering the wall. Yuri groans on top of me before sucking in harshly through her teeth, blood trickling down her arm and dripping from the tip of the knife as before she starts laughing once more.

"Oh, God...I haven't been this happy...ever...and I don't want to stop feeling this way..."

Her hand trembling, she brings the knife back up to her arm and slices once more, releasing another anguished groan as her blood begins to drip down over me. My mouth was still open before she brought her arm down over it, sealing it off. Her blood began to ooze into my mouth as she watched me. I tried to move my arms, but to no avail. She kept that smile as she watched me choke and cough on her arm, the heavy taste of copper coating my tongue. Her free hand, the one still holding that horribly sharp knife, came down over mine, and I winced. The tip of the knife pierced my skin, but any type of noise I tried to make simply refused to come out, as though I was trapped within my own body.  I could feel it dig in to the soft skin under my index finger bit by bit until finally it withdrew. Dropping the knife, she took my hand up and held it close to her face, examining the blood beginning to trickle down to my arm with her own...unique, obsessive nature. Her eyes shot back down to mine as she took it into her mouth, her tongue twirling and cleaning the wound, sucking off what she could.

"Do you remember when we were making the decorations for the festival together? When you had cut yourself by accident and I cleaned it off? I felt so embarrassed...that I didn't want to tell you how good that tasted. How good it felt. I...had to calm myself down, right then and there. I was worried that it would start to leak through my sweater, but it seems that wasn't the case, was it? I'm so lucky...but now I'm even luckier. A bit of you inside of me...and a bit of me inside of you."

The room around me began to twist and contort as Yuri stayed on top of me, forcing me to drink from her wound as she did mine. Flashes of a room - a familiar room, the classroom at that - began to overlap from my bedroom. Despite having her mouth practically stuffed with my fingers, I could still hear her laughing. In a single burst, the room was completely changed. Strange sunlight beamed in through the windows, painting the entire area a slight orange.

Yuri's disembodied voice filled my head as I stared up at her. She kept staring through me.

"A place where I can just watch you for all eternity...really is a dream, isn't it?"