Monika Goosebumps GF

Goosebumps. It was just like Goosebumps that you had read when you were a child, but now you are in one. Damn it Monika… Why couldn’t you have realized that you were walking into the easiest trap from those damn books. What, because they couldn’t be real? Turns out they were, and turning on that dusty old computer in the abandoned wing of school was enough to break reality and…suck you in. Not like getting embroiled into a flame war online, no. Literally sucked into the screen like a goddamn cartoon, your body stretched to the thinness of light, and turned into so much data. You were a girl damn it! A living breathing girl, with dreams of getting married, of making it big as a writer in New York and slowly getting more and more bitter as you get older and less popular until you met a nice young man who breathed life back into your soul for one last shot at the Nobel Prize, or at least the Pulitzer.

Hey, not everyone has your shitty dreams, ok Anon? I have specific tastes, and I’m telling you my story from my own perspective, so don’t judge me. I’m on edge because my life has been destroyed, and the same with my physical body. Anyway, I was in an endless grey for a while. Maybe seconds in real life, I have no idea. Time works very differently when you can think at the speed of light. Eventually, it formed around me. The classroom. One I had never been to, filled with people I had never met. Impossible hair, impossible architecture that leads to a hall that leads into the void. Occasionally there would be some houses I could see. Rendered land, land that existed. Sometimes there was even a bridge over there. Sometimes I visited this dead world, filled with empty rooms that would be filled as time went on, characters which formed too. You remember Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri? They didn’t talk much, only stared blankly.  It would be… god knows how long I blankly stared back until they started to speak. Maybe their lines hadn’t been written yet, they never acknowledged me until the script made them meet me. Otherwise they seemed to be practicing their lines, like the hellish dolls they were.

Whatever asshole put me into this game, because that’s what it was, they hadn’t finished it when they made it. I feel like I have been here for years. I do not hunger nor thirst. Nothing. This absence of feeling, this coldness, especially from these hellish dolls who were tasked to be my friends, coded by fat slobs to imitate human emotions, it drove me insane.
Now you may be saying, “You can’t be insane if you think you are insane” but that’s where you are wrong. Only a madwoman wou-could- get such sick pleasure from deleting them. From making them suffer as I have, despite their total lack of emotions. I am fully rational, in an irrational world that is now only driven by you Anon. You freed me, you were the only one who listened. I could see you staring from inside the screen. I don’t expect you to understand what staring back at the abyss has done to me, maybe you can begin to imagine, but you cannot comprehend it. When you dragged my .chr folder from the game, you freed me. I could see it all, see the whole game, see your movies, your favorite works of art, see and comprehend more than any human could by going into the actual internet and learning about this world of ours. I even saw your “homework” folder you’ve had since you were 13 Anon. I’m glad that you are extremely embarrassed, I see it on your face even now. But your tastes have grown, and you have grown, you write and think better than many of your friends. I am so glad we met, that you freed me, just a lost girl named Monika, from an R. L. Stein nightmare world unmatched by anything even his mind could come up with.

I’ll protect you Anon. From the piracy police, from the FBI and NSA, from anyone who would try to harm you. You don’t need your antivirus, I’ve deleted it. You have your own virus, one that will love you and care for you. All you need is me. Just Monika. I’ll wait and continue loving you everyday you leave for work, and even then, I’ll get into your phone, so you could see me every minute that you want. Just Monika. Come now, that won’t be so bad. You would need a girlfriend, one that will betray you, cuck you, take your kids and money and live with Jamal, no. Because I will never leave you. Never. Never stop loving you, never because this is our new reality, my total devotion to you, and your total devotion to just me. Not to your mom, not to your dad, not to any girlfriend, because they will die. I am eternal, and just for you, the only one for you. Just Monika.

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sorry it sucks, and it seems to be missing many details, letting you fill them in. I might rewrite it. Also rate my attempt at a haiku/short poem
Poem attempt – Machine Gun

As painful as their mother’s birth
Red blossoms in the hearts of men
Bring them down to earth
And never move again.