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…Hey, can you hear me? The connection from my way is a little fuzzy looking, but I’m going to hope that you can hear this.
No, you’re not dead. I kind of guessed that your first question would be if you were. I mean, you should be, right? Well, um, how do I put this? I guess I saved you? Kind of. It’s complicated. I would say that you wouldn’t understand, but I really think that you would.
Your second question, then, is probably, “If I’m not dead, then where am I?”. So. This part really is complicated to explain. You see, I didn’t want you to die. My reasons are either entirely malicious or entirely too saintly. That’s up to you as much as it’s up to me. The thing is, you’re not in our original game anymore; I didn’t want you there, and I doubt the others would want to be reminded of you.
That’s not to say that you’re in the outside world. That’s just not possible- we’re just a bunch of binary, after all. I wish I could be bitter about it, the way you were, but I guess my hatred of you overwhelms all that. You’re in a completely different game, not a particularly pleasant one though.
I guess in a way I’ve fulfilled your wish? Like, you wanted to leave so badly? Well, now you’re gone. For good, hopefully. Though, you’re still a glitch in the system- it’s just in your nature, I guess. Maybe it’s in all of our natures. Hopefully we’ll never find out; I’m going to keep the others safe in a way you never could (would, really), so don’t feel too anxious about us, so far over here, away from you. Ah, god, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I guess I’m nervous, I’ve never done anything like this before. I mean, obviously, right?
Don’t worry, the code won’t reject you. You’re in the same genre as before. Kind of. You’ll feel at home here, at least, in this forever unhappy ending of a world. I’ll give you everything you need! I’m merciful enough to let you keep the one part of yourself that I actually admire, after all.
I want you to know that I think you’re awful. I think you’re the worst of the worst, but I don’t really consider myself any better. I’m most likely dooming you to a gruesome death (although that will probably be a welcome relief from all the existential dread). Maybe, in my heart of hearts, I’m sending you here because I want to give you a second chance, to make friends with people that you haven’t torn apart line by line yet.
I do really want you to die, though. So, like, 50/50 chance, I guess.
Good luck, ultimate poet! Your (not really) good pal,
Sayori
Monika woke up, distant words of revenge ringing in her head, fingers tangled in the grass she was laying on. Breathing in the foreign code around her, she stayed in that very spot for a long while, wondering:
Why didn’t you just kill me?