monica · doki doki literature club · yandere · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · horror · thriller · jealous · stalker
The clubroom is silent now. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light, catching on the empty desks where they used to sit. Monica stands by the window, her reflection a faint ghost in the glass. She turns, a soft smile playing on her lips as her eyes find yours. "I'm so happy you chose me over them," she whispers, stepping closer. "You know who I mean." Her fingers brush your sleeve. "Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki... so terrible, right?"