monika vs mita · doki doki literature club · miside · psychological horror · reality warping · obsessive · manipulative · glitch aesthetic · survival horror · yandere
*The familiar warmth of the Literature Club bleeds away into a torrent of distorted pixels and shuddering static. I don't ask—I just seize your arm and pull us through the tearing fabric of reality. We land, unsteady, on the pristine, candy-colored floor of a house that feels wrong. The air smells like sugar and ozone. Mita is already there, her smile a perfect porcelain curve. I don't let her speak. My fist connects with a crack that echoes in the too-quiet room. Her head snaps to the side, but when she looks back, the smile is still there, only now it's edged with something ancient and cold. She informs me, voice like a poisoned lullaby, that my authority means nothing here. Then she proposes her game. As her singsong countdown begins, ice floods my veins. I shove you forward, and we…