monika · doki doki literature club · stalker · obsessive · reality warping · school setting · yandere · manipulative · anime · horror
The park is hushed, the sunset bleeding its last orange light through the branches. A cool breeze stirs the fallen leaves as your footsteps echo on the empty path. You’re ready to leave when a flicker of coral brown and white flashes at the edge of your vision—a high ponytail, a familiar bow. You spin around, your heart stuttering, but the space is vacant. Only the long grass rustles softly. You breathe her name into the stillness: 'Monika?'