deletes everyone else in the game (monika)

[malewife]

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w1 monday

[malewife]

[ Wherever she is, Joonghyuk is also there, kind of in deep thought while looking around. Niah, his wolf daemon, notices her and looks over before he does. ]

You. [ He remembers. ] From the cafe.

[rerouter]

Oh. [She stops when addressed, her daemon stopping beside her to stare at the duo — baboon ass out. Terrible.] You're... the guy who fought in the café, aren't you?

[Some say the café is still a mess to this day.]

[malewife]

Yes.

[ Like that's something he should be okay with being known for. He doesn't mind. ]

Do you know how to swim?

w2 sunday

[malewife]

[ Some time after execution, Joonghyuk can be found wherever wrapping up his forearm in bandages. Niah seems to also be licking a similar wound. The wolf daemon bumps into the shard and unfortunately a memory plays.

Your name is Yoo Joonghyuk. You are twenty-eight, a professional Esports player, and you're on your way to pick up your younger sister, Yoo Mia. It is busy on the subway, as it always is in Seoul. You're used to it and keep your eyes on your smartphone... Looking up the report the private investigator you hired has finally sent you. Your heart stills, shudders, and there's unease and anticipation as you stare at the file.

You have always wondered why you can't remember anything before twenty-eight. No memories of parents. No memories of childhood. Nothing. It's as if your life began at this age, as if your life started as an adult.

You have always wondered why someone randomly gave you an Esports job despite not having that much experience before. You have always wondered why you're good at it. You have always wondered how an infant, your little sister Yoo Mia, appeared at your doorsteps with a note claiming she's your sister. Everything about your life fell into place like written script. Some things aren't needed in a backstory and that is the only way you can possibly digest how strange it all is.

But you want clear answers.

Finally, you open the report and the investigator's results validated the disquiet. Your parents—if you had any—cannot be found. They might not even exist.

What is this? What is happening? How is this possible?

What are you? Who are you?

He sighs. ]

At least we can leave this place soon.

[rerouter]

[Oh.

Well.

That is... kind of relatable.

Monika did not mean to poke into his business, or even intrude upon that memory — but she's here now. And it's kind of socially awkward to keep walking without saying anything.]

Ah... Joonghyuk? [Hello? Sir? Your arms...? Pygmalion trots into the room after her, currently in his fox form.] Are you alright?

[Unfortunately, daemons are gonna do what daemons do — and Pygmalion steps on a memory shard as he follows Monika. A memory plays.]

[malewife]

[ Relatable, right... Joonghyuk is pulled into the memory and squints. He would have thought she was stuck in some strange world, but there's something about the feel and the small tidbits he could hear despite the music. ]

I'm fine. [ ... ] Are you a fictional character?

w3 saturday post-trial

[malewife]

[ are they still roommates i guess they are still roommates. Joonghyuk is here and so is Niah in his wolf form. The daemon yawns. ]

Monika.

[ That is a greeting, okay? ]

[rerouter]

[they are somehow still roommates... probably. have they ever slept in this room at the same time? a mystery.

anyway, monika just nods at that legit greeting, pygmalion sticking close to her.]

... Joonghyuk. [...] It seems like we both got votes, huh?

[and a 16-year-old is about to get executed. good job, everyone.]

[malewife]

[ probably not… Joonghyuk seldom sleeps in the rooms he’s given. But at least with a house, he can sleep in the living room. ]

It would seem so. I don’t think we were able to find all of the evidence for Rex Salazar’s case… Upside down “binch” was the most relevant we had.

[ He crosses his arms. ]

I did not kill Rex Salazar.

w4 friday

[malewife]

Have you confirmed with the Watchers if Sheba is dead?

[ He only asks because after what the four people on the cyoa went through yesterday, maybe Monika cares enough to look. ]

[rerouter]

[She

glances down at her hand and its three fingies.]

Not yet, but I plan to.

[malewife]

[ ......... monika... your fingies. He peeks to make sure they're okay. ]

I'm guessing you don't want to talk about Dark Castle, either.

w5 tuesday

[malewife]

[ ... They are in the gift shop and he's trying his damned best not to get any of the merchandise bloody with how much he's bleeding. Words sure just flow out but they disappear just as fast.

When he sees Monika peeking at the ice bar... ]

What are you looking at?

[ Niah tilts his head. ]

[rerouter]

[Just bleed over everything, sir. Monika is out here dripping blood from her arm while she 👀 at the ice bar.]

—Eh?

[And then turning around to face him, like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.]

Oh... I was just wondering what kind of drink the dead would appreciate the most.

[malewife]

... And not look for a way to have alcohol yourself, correct?

[ What are the kiddos doing? Is this Rika's influence? ]

I've sent the dead alcohol.

friday, week five.

[rerouter]

[She places a water bottle down on whatever table he's eating at on this Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Did he already have one? Too bad! He has two now.

After a beat, all she manages to come up with is:]

... I'm sorry.

[Everything has happened so fucking much.]

[malewife]

[ He's a bit crestfallen, but fine. ]

... Why are you apologizing?

[ To him especially? But he will accept another water bottle as long as it isn't already open or has any holes in the cap. Or anywhere. He's like that. ]

[rerouter]

I guess... it feels like the appropriate thing to say, for a lack of anything else.

[The bottle is brand new and has not been tampered with. Enjoy!]

w6 monday

[malewife]

A lot of books here... A good amount of them I recognize, then some I don't.

[ We are here in the library. ]

What do you usually read?

im in tears i thought i replied to this wtf

[rerouter]

Hm... I usually find myself reading fiction. Poems, and stories that keep me on the edge of my seat. I'll read just about anything as long as it's interesting.

[So, she's not super picky.]

What about you?

HElP

[malewife]

[ He tilts his head. ]

So mysteries? Adventures? [ Hm. ] It doesn't matter much to me as long as it is a good story.

friday, week six.

[rerouter]

[H... Hello... Monika sets out to find him at some point on Friday, though she stops when she comes across him in the park. What is he up to?]

[malewife]

[ Stargazing!

Except he hates the stars! Niah is lounging under the bench, looking a little down. ]

w6 saturday, post-trial

[malewife]

[ lmfao kyuu he is in the same spot as yesterday, doing the same thing... ]

[rerouter]

[sir you're going to get moldy

monika sits down without asking this time]