deletes everyone else in the game (monika)

[malewife]

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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.

[rerouter]

[...]

To be honest, I'm a little bit curious...

[Just. Thoughtfully. Before she huffs and shakes her head.]

But I don't condone underage drinking. So of course I'm not looking for a way to have alcohol for myself.

[malewife]

... Then if I were to get a bottle for you, you would send it off to the dead.

And not possibly have a little sip yourself.

[rerouter]

You know I could get one myself if I wanted to, right...?

[the. the bar is 18+. ]

[malewife]

[ me thinking that monika is 17 ]

Then go in.

[ YOU SHY? ]

[rerouter]

[sometimes, you have to be 18 despite most likely being in second year to get away with your game's rating.]

Weren't you, like, judging me for wanting to go in five seconds ago?

[She will go in, though. But also with the frown of someone who has never touched a booze in their life.]

[malewife]

A bit.

[ Not even going to lie? He doesn't like drunkards. ]

It's an acquired taste, but cocktails are usually easy to drink.

[rerouter]

Jeez...

[Sir!!!]

You're talking from experience?

[malewife]

When I used to drink, yes.

[ He doesn't anymore. ]

[rerouter]

Eh... You sure did come a long way from drinking to judging.

[malewife]

I'm used to people getting attacked when they let their guard down.

[ And alcohol does that. ]

[rerouter]

... That makes sense.

You used to live a relatively normal life at first, right?

[malewife]

... Yes, I did. I had a job and took care of my little sister before things happened.

[rerouter]

I remember. You played video games for a living. [...] You don't have to answer, but is your little sister...?

[Alive? Alright? Are you now a single child, sir.]

[malewife]

[ A nod. ]

... This time she's alive.

[ Fortunately! This time! ]

You don't have family?

[rerouter]

... This time?

[Sir? Sir???

At that, though, she... shrugs.]

I'm not an orphan or anything. Or at least, it's not back of the backstory I was given. But... my parents just don't exist as characters, you know?

[malewife]

... I am a regressor, so when I die, I revive at a certain point in the past. I've watched many die.

[ Things just Are.. ]

That's understandable. [ They shared a memory, so he gets it. ] Family doesn't need to be those you're written to have blood relations with, anyway.

[rerouter]

... Ah, so that's how it is. [Stares right at the CYOA camera.] I'm sorry you've had to watch her die in the past.

[At least it seems like none of her deaths have been final, so that's... good?]

But I guess you have a point. As long as you have free will, then what does the script matter? You're the author to your own relationships.