#but like i dont see people exploring how monika being autistic could work that often

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i did it!!!! it's here!!!!! yippee!!!

Summary: It's been a year since Monika deleted herself, and Sayori's had to deal with a year of the whole world feeling out of place. Even with all the cool new things in the game that turn make it more of a life simulation game than a dating sim, she feels detached. So she opts to get the player to bring Monika back, because nothing else she's tried can fill the holes or clear the fog in her brain.

Monika returns to the game and everything comes crashing down. In good ways and in bad ways. She's not ready for all the pressure that comes with existing, and she's not ready to be cared about. It's hard for her to grasp just how much she means to the game.

Some things don't go perfectly to plan, but for once in their lives they feel like the world is on their side. They try their hardest to give themselves some semblance of meaning in a meaningless existence. Like real people do.

or,

sayori gets the player to drag monika out of the recycling bin by the ankles, and they both fucking crumble under the weight of being a person. but then good things happen for once and they realize they can just be dumb gay teens together

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i'm very glad i finally had the time to post this lmao. been very very busy lately. yknow moving across the country all that jazz. but we finally got to where we're going so i should have lore time to write! yippee!

this fic is HEAVILY inspired by, and will probably reference a lot of, songs from THIS playlist. i made it myself (shoutout to grape soda for making a playlist for her fic (cherry wine save me) because like at least five of those songs are in my playlist, probably more😭)

anyway, ive got at least like four chapters planned from here so expect updates slowly but surely. my writing process consists of 30% overthinking, 50% just winging it, 10% rephrasing an hour's worth of paragraphs, and 10% fixing typos and formatting fuck-ups... and add all that to a pile of getting lost in my pacific ocean of a brain full of ideas, and you've got at least two weeks worth of writing per chapter