"Is this recording? ...Um. Hi. This is Wirt. I'm not here right now - I-I mean, obviously, since this is a recorded message. Uh... Leave me a message and I'll get back to you, at some point."
Will you ever write me poems too, Wirt? I'd love it if you would. It'll remind me of home. [ She gets closer to the screen, almost like she's trying to crawl through it. ] It'd help me feel so much less alone.
[He can't stop worrying about it. That isn't something he's ever been able to do, even under normal circumstances. Once the worry creeps in, it's difficult to make it let go.
When she moves forward, he leans back. Everything about this is deeply uncomfortable, but even though she's on a screen he can't help feeling cornered.]
...I can do that. I can write you a poem. ...Sure.
[Maybe he'll have an easier time conveying his concerns that way.]
[ She breathes out, the screen flickering for a second as she places her palm against it. ] I knew it was fate that you were the one to find me. It hurts so much that I can't show you how much I care.
[ Monika longingly slides her other palm onto the screen, her eyes darkening with desire and the burning heat of madness. ] I can't wait to read what you write for me.
[How can someone so clearly invade his space when they're contained in a small metal device? Everything about this is deeply uncomfortable that Wirt gently sets her down a few feet away from him.]
I. I-I'll write something for you soon. I need time to say it the way it needs to be said, but...I'll write you something. I promise.
[How does he even respond to that declaration of love?!]
It will be. It'll be soon. Good night, Monika.
[He hesitates, unsure if what he's thinking of doing is really the best move, but eventually he reaches out and just sort of gently flips the network device over. Maybe she's like a parrot and if she can't see anymore she'll remember it's nighttime and go to sleep.]
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DON'T BE SCARED
I did! I hope you liked it. I wrote it just for you!
[ She clasps her hands together and laughs cheerfully. ] I wanted to let you know I forgive you in the best way I know how!
HOW ABOUT TERRIFIED???
Forgive me? F-For what? What did I do?
sooo dramatic
I'm sorry if it was a little...intense. [ Mooore laughter. ] Sometimes I get kinda into it and my pen gets a mind of its own~
HE ISN'T THE ONE WRITING POEMS ABOUT GRATING NAILS AND KNIVES MONIKA
[He can't put his finger on it, but this feels like a very dangerous question for some reason.]
THEN MAYBE HE SHOULD TRY IT OUT
[ HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ]
Will you ever write me poems too, Wirt? I'd love it if you would. It'll remind me of home. [ She gets closer to the screen, almost like she's trying to crawl through it. ] It'd help me feel so much less alone.
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[He can't stop worrying about it. That isn't something he's ever been able to do, even under normal circumstances. Once the worry creeps in, it's difficult to make it let go.
When she moves forward, he leans back. Everything about this is deeply uncomfortable, but even though she's on a screen he can't help feeling cornered.]
...I can do that. I can write you a poem. ...Sure.
[Maybe he'll have an easier time conveying his concerns that way.]
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[ She breathes out, the screen flickering for a second as she places her palm against it. ] I knew it was fate that you were the one to find me. It hurts so much that I can't show you how much I care.
[ Monika longingly slides her other palm onto the screen, her eyes darkening with desire and the burning heat of madness. ] I can't wait to read what you write for me.
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I. I-I'll write something for you soon. I need time to say it the way it needs to be said, but...I'll write you something. I promise.
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[ Her screen crackles a few more times before she slumps, defeated. ]
Just...make sure it's really, really soon, okay? [ Smile! ] And I still love you, no matter what!
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[How does he even respond to that declaration of love?!]
It will be. It'll be soon. Good night, Monika.
[He hesitates, unsure if what he's thinking of doing is really the best move, but eventually he reaches out and just sort of gently flips the network device over. Maybe she's like a parrot and if she can't see anymore she'll remember it's nighttime and go to sleep.]