If I got lucky, I could take advantage of the situation to discreetly unlock a window from the inside. So, I walked up to her door wearing nothing warmer than a light sweatshirt, and knocked.
The adrenaline rush was crazy. I was afraid I might screw something up. The door opened, and in front of me stood Linda Watson, exactly as I remembered her from the grocery store.
It was at that moment, making eye contact for the first time, that I realized I was running the risk of beginning to care about this person. I explained that I was walking my dog near the woodsy area behind the back of her apartment, and that he had gotten away.
I had been looking for my dog for an hour and was wondering if Linda may have seen him roaming about. I wore a defeated expression in response, apologizing in return for troubling her. It somehow went exactly as I had hoped - Linda invited me inside to warm up a bit with some coffee. I outwardly hesitated before accepting her offer, although on the inside I wanted to jump through the door and hug her for cooperating so well. I was able to steer the conversation toward her, and she was pretty happy to talk.
I asked what she does, and she told me that she works for the accounting firm I already knew about, communicating with outside clients and keeping records.
I told her I was pretty nervous about growing up. When I asked if she was married or anything, she laughed. On top of that, she told me that her family has a history of some genetic diseases such as arthritis and depression, which she is afraid to give to her kids.
It was labelled duloxetine, which I looked up later and discovered that it is in fact an antidepressant. The rest of the visit was pretty dull. We talked about food and some other mundane stuff before I eventually made an excuse to leave. As early as the drive back to my dorm, I was already thinking about how I would best like to kill Linda Watson. The choice was between effectiveness and fun.
I decided to go with fun, because it would be way more satisfying to kind of dissect her as I killed her, rather than just getting it done and calling it a day.
Fast-forward one week to December 13th - today, actually. Linda Watson turned 34 two days ago. I made a fun little wager with myself where if Linda was spending her birthday weekend alone, I would pay her a visit and kill her. If she was out or had company, I would stop by next week or something instead.
They actually had a bunch of different axes, so I picked one that had a good weight but was still light enough for me to swing quickly. The drive after getting the axe was when the adrenaline really picked up. I also got this strange rush of recollections of the time I spent with Linda. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes, except it was just the rather mundane hour I spent with Linda - like snippets of our conversations, the sound of her laugh, her facial expressions and stuff.
I also wondered to myself what the crazy serial killers would be feeling at a time like this - schizophrenic delusions? Sexual buildup? Before getting out of the car, I had the sense to stuff the axe into my backpack to look a little less ridiculous walking across the parking lot. At that point my heart was pounding so hard I could feel my throat throbbing.
No, it was just the TV, mixed with her occasional tapping footsteps behind the door. I actually kept my ear there for a really freaking long time, because I wanted to make absolutely sure nobody was over. Probably 10 minutes of that and a lot of reassuring myself convinced me.
I quietly opened my backpack zipper and held the axe in my hands. My fiercely shaking hands. What the hell was this kind of reaction that my body was making? It was actually bizarre how much my hands were shaking. It must be the adrenaline buildup. I rolled my eyes at myself and got my hand to rest on the doorknob. I took a deep breath and forced my muscles into action. I swiftly turned the doorknob. Not locked.
In one movement, I opened up the door and slipped inside. Linda Watson, just a few steps away into the kitchen. I see - she was in the middle of cooking. She immediately jumped and turned around, startled. I expected that. Quickly, I let go of the doorknob and adjusted the axe into both hands. In the following split second, I realized that she would probably start to make a lot of noise. But, my axe was facing backwards. I hit her with the blunt end of the blade. I actually did this on purpose, because in that split second I somehow decided that it would be the way to keep her noise to a minimum.
It actually worked. I felt barely any resistance in the swing as I collided with her head, knocking it clean aside. That happened at the same time as her head smacked into the cabinet from the force, and she fell backwards without any ability to keep her balance. I even felt the soft sinking sensation ripple into my hands, like the axe was a kind of physical extension of my sense of touch.
On a whim, I swung once at her throat, but most of the swing actually missed and I hit the floor by accident, causing a loud, dull whack to resonate through the apartment. I swung again with better aim and got a more centered hit, feeling the bone or cartilage or whatever is in there, so I must have split it open. Right after that, I decided to swing at her face, and I got this diagonal cut along her nose and mouth, which felt pretty good so I did it once more.
I finally briefly stopped to survey the damage. Linda was bleeding ridiculously. The blood was kind of coming out in waves, in sync with her beating heart, probably. It was pooling all around her and riding along the cracks between the tiles.
Her light blue shirt was all torn up and stained dark, kind of mixed with a fleshy mess around her chest. I'm super excited for you to make friends with everyone and help the Literature Club become a more intimate place for all my members. But I can tell already that you're a sweetheart—will you promise to spend the most time with me? Our team is constantly working on bigger and better projects—any generous contributions or merchandise sales will go right towards making our future games more awesome!
Satchely - Character art Twitter - DeviantArt. Velinquent - Background art Twitter - Pixiv. Jump to Characters Folder - Each of the files in the game's characters folder can be manipulated to produce either an image or text.
Monika's and Natsuki's. Upsetting visual novel Doki Doki Literature Club has a lively modding scene. Fans have started making sequels, alternate routes and happier rewrites for the game and its characters. In Monika After Story , you sit across from Monika, the antagonistic Literature Club president, talk to her and play games in an altered, more positive version of a late scene in Doki Doki Literature Club.
The community just formed around modders wanting to help each other. Part of the reason why Pi thinks Doki Doki Literature Club has a modding scene is because of the metatextual elements of the game. Part of the plot requires you to open up the game files and look at the code. There are also easter eggs hidden within it if you look hard enough. While Monika After Story gives players a chance to make Monika happy, players have also made mods giving that treatment to the other doomed characters.
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