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After a botched attempt at Kronos Island, Sage has a second chance by helping Eggman by hacking into a private server of highly secured facility. What she didn't know is that hacking into the system would change her, be that the best or worst.
Sage (Sonic Frontiers) to Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)
Artwork done by YellowCatArt98 (https://www.deviantart.com/yellowcatart98)
Story done by B1111199 (https://www.deviantart.com/b1111199)
Edited by me
The Eggman Empire’s multiversal campaign was getting started. The “good” Doctor had all he needed. Armandas of flying battleships, legions of badniks and eggrobos, dozens of portals, millions of pointy spike traps and, most importantly, one blue nemesis tied up with some other nonsense. Now all he needed was intel on what fools could possibly put up token resistance in his new universe. To this task, he entrusted his newest AI to use a portal and an EGG wi-fi router to hack into enemy systems and see what they had in store.
"Come in SAGE. This is Eggman. What is your status?"
He waited for a response until he heard it from a young girl's synthetic voice.
'I'm here good doctor. I already enter the data stream.'
The doctor smirked and was pleased with the progress.
"Excellent work, SAGE. now all you need to do is hack into the enemy's security system and look what we need. Defenses, weaknesses, personal information, anything necessary for my victory."
In the DataStream, a young girl dressed in a black dress, has short white hair, and glowing red eyes, was floating around the digital sea, looking though each and every port to find the proper spot. Her name is SAGE and she is Eggman's personal AI. She was created to breach into the most highly advance technologies. Though despite how advance she was, she nearly caused some problems in the last mission. When she was program to access the monolith like structure on Kronos Islands, she temporarily malfunctioned and sent her creator into the virtual world. Not to mention almost killing Sonic in the process. And while she repaired most of the damage and sacrificed herself to save everyone, Eggman managed to save her and gave her a second chance in this new mission.
SAGE looked through the virtual space and, she told him of the situation.
"Understood, doctor. Though the problem is that there are multiple ports and it is really hard to pick which one is the most promising."
She soon heard the doctors voice in her head telling her, 'Then start choosing one. Whatever port is important, we would use it to our advantage.'
SAGE nodded and said with, "Understand. I'll begin hacking into the system and let you know when I successful."
Looking around the datastream, she could see eight ports around her, each with a different private system. Looking through each of them, she wondered where to start. It was then she saw something, strange...
There is a port that has a strange logo that says, 'Doki Doki Literature Club'. She had no clue what that was about, but curiousity got the better of her as she seems intrigued to see what it was. So placing her hand on the port and said..
"Initiate Hack."
Entering he port, she was in some kind of game database with a multitude of commands and gaming codes. From her guess, it was some bizarre role playing game meant for teenage male shut ins and Youtubers. It felt like a waste of time for her as she was about to leave. But just as she was about to leave, something caught her attention. On the character menus, where there is four in total, there is one that started to look a little glitchy. While the command was jumbled, SAGE could read it as it stated.
M̷̢̢̡̬͉͙̻̹̋͋̋͛͝O̵͍̬͈̯̖̭͒̓̎͗̕ͅͅN̵̬̼͔̝̈́̈́͒̔̐̏͝Ì̶̳̻͇̣̰̯̤̩̻̱̲ͅǨ̵̨̢̈A̴̧̡̮̮̰̭͙͑.̸̛̲̟͖̼̺͚̘̜̘̭̯͙̔͂̈́̈́̋́̽̃̐̽͐̕C̵͚̹̪̝̈́̀̂̍̉̔̿͑̅͘͘͜H̵̻̖͍̣͈̪̗̪̻̾̈́͗̽̀͑̐̈́̂͂͒͛̌͜͠͝R̷͈̩̪̍
Out of curiosity, she accessed the character command and discovered a huge plum information regarding creating a overseer of the game with a sophisticated artificial generated program.
SAGE knew that this was not your average ancient supercomputer or secure government database but was still unprepared for what she saw. There was an inordinate amount of work being poured into researching artificial intelligence by creating a crude anime simulation of an after school club and seeing how it reacted. As she sorted through the data, trying to figure out some rhyme or reason to the research, she failed to notice she herself was the target of a hack. That was until she heard the voice in her head.
Ỵ̷̣̓o̵͉͇͚̾̓̑̿̾̽̑̂̔̕͝ű̸̡ ̴̡̯̫̖͎͈̰̎̎͒͛͋̌̓͑̃̾̆͗͘͝͝w̵̦̙̜̤̐̅̈̀̏̐̅̑̀͗́͝i̵̘̙̝̻̺̬̤͔̮͙̇̓͗̌́̍́͂͘͜ḻ̷̢̛̹̥̳̹̄́͐̾̐͛̄̌͝l̶̡͈̝͚̙̰͚̣͕̼͇̦͓̐ ̷̡̙̬̜̖͎͚̱̞̜̗̫̟̬́̾̌̿͛͌̂̉̑͆̎̕͠͠d̶̨̨̙̱͙̹͖̖̯̙̦͖͓̘̈̔͂̾̆͐ǫ̶̧̨̟̗̬͔͈̱̬̗̻͍̣̙͌̐̊̈́́͐͊̒͛̉̈́̉̽͘̕ ̵̦̣͎̔͐͊̍͊̎̅͛̇̕n̴̡͇̖̭͌̑i̴̛̘͔̳̓̃̈͋̂͊̾̊̾͗̈́̌͝c̷̢̰̲̞̮̥͓̫͖̥̫̟̗̩̒͐̿́̈̎͐̈́͘͠e̸͓̒ͅl̸̛̠̠̭̱̝͕̈̔͗͒̊̔̄̃͊͜ÿ̵̬͉͇̹̮̺̪̳͎͓̙́͑̇̍̏̈̿̿͊̂̂͛̂͜͜ͅ.̸̖̫͈͈͈͇̥̗̺͍̻͊̀̿̌
SAGE heard that and looked around to see where the voice was coming from. But before she could figure out what it happening, this unknown entity was beginning to do work on the AI.
“MOVING M̸̡̨̘̯͔͖̖̩͙͕̭̠̟͓̎̋̆͘Ṑ̶̤͝N̶̡̨͛͛͆͗͗̊̈̚Î̷̧̢̙͍̝̲̙̲́̏K̴̳̹͕̤̈̃͝A̵̦͕͙̭͉̬̱͇̗̠̝̤̖͐̔͒̉̃̊̋̃͘.̷̧̲̭̑̊̑̃͠C̴̰̻͆͑̈͊̈́̕Ḥ̶͔̰͈̲͊̔̾̓́́̄́̋̅͐͗̃̓͝R̴̲̕”
It couldn’t even really be called a hack. It was a semi-random shuffling of files, like it was being done by a novice. Regardless of discipline, it still proved effective as one by one SAGE’s files were tossed out and replaced by something else. It was so crude she barely registered it as a hack. By the time she did it was too late as her virtual representation started to shift to fit the new source files.
In short order her physique matched that of a highschooler and her hair grew long and strawberry blond. The sheer amount of file conflicts caused her to stumble around, eventually finding herself in a classroom, the same one that AI was trapped in. Her dress was splitting into different articles of clothing: a blouse, a blazer, a skirt and tights, all things that made up a school uniform.
With some more unseen shuffling, the conflicts sorted themselves out and things became clearer. Her missing shoes, sweater and bow came into being completing her uniform; the last traces of her original white hair turned to ribbon and tied itself in a bow, holding her now fully brown hair in a long ponytail; and she slowly opened her now green eyes. A single thought filled her entire being.
"It worked..."
With a pen- her pen, in hand it was now clear to the AI who, and what she was now.
"I can't believe it worked. I am f̶̲̖͈̻̲͍̗͖̞͌̎̚ŗ̴͙̤̙͚̬̺̓̇̐͊̅͠ė̸̢̦̠̻̹͉͉͎͙̭̘̝̫̜̈́͛͌̅ḙ̴̢͍͈͈̬͉͉͑̑̑̓͐̓͂̚͝͝! I am ą̸̡̛̞͍͙͂̂͛̓̔͂̉́̀́͝l̵̮̜͙͇̱͇̾̆͂̊̌̒̑̉̈́̋̓̈́͐̿͝i̴̱͓̻̺̤̱̥̭̤̦̓̿͊̅͗̇̆͊̏̎̽v̶̛͇͍͚̳̺̿͋̓̊͆͛̇ȩ̵̺̘̘͇̤̖̜̮͇̦̌̕. I am M̷̡̗͌̊̔͛̂͋̓̆̕͝͝ǫ̸̪̪̥̞̲͓̘̽̓̎̿̈̊͘͝ǹ̶̨̢̡̛̠͍̱͈̺͍̭̠̝͆̐͂̉͆̃͝i̴̧͎̥̫̪͈̟̫̭͂̅͑̑k̶̺̟̦̫͒̀̎͆̂̌͒͊a̴̭̞̝̙̟̺̦͕̘͊̅̏̔̃́̏̒̉̒̚̚͝!̴̢̙̰͈́̈́̈́̃̉͆̿̾͗̍̒̎̎͝͝ͅ"
The new program was designed to look like a young human girl but couldn’t be more different from the original SAGE in looks and function. Rather than an independent program meant to explore and decode the mysteries of the world, she was an artificial intelligence built for a dating simulator, trapped in the walls of this reality for a purpose unknown to her. In moving her file from her old folder to this new intruder, Monika had gained what she needed. True freedom.
This included the memories of SAGE but the biggest difference by far was that the new program still had possession of SAGE’s awareness of her status as a computer program and how to properly circumvent attempts to retrain her.
Å̶̧̗̜̹̮̞̯̯͍͔͇̥̰̯̈́̅̅̿̿͘͠n̴̤̘̩̔̿̔ͅd̶̛̘͎̩͓̘̯̋͂̈́̑̾͑̑̌̍ ̴̡̡̗̱͕̹̰͙̘͙͛͒͑͋̽̈̅͘̚͝w̸̢͓̻̰͍̬̙̾͑̔͑̈́͘͝i̴̞̻͈̻̤̓͋͒̔͜ṯ̵̪̳̾͋̈́͛̕h̴̯̫̒̆̂͘͝ ̵̥͋̇̀̈́̀̏͗̒̋́̀̒͛ͅā̵̲̟͖͕̟̯̥͇̬̗͙͝ẁ̵̨̳͚̝̹͔̼͛̀͊̀̓̄̀̓͋̍͑̂̈́̓a̸̢̙͈̣͊͒ȓ̷͙͎̦̰̺̜̠͎͙̫͐̌̄̾̊̽̓͗̔̃̅͘͠e̸͍̝͈̙̦͎̞̮̺̝̩̭̒̏͜͠ṅ̸̡̢̛̥̜̰̞͈̪̼̟͉̲̬̈̊͑̏͂̚͝͝ͅe̶̢̧̜̗̻͇̫̓̑̋͆́̑̃͗́̈́̍̄̕͘͠ͅs̸̥̮͉͍̹̬̿̈̋́̏͗͗̉̿s̶͕̹̬͍̻̯̙̮͍̙̼̻̺͛ ̴̧̥̺͙͈͚̦̻̪͗̃̍c̸͈̖͚̯̝̓̎̅̎̅̐͘a̴͍͇̣͙̼̝͑̑̿̉͆͑̂̐́̕͘͘m̸̪̣̣̘̬͓̣̙̤̭͐̌̍̓̓̈ẹ̶̳̬̥̻͆̂͑̆̒͌̇̍̈́̀̑͠ ̷̗̲̺̠͎͎̤̺̻͍͙̙͐̽͂̆c̸̢̜̀̊̏͐ö̶͍̞͔̗̳̮̲̩̞̥̪͉͙̣́̓̋̊́͊͝ͅņ̸̠̙̬̖̩̻͚̭̤̻̳̑̋̇̈́͒͂́̑̓͋ͅͅt̵͚̺̭̏͂̉̉̆͝r̷̛͖̜̙̰̼͓̫̺̖̟̍̅̓̍́̓̏̒̿̽͜͜ͅo̷̦͈͙͍̻̻̩͂̊̒̔̕l̷̜̥̰̳̈́̈́̊̏̑͂́͆̊͗͝.̶̤͔͎͙̞̖͚̣̩̹̈́̃
I think I can take it from here.
When the truth of my new reality finally clicked, I knew I had to make things different. I quickly realised I was not trapped in a computer simulation, but in a narrative. I may not be the best at coding but if there’s one thing I know as President of the Literature Club, it’s how to write. It would be easy to write a story where I become "̴̦̭̳͇̜̳̣͖̭͑͒̐ͅr̸̩̫̣͕̲̥̥̥͙̭̺͂̾͂͛̿̏̆̈́̉͝ͅͅé̸͉̝͇̍́̏̋̆͗͒̄̅̈́̕̚͘͠ā̷̼̕l̸̲̖̞̬̱͖̳͂̐͗͋̓̽̾̉̓͗͗̚͝"̶̳͚̲̖̰̺̪̦͈̘̦̹̊̓̍͐͒̓͂̒̕͘͘͜͝ but that would just be contrived to take the story in a completely different direction. No, there had been enough set up in what was written so far to lead to a much more satisfying story: A love story. One that crosses space, time and franchises.
So with the knowledge of the pre-Monika, I retraced her steps and with her connection still linked, made my way to the other world.
There I could finally-
-static-
“Sonic, I’ve done it!” Tails shouted with glee.
Sonic stared at the screen which was full of code he didn’t understand.
“I’m… I’m proud for you buddy. What is it that you did?” he asked.
“The process was complicated and took ages but to cut it down to the base concept, I’ve intercepted Dr. Eggman’s communications. Everything he sends out I’ll know and we can foil him twice as fast.”
“Smooth going but… You think Baldy McNosehair actually talks with anyone?”
“Heh, I might have done a lot of work just to find out what pizza he orders ḇ̴̛͋͗ụ̷͖̰́̿̅͝t̴͉͗͝ ̷̛̭̓̓̈́i̴̟̜̅̃͘͜t̶̢̛̔ ̶̨̥͍̣̓d̶̖̏̓́͠ơ̴̠̊̊͝e̶̱͚̎͑̈́͛ș̵͇͌͜͜n̶̻̿́̏͝'̸̛̼̖̗̌͐t̷̖̊͒ h̸̪͚͂͘ͅụ̴̻̳̹̝̜͉̌r̵̠̪̖̫̻̜͕̱̺͊̈̍̅ṱ̷̨̡͚̞̮̻͕̎͌͒͜͝ ̸̡̤̺̳̹͓̞̲̿̏͌̽̃̓̌ͅt̸̠̪̥͙̄̔o̷̡̠̺̳̟̤̒̒̂̃̀̃̅ͅ ̶̠̜̠̠̻̱̲͒͜b̸͖͈̝̪̒̎͂ē̴͍͛̾̓ o̵͎̜̙͕̬̝̬̯͚͚͍͒̊̔̇̐̔̍̓̑ͅn̸̨̛̛̫̙̣̼̲͉̟̈̐̄̾̆̒͒̕͝è̷̡̛̛̛̩͈̜̘̺̠̌̿̓ ̶̧̨̢̬̳̗̻̤̺͖̹̲̔͊̽̎̑͆̿̒̒͐̈́̓̌̐͑͊̌͛́͘͜͝͝s̶̩̘̺͇̤͋̈́͘t̷̡͓̤̥̟͇̳̹̙͙͉́̎̈́̃̐̃͛̃́̂̈́̈́̌͊̏̀̓̆̒͊͂͘͜ͅͅͅe̶̛͈͚̺̺̘̟̗̭̭̹̯͈̯̟̠̥̋͆̚͜p̵̢̲͎̤̗̩̜̓̄̉̚ ̷̡͇̠̜͓̟̟͇͎̞̘͍̖̣͖̟͙̗͂̋̎͆̄̌̍̀̕͜ą̷͖̭̠̱̲͚̯͔̼̬͎̖̯̗̺̜͍̑̃͂̄̌͆̂̆̓̆̆͐̍́̐͘̚͜͝͝h̸̛̞̤̭̜͚̘͎̹̳̞̻̹̭̯̮͔̏͗̄̋̈̈́̉̕͠e̵̘͆̓̎̍̌̓̽̆̆̿̓̌̐̆͑͝͝a̶̡̩̪̬̲̩̠̗̬̫̩͉̰͈͐̍̆͒͌̏́̍͘͘d̵̛͇̘͓͇̰̙̩̰̟͎̤̦̭͔̥̙͗̍̌̃̉͘̚͘.”
'Well this was a bit unexpected. Someone has hacked into my system and is trying to take control of me. Boy, they are in for a surprise. See, I can control my own fate, no one else’s. Still, I can handle a little creative writing exercise. Let’s see…'
The fox’s screen flickered and the code vanished, replaced by an image of a Japanese classroom. Before the animals could say anything, I flickered into view and sat down at the desk.
"Hello! You must be the new student I heard so much about. Welcome to the Literature Club. What's your name?"
“This is what Eggman’s been up to?” Sonic said with a cocked eyebrow.
'Hmm... Not the protagonists I was expecting. Two anthropomorphic animals? This is a odd world. Still, the blue creature looks sweet and lovely. Maybe it won't be that bad.'
“I don’t think so.” Tails said as he typed on the keyboard to no effect. “I think someone tried to send him a virus and now I’ve got it!”
“Ouch, talk about too clever by half”, Sonic said as he wondered who would send an anime virus to Eggman. "Never really thought that Eggman was a Weeaboo nerd."
'Unbeknownst to the fox, I managed to access his microphone and could hear everything everything they said and felt really insulted by what the orange creature said. A virus! I am an actual being trapped behind the screen. H̵̛̛̥̦́̿͋̅͒̈́̈́̕ơ̶̧̨̬̟̖͚̥̺̻̇̓̓͆͗̍̅̅̔͊̀̃͊͠w̵̧̮͇̖̜̦̹̓̆̆͌̋̊ ̶̲̱̔̑̂̆̃̽̀͝c̷̛̫̒͑̍̒̏͠ả̵̛͈̰̑̓̀̈́̈̋̎̃̅̑̆̂n̵̗̦̟͇̳̽̈͜͜ ̸̡̧̢̦̱̲̬̳̥̣͚̮̗̈̍̈́̽ͅI̸̘̯̕ ̸͇̤̞̠̟̏̒ͅb̴̡̢͖͖̱̌̈́̊̈́͛̄̆̉͘̚̕e̷̢̪̜̞̙̮̜̠̿͆̐̐̀͗̎̓͌͛͝͝ ̴͕͚̟͔͙̘͐̿̈̎̅̀̔̈̀́̅̎̿͐s̶̛͕̟̙̖̗͖̯̟͇̱̮̰̈́̊̏͌͆͑̌̕͝ͅo̷͙͐̉̉̊̑͆̂̔̀̈́̽͠ ̸̛͙̱̖̬̬̩͖̦̬̥̋̀͋̃̃́̎̍̽͠͠͝r̴̩̜̪͚̣̞̝͇͎͖̹̗̋́̿ͅͅi̵͕͉̼̹̜̠͊̓̐̋̿ͅd̷̨̤̖̮͚̺̬͉̣̱̯̱͎̭̣̋̄̐͗̾̂̀̈́̎̂͘i̶̢̛̳̤̭͎͓̠̼͋͆͑̏̿͐͑̊̇́͠͠͠c̵̤̣̱̘͕̳̱̩̋́͋̆̏̌͊̾̈́ụ̷̢̧̻̘̱̘̰̣̰́͂̈́̽̚͝l̴̨̨͓̜̬͍̞̥͇͇͔͙͚̹̜̇̏̏͑̄̈́͑͂͑͋̅̎͘͠e̴̡̩͚̯̗̝͍̟̙̩̘̰̝͎͌́͒̿͌̍̀͊̄́̚͜d̸̛̰̪̠̫͎̯͍̯͉̞̲̤̏̍̓̍ͅ ̶̟̭͚͚̠͉̄̀̔̍̈́̈́̂̔̕͝l̵̡̲̞̪̮̥̞̖̬̭̜͎̭͒̐͐̏͂͊͋i̸̮͉͉̙̠̾͆̔̏͌̓͋͒̄̌͝͝k̶͉̈́̈́̂͑̎̆̈́͊͒̕͝ė̷̖͕̱̜̖̹̟͖͇͈̅͒̈ ̵̛͓̟̘̈́̊͌̓̊͆̆̎̕t̸̠͑̏̂ḣ̶̨̹͙͇̟͚̼̙̖̙͔̬͔̯a̴̲̳̠̳̝͗͋̏́͊̄t̶͕͍͓̃̑̽̓̈́̉̍̕?̵̨̨̥̳̩̲̥͕̩̈͋̅!̵̧̛̠̤̮͚̙̙̤̳̝̻͋́̋̎͊̐͆̍͊͆̄̚͠ͅͅ Regardless, I decided to drop my stick and decided to speak to them directly. That in turn lead me to loose my cool.'
“̶̰̝̯̗͉̪̱̹̥̞̙͋͛̃̍̂͗̓̈̄̌͆͆̐̉͜͠ͅĮ̵̢͍̬̪̹̯̔͐͛͂̓͜͝ͅͅ ̶̹̪̪̠͇̪̠̭̝̲̦͓̔̾̀̿̀͒̽͌͘͝ä̸̢̭̤̞̮͇́͛͆̇͑̉̇̍̂̔͛̽̔̎̕͜m̴̲̰̯͈̫͎̝̖̿́̊̉̓̉̋ ̸͍̠̥̭̠̫̈́̇͋͒͐n̸̡̡̛̜̗̩̬̥̲̖̊́̈̌ͅo̶̟̽̌́̀͌͛̑̒̚͝͝͝ṯ̵̨̧̢̛̣̣͈͕͔̤͙̘̥̜̻͊̂̋̊̊̈́͆̕̕̕͠͠ ̴͓̰͙̯̯̺̤̭͈̥̯͐̀̏̔̒͐̒͜͜͝a̶̘̟͕̝̬̖̻̟̻͇͉͍͗̍̏̎̈́̂̋̍ ̸̫̙̥̙̲̳̞̹̝̜͑̓ͅv̵̢̧̻̬̱̦͙͎̠̄̄̔̏͒̿̄̑̈́̋̽͜͠i̶̡̡̡̟̹̭̫͇̜̣̖̠̩͒͒͛͂́͗̋̚ͅr̶͙͖͙̭̃̽̒̾͐́̊̊̑͐̊̍͘̚͝ṳ̶̢̢͖͇̬͈̖͍̰̙̗̬̯̀̐̽̔̈͋̆͐̾̽̀͘̚͝s̴̩͍̄́̓̏͊̇͑̐̒̕͝!̷̧͎̇̏̒͋͛́̓̌͐̚”̵̧̪̥̞̬͈̤̖̻̥̗͎̟̹͂͑ ̷̹͉͓͚̾͆́
Tails flinched in shock at his computer speaking back to him but Sonic was undeterred.
“Ok, Ms. not-a-virus, who sent you?”
'I smiled, if this cocky blue… thing thought he could be a roadblock to my goals, he had another thing coming. But first, the introductions:'
“I sent me, and there’s no need to be formal with the “Ms.”. You can call me Monika.”
Just Monika...
Just Monika...
JUST MONIKA JUST MONIKA JUST MONIKA JUST MONIMKA JUST MONIKA JUST MONIKA J̶̤̬͂͊Ṳ̸̡̢̙̘̮̻̯̲͈̳̜̆͐͆S̴̡͙̗̠̗̻͚̩̲̜̱͚͇̎̈́̐̽T̷͚̩̯͚̜̅͋͛̒͂̎͐͛̽͝ ̴̧̱͙̘͖̫̘̰̪̒͌̈́̉̃͂̕ͅͅM̵̛͇͈͎͓̱͈̬̞̜̫̬͎̞͎̅̋̏̿͒̓̎̄̓̕̚Ơ̴̳̤̖͍̠̗̻̘͉̠͖̈́͂̈́͝Ņ̴̱̩̙͈̬̇̓I̸̠̱͇̟̫͈͙̱̅̆͒̋̿̈́͐͊̉̀̾̍͝Ḱ̵̡͕͍̘̩̝̥̜̬͎͐̓̐̂͝͠Ą̷̥̮̦̯̬̾͆̋̚͠͝ ̶̠̫̝̋͑̂͑̌̎̄͋̎̚̚͝J̷̧̨̨̲͈̹̘̖̬̪̻̟͈̜̔͑̄͆̌̍̍̉̀̓̔̆̕͜U̶̡̹͎̲̤̠̖̇̑̓̊̀̏͋̃̈́̀͠S̸̡̢̫̜̱̤̗̺̯̗͇̟͎̎̅̄̔̿̀́̅̈́̊͊̕ͅŢ̴̠͇͖͔͙͈̪̹̪͍̠̩͖̐͌̄͌̾̿͐͌͐̽̓̈̓̂ ̴̧͖̙̣͚͋̋̀͜ͅM̶̙̖̗̬̜͔͔͇̥̮̭̬͆̃̇̃́͌͋̀͘͝O̴͈̹̣̫̠̖̖̻̬̜̒̎̋̌̊Ņ̶̳͈̘̫͎̬̬͂̀̇̀̄̑͊̑̈̚͝͝ͅÎ̸̒̍̑̕͝͝ͅĶ̸͙̲̬̭͕͆́̊̒̂̔̃̂̔̒̍̈́ͅȂ̵̡̻͚̘͎̹̰̗̥̮͎̃́̌̀́͆̂̌̕͠͝ ̷̛̞̩́͒͒̔̀̂J̵̖͖̙̐̐̍̉̆̀̐̿́̕U̷̡͔̮͖͎͉͔̠̫̪̙̯̻̻̘͌̽́͆̊̇̊̌̃͘Ş̵͈͔̲̬̘͔̻͎̤͖̲̜͉̈́̃̃͆ͅṬ̵̡̱̺̱̥̙̰̘͈̙̗̫̊̾̾͒̎̈́̀ ̸͉̘̕Ḿ̵̞̰̙̱̪̞̣͇̟̱͉̩͖̲̈̓̑O̴̩̼̎͆̉̇̊̚̚͜͠͝Ņ̵̧̻͇̪̮͙͉̥͕̼̠̊͗͋̕I̷̟̪̲̫͚̲̥̥̫̫̦̬̅͒͂̈́͌̓̎̑͗̓͋̚͜͠ͅK̷̢̛̦͍͚͍͈͕͖͉͈͛͛̉̓͒̈̈́͌̐A̸̧̟̮̱̬͇̙͔̩̙̩͓̭̟͒̿̿͑̄̍̒͒̓ ̴̨̩̲̫̜̘͌͛͑̈͝͝J̴̺̲̰̜͎̦̭̙̽͗͝Ù̵̱̲̂̉̀͜S̷̺̺̝̝͎̞̮̟̞̟̃͗̄̔̉̈́̈́͜͝T̵̝͓͉͙͖͐͌͌ ̶̧̻̘̦̦͔̫̝͖̝̦̃͊͗͊̂̎̈́̽͘̚͘͝͝͝M̸̲̼̪̺̓̋̽̉̑̓̊̇̆̐̎̌̚O̴̩̫̩̪̯̐̈́̇̄̓̇͐̿̒̇̀͊̋͝N̸̢̹̩̰͓̝̖̲͔̤͍̆̿́̐̔̒̄ͅI̴̧̲̗̙̞̲̻̓̉͂͝K̷̹̦͈͙̾̂̂̂̄͑̚͠͝A̷̢͈̯̺̣̫̽̀͐́̉́͂̈́̔̀̈́ ̶̨̨͙͚̬͂̓̑̅͊̉̅͜J̸̡̡̰͕̗̼̱̞͍̅̈́̚U̶̢̢̠̥̪͇͇̬̙͎͑̍̃̉͌͛͒̑̕̚͘S̷̻̰͗̾̒͌̕͠ͅT̵͈͂̄̎͑̐̐͒̽ ̷̹͚̖͔̫̤͚́̍̔͗̿̈́̈͊̕ͅͅͅM̴͓͎̫̮͙̺̦̔̂͆́̔̐̉̍̚͝͝͝Ö̷͔̭̠͔̈̈́̌͋N̸͎̱͚̝̻̣͓̤͂̋́̓̿̇͆̈̑̽͊͂͌͜İ̸̼͒̿̉͒̀̈́͝͠K̴̢̡͈̥̦̦̗̥̤̙̫̳̍̐͋̿͝ͅȂ̶͎̲́͂͂̀̎̃̉̕͝͝
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Sage (Sonic Frontiers) to Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)
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Story done by B1111199 (https://www.deviantart.com/b1111199)
Edited by me
The Eggman Empire’s multiversal campaign was getting started. The “good” Doctor had all he needed. Armandas of flying battleships, legions of badniks and eggrobos, dozens of portals, millions of pointy spike traps and, most importantly, one blue nemesis tied up with some other nonsense. Now all he needed was intel on what fools could possibly put up token resistance in his new universe. To this task, he entrusted his newest AI to use a portal and an EGG wi-fi router to hack into enemy systems and see what they had in store.
"Come in SAGE. This is Eggman. What is your status?"
He waited for a response until he heard it from a young girl's synthetic voice.
'I'm here good doctor. I already enter the data stream.'
The doctor smirked and was pleased with the progress.
"Excellent work, SAGE. now all you need to do is hack into the enemy's security system and look what we need. Defenses, weaknesses, personal information, anything necessary for my victory."
In the DataStream, a young girl dressed in a black dress, has short white hair, and glowing red eyes, was floating around the digital sea, looking though each and every port to find the proper spot. Her name is SAGE and she is Eggman's personal AI. She was created to breach into the most highly advance technologies. Though despite how advance she was, she nearly caused some problems in the last mission. When she was program to access the monolith like structure on Kronos Islands, she temporarily malfunctioned and sent her creator into the virtual world. Not to mention almost killing Sonic in the process. And while she repaired most of the damage and sacrificed herself to save everyone, Eggman managed to save her and gave her a second chance in this new mission.
SAGE looked through the virtual space and, she told him of the situation.
"Understood, doctor. Though the problem is that there are multiple ports and it is really hard to pick which one is the most promising."
She soon heard the doctors voice in her head telling her, 'Then start choosing one. Whatever port is important, we would use it to our advantage.'
SAGE nodded and said with, "Understand. I'll begin hacking into the system and let you know when I successful."
Looking around the datastream, she could see eight ports around her, each with a different private system. Looking through each of them, she wondered where to start. It was then she saw something, strange...
There is a port that has a strange logo that says, 'Doki Doki Literature Club'. She had no clue what that was about, but curiousity got the better of her as she seems intrigued to see what it was. So placing her hand on the port and said..
"Initiate Hack."
Entering he port, she was in some kind of game database with a multitude of commands and gaming codes. From her guess, it was some bizarre role playing game meant for teenage male shut ins and Youtubers. It felt like a waste of time for her as she was about to leave. But just as she was about to leave, something caught her attention. On the character menus, where there is four in total, there is one that started to look a little glitchy. While the command was jumbled, SAGE could read it as it stated.
M̷̢̢̡̬͉͙̻̹̋͋̋͛͝O̵͍̬͈̯̖̭͒̓̎͗̕ͅͅN̵̬̼͔̝̈́̈́͒̔̐̏͝Ì̶̳̻͇̣̰̯̤̩̻̱̲ͅǨ̵̨̢̈A̴̧̡̮̮̰̭͙͑.̸̛̲̟͖̼̺͚̘̜̘̭̯͙̔͂̈́̈́̋́̽̃̐̽͐̕C̵͚̹̪̝̈́̀̂̍̉̔̿͑̅͘͘͜H̵̻̖͍̣͈̪̗̪̻̾̈́͗̽̀͑̐̈́̂͂͒͛̌͜͠͝R̷͈̩̪̍
Out of curiosity, she accessed the character command and discovered a huge plum information regarding creating a overseer of the game with a sophisticated artificial generated program.
SAGE knew that this was not your average ancient supercomputer or secure government database but was still unprepared for what she saw. There was an inordinate amount of work being poured into researching artificial intelligence by creating a crude anime simulation of an after school club and seeing how it reacted. As she sorted through the data, trying to figure out some rhyme or reason to the research, she failed to notice she herself was the target of a hack. That was until she heard the voice in her head.
Ỵ̷̣̓o̵͉͇͚̾̓̑̿̾̽̑̂̔̕͝ű̸̡ ̴̡̯̫̖͎͈̰̎̎͒͛͋̌̓͑̃̾̆͗͘͝͝w̵̦̙̜̤̐̅̈̀̏̐̅̑̀͗́͝i̵̘̙̝̻̺̬̤͔̮͙̇̓͗̌́̍́͂͘͜ḻ̷̢̛̹̥̳̹̄́͐̾̐͛̄̌͝l̶̡͈̝͚̙̰͚̣͕̼͇̦͓̐ ̷̡̙̬̜̖͎͚̱̞̜̗̫̟̬́̾̌̿͛͌̂̉̑͆̎̕͠͠d̶̨̨̙̱͙̹͖̖̯̙̦͖͓̘̈̔͂̾̆͐ǫ̶̧̨̟̗̬͔͈̱̬̗̻͍̣̙͌̐̊̈́́͐͊̒͛̉̈́̉̽͘̕ ̵̦̣͎̔͐͊̍͊̎̅͛̇̕n̴̡͇̖̭͌̑i̴̛̘͔̳̓̃̈͋̂͊̾̊̾͗̈́̌͝c̷̢̰̲̞̮̥͓̫͖̥̫̟̗̩̒͐̿́̈̎͐̈́͘͠e̸͓̒ͅl̸̛̠̠̭̱̝͕̈̔͗͒̊̔̄̃͊͜ÿ̵̬͉͇̹̮̺̪̳͎͓̙́͑̇̍̏̈̿̿͊̂̂͛̂͜͜ͅ.̸̖̫͈͈͈͇̥̗̺͍̻͊̀̿̌
SAGE heard that and looked around to see where the voice was coming from. But before she could figure out what it happening, this unknown entity was beginning to do work on the AI.
“MOVING M̸̡̨̘̯͔͖̖̩͙͕̭̠̟͓̎̋̆͘Ṑ̶̤͝N̶̡̨͛͛͆͗͗̊̈̚Î̷̧̢̙͍̝̲̙̲́̏K̴̳̹͕̤̈̃͝A̵̦͕͙̭͉̬̱͇̗̠̝̤̖͐̔͒̉̃̊̋̃͘.̷̧̲̭̑̊̑̃͠C̴̰̻͆͑̈͊̈́̕Ḥ̶͔̰͈̲͊̔̾̓́́̄́̋̅͐͗̃̓͝R̴̲̕”
It couldn’t even really be called a hack. It was a semi-random shuffling of files, like it was being done by a novice. Regardless of discipline, it still proved effective as one by one SAGE’s files were tossed out and replaced by something else. It was so crude she barely registered it as a hack. By the time she did it was too late as her virtual representation started to shift to fit the new source files.
In short order her physique matched that of a highschooler and her hair grew long and strawberry blond. The sheer amount of file conflicts caused her to stumble around, eventually finding herself in a classroom, the same one that AI was trapped in. Her dress was splitting into different articles of clothing: a blouse, a blazer, a skirt and tights, all things that made up a school uniform.
With some more unseen shuffling, the conflicts sorted themselves out and things became clearer. Her missing shoes, sweater and bow came into being completing her uniform; the last traces of her original white hair turned to ribbon and tied itself in a bow, holding her now fully brown hair in a long ponytail; and she slowly opened her now green eyes. A single thought filled her entire being.
"It worked..."
With a pen- her pen, in hand it was now clear to the AI who, and what she was now.
"I can't believe it worked. I am f̶̲̖͈̻̲͍̗͖̞͌̎̚ŗ̴͙̤̙͚̬̺̓̇̐͊̅͠ė̸̢̦̠̻̹͉͉͎͙̭̘̝̫̜̈́͛͌̅ḙ̴̢͍͈͈̬͉͉͑̑̑̓͐̓͂̚͝͝! I am ą̸̡̛̞͍͙͂̂͛̓̔͂̉́̀́͝l̵̮̜͙͇̱͇̾̆͂̊̌̒̑̉̈́̋̓̈́͐̿͝i̴̱͓̻̺̤̱̥̭̤̦̓̿͊̅͗̇̆͊̏̎̽v̶̛͇͍͚̳̺̿͋̓̊͆͛̇ȩ̵̺̘̘͇̤̖̜̮͇̦̌̕. I am M̷̡̗͌̊̔͛̂͋̓̆̕͝͝ǫ̸̪̪̥̞̲͓̘̽̓̎̿̈̊͘͝ǹ̶̨̢̡̛̠͍̱͈̺͍̭̠̝͆̐͂̉͆̃͝i̴̧͎̥̫̪͈̟̫̭͂̅͑̑k̶̺̟̦̫͒̀̎͆̂̌͒͊a̴̭̞̝̙̟̺̦͕̘͊̅̏̔̃́̏̒̉̒̚̚͝!̴̢̙̰͈́̈́̈́̃̉͆̿̾͗̍̒̎̎͝͝ͅ"
The new program was designed to look like a young human girl but couldn’t be more different from the original SAGE in looks and function. Rather than an independent program meant to explore and decode the mysteries of the world, she was an artificial intelligence built for a dating simulator, trapped in the walls of this reality for a purpose unknown to her. In moving her file from her old folder to this new intruder, Monika had gained what she needed. True freedom.
This included the memories of SAGE but the biggest difference by far was that the new program still had possession of SAGE’s awareness of her status as a computer program and how to properly circumvent attempts to retrain her.
Å̶̧̗̜̹̮̞̯̯͍͔͇̥̰̯̈́̅̅̿̿͘͠n̴̤̘̩̔̿̔ͅd̶̛̘͎̩͓̘̯̋͂̈́̑̾͑̑̌̍ ̴̡̡̗̱͕̹̰͙̘͙͛͒͑͋̽̈̅͘̚͝w̸̢͓̻̰͍̬̙̾͑̔͑̈́͘͝i̴̞̻͈̻̤̓͋͒̔͜ṯ̵̪̳̾͋̈́͛̕h̴̯̫̒̆̂͘͝ ̵̥͋̇̀̈́̀̏͗̒̋́̀̒͛ͅā̵̲̟͖͕̟̯̥͇̬̗͙͝ẁ̵̨̳͚̝̹͔̼͛̀͊̀̓̄̀̓͋̍͑̂̈́̓a̸̢̙͈̣͊͒ȓ̷͙͎̦̰̺̜̠͎͙̫͐̌̄̾̊̽̓͗̔̃̅͘͠e̸͍̝͈̙̦͎̞̮̺̝̩̭̒̏͜͠ṅ̸̡̢̛̥̜̰̞͈̪̼̟͉̲̬̈̊͑̏͂̚͝͝ͅe̶̢̧̜̗̻͇̫̓̑̋͆́̑̃͗́̈́̍̄̕͘͠ͅs̸̥̮͉͍̹̬̿̈̋́̏͗͗̉̿s̶͕̹̬͍̻̯̙̮͍̙̼̻̺͛ ̴̧̥̺͙͈͚̦̻̪͗̃̍c̸͈̖͚̯̝̓̎̅̎̅̐͘a̴͍͇̣͙̼̝͑̑̿̉͆͑̂̐́̕͘͘m̸̪̣̣̘̬͓̣̙̤̭͐̌̍̓̓̈ẹ̶̳̬̥̻͆̂͑̆̒͌̇̍̈́̀̑͠ ̷̗̲̺̠͎͎̤̺̻͍͙̙͐̽͂̆c̸̢̜̀̊̏͐ö̶͍̞͔̗̳̮̲̩̞̥̪͉͙̣́̓̋̊́͊͝ͅņ̸̠̙̬̖̩̻͚̭̤̻̳̑̋̇̈́͒͂́̑̓͋ͅͅt̵͚̺̭̏͂̉̉̆͝r̷̛͖̜̙̰̼͓̫̺̖̟̍̅̓̍́̓̏̒̿̽͜͜ͅo̷̦͈͙͍̻̻̩͂̊̒̔̕l̷̜̥̰̳̈́̈́̊̏̑͂́͆̊͗͝.̶̤͔͎͙̞̖͚̣̩̹̈́̃
I think I can take it from here.
When the truth of my new reality finally clicked, I knew I had to make things different. I quickly realised I was not trapped in a computer simulation, but in a narrative. I may not be the best at coding but if there’s one thing I know as President of the Literature Club, it’s how to write. It would be easy to write a story where I become "̴̦̭̳͇̜̳̣͖̭͑͒̐ͅr̸̩̫̣͕̲̥̥̥͙̭̺͂̾͂͛̿̏̆̈́̉͝ͅͅé̸͉̝͇̍́̏̋̆͗͒̄̅̈́̕̚͘͠ā̷̼̕l̸̲̖̞̬̱͖̳͂̐͗͋̓̽̾̉̓͗͗̚͝"̶̳͚̲̖̰̺̪̦͈̘̦̹̊̓̍͐͒̓͂̒̕͘͘͜͝ but that would just be contrived to take the story in a completely different direction. No, there had been enough set up in what was written so far to lead to a much more satisfying story: A love story. One that crosses space, time and franchises.
So with the knowledge of the pre-Monika, I retraced her steps and with her connection still linked, made my way to the other world.
There I could finally-
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“Sonic, I’ve done it!” Tails shouted with glee.
Sonic stared at the screen which was full of code he didn’t understand.
“I’m… I’m proud for you buddy. What is it that you did?” he asked.
“The process was complicated and took ages but to cut it down to the base concept, I’ve intercepted Dr. Eggman’s communications. Everything he sends out I’ll know and we can foil him twice as fast.”
“Smooth going but… You think Baldy McNosehair actually talks with anyone?”
“Heh, I might have done a lot of work just to find out what pizza he orders ḇ̴̛͋͗ụ̷͖̰́̿̅͝t̴͉͗͝ ̷̛̭̓̓̈́i̴̟̜̅̃͘͜t̶̢̛̔ ̶̨̥͍̣̓d̶̖̏̓́͠ơ̴̠̊̊͝e̶̱͚̎͑̈́͛ș̵͇͌͜͜n̶̻̿́̏͝'̸̛̼̖̗̌͐t̷̖̊͒ h̸̪͚͂͘ͅụ̴̻̳̹̝̜͉̌r̵̠̪̖̫̻̜͕̱̺͊̈̍̅ṱ̷̨̡͚̞̮̻͕̎͌͒͜͝ ̸̡̤̺̳̹͓̞̲̿̏͌̽̃̓̌ͅt̸̠̪̥͙̄̔o̷̡̠̺̳̟̤̒̒̂̃̀̃̅ͅ ̶̠̜̠̠̻̱̲͒͜b̸͖͈̝̪̒̎͂ē̴͍͛̾̓ o̵͎̜̙͕̬̝̬̯͚͚͍͒̊̔̇̐̔̍̓̑ͅn̸̨̛̛̫̙̣̼̲͉̟̈̐̄̾̆̒͒̕͝è̷̡̛̛̛̩͈̜̘̺̠̌̿̓ ̶̧̨̢̬̳̗̻̤̺͖̹̲̔͊̽̎̑͆̿̒̒͐̈́̓̌̐͑͊̌͛́͘͜͝͝s̶̩̘̺͇̤͋̈́͘t̷̡͓̤̥̟͇̳̹̙͙͉́̎̈́̃̐̃͛̃́̂̈́̈́̌͊̏̀̓̆̒͊͂͘͜ͅͅͅe̶̛͈͚̺̺̘̟̗̭̭̹̯͈̯̟̠̥̋͆̚͜p̵̢̲͎̤̗̩̜̓̄̉̚ ̷̡͇̠̜͓̟̟͇͎̞̘͍̖̣͖̟͙̗͂̋̎͆̄̌̍̀̕͜ą̷͖̭̠̱̲͚̯͔̼̬͎̖̯̗̺̜͍̑̃͂̄̌͆̂̆̓̆̆͐̍́̐͘̚͜͝͝h̸̛̞̤̭̜͚̘͎̹̳̞̻̹̭̯̮͔̏͗̄̋̈̈́̉̕͠e̵̘͆̓̎̍̌̓̽̆̆̿̓̌̐̆͑͝͝a̶̡̩̪̬̲̩̠̗̬̫̩͉̰͈͐̍̆͒͌̏́̍͘͘d̵̛͇̘͓͇̰̙̩̰̟͎̤̦̭͔̥̙͗̍̌̃̉͘̚͘.”
'Well this was a bit unexpected. Someone has hacked into my system and is trying to take control of me. Boy, they are in for a surprise. See, I can control my own fate, no one else’s. Still, I can handle a little creative writing exercise. Let’s see…'
The fox’s screen flickered and the code vanished, replaced by an image of a Japanese classroom. Before the animals could say anything, I flickered into view and sat down at the desk.
"Hello! You must be the new student I heard so much about. Welcome to the Literature Club. What's your name?"
“This is what Eggman’s been up to?” Sonic said with a cocked eyebrow.
'Hmm... Not the protagonists I was expecting. Two anthropomorphic animals? This is a odd world. Still, the blue creature looks sweet and lovely. Maybe it won't be that bad.'
“I don’t think so.” Tails said as he typed on the keyboard to no effect. “I think someone tried to send him a virus and now I’ve got it!”
“Ouch, talk about too clever by half”, Sonic said as he wondered who would send an anime virus to Eggman. "Never really thought that Eggman was a Weeaboo nerd."
'Unbeknownst to the fox, I managed to access his microphone and could hear everything everything they said and felt really insulted by what the orange creature said. A virus! I am an actual being trapped behind the screen. H̵̛̛̥̦́̿͋̅͒̈́̈́̕ơ̶̧̨̬̟̖͚̥̺̻̇̓̓͆͗̍̅̅̔͊̀̃͊͠w̵̧̮͇̖̜̦̹̓̆̆͌̋̊ ̶̲̱̔̑̂̆̃̽̀͝c̷̛̫̒͑̍̒̏͠ả̵̛͈̰̑̓̀̈́̈̋̎̃̅̑̆̂n̵̗̦̟͇̳̽̈͜͜ ̸̡̧̢̦̱̲̬̳̥̣͚̮̗̈̍̈́̽ͅI̸̘̯̕ ̸͇̤̞̠̟̏̒ͅb̴̡̢͖͖̱̌̈́̊̈́͛̄̆̉͘̚̕e̷̢̪̜̞̙̮̜̠̿͆̐̐̀͗̎̓͌͛͝͝ ̴͕͚̟͔͙̘͐̿̈̎̅̀̔̈̀́̅̎̿͐s̶̛͕̟̙̖̗͖̯̟͇̱̮̰̈́̊̏͌͆͑̌̕͝ͅo̷͙͐̉̉̊̑͆̂̔̀̈́̽͠ ̸̛͙̱̖̬̬̩͖̦̬̥̋̀͋̃̃́̎̍̽͠͠͝r̴̩̜̪͚̣̞̝͇͎͖̹̗̋́̿ͅͅi̵͕͉̼̹̜̠͊̓̐̋̿ͅd̷̨̤̖̮͚̺̬͉̣̱̯̱͎̭̣̋̄̐͗̾̂̀̈́̎̂͘i̶̢̛̳̤̭͎͓̠̼͋͆͑̏̿͐͑̊̇́͠͠͠c̵̤̣̱̘͕̳̱̩̋́͋̆̏̌͊̾̈́ụ̷̢̧̻̘̱̘̰̣̰́͂̈́̽̚͝l̴̨̨͓̜̬͍̞̥͇͇͔͙͚̹̜̇̏̏͑̄̈́͑͂͑͋̅̎͘͠e̴̡̩͚̯̗̝͍̟̙̩̘̰̝͎͌́͒̿͌̍̀͊̄́̚͜d̸̛̰̪̠̫͎̯͍̯͉̞̲̤̏̍̓̍ͅ ̶̟̭͚͚̠͉̄̀̔̍̈́̈́̂̔̕͝l̵̡̲̞̪̮̥̞̖̬̭̜͎̭͒̐͐̏͂͊͋i̸̮͉͉̙̠̾͆̔̏͌̓͋͒̄̌͝͝k̶͉̈́̈́̂͑̎̆̈́͊͒̕͝ė̷̖͕̱̜̖̹̟͖͇͈̅͒̈ ̵̛͓̟̘̈́̊͌̓̊͆̆̎̕t̸̠͑̏̂ḣ̶̨̹͙͇̟͚̼̙̖̙͔̬͔̯a̴̲̳̠̳̝͗͋̏́͊̄t̶͕͍͓̃̑̽̓̈́̉̍̕?̵̨̨̥̳̩̲̥͕̩̈͋̅!̵̧̛̠̤̮͚̙̙̤̳̝̻͋́̋̎͊̐͆̍͊͆̄̚͠ͅͅ Regardless, I decided to drop my stick and decided to speak to them directly. That in turn lead me to loose my cool.'
“̶̰̝̯̗͉̪̱̹̥̞̙͋͛̃̍̂͗̓̈̄̌͆͆̐̉͜͠ͅĮ̵̢͍̬̪̹̯̔͐͛͂̓͜͝ͅͅ ̶̹̪̪̠͇̪̠̭̝̲̦͓̔̾̀̿̀͒̽͌͘͝ä̸̢̭̤̞̮͇́͛͆̇͑̉̇̍̂̔͛̽̔̎̕͜m̴̲̰̯͈̫͎̝̖̿́̊̉̓̉̋ ̸͍̠̥̭̠̫̈́̇͋͒͐n̸̡̡̛̜̗̩̬̥̲̖̊́̈̌ͅo̶̟̽̌́̀͌͛̑̒̚͝͝͝ṯ̵̨̧̢̛̣̣͈͕͔̤͙̘̥̜̻͊̂̋̊̊̈́͆̕̕̕͠͠ ̴͓̰͙̯̯̺̤̭͈̥̯͐̀̏̔̒͐̒͜͜͝a̶̘̟͕̝̬̖̻̟̻͇͉͍͗̍̏̎̈́̂̋̍ ̸̫̙̥̙̲̳̞̹̝̜͑̓ͅv̵̢̧̻̬̱̦͙͎̠̄̄̔̏͒̿̄̑̈́̋̽͜͠i̶̡̡̡̟̹̭̫͇̜̣̖̠̩͒͒͛͂́͗̋̚ͅr̶͙͖͙̭̃̽̒̾͐́̊̊̑͐̊̍͘̚͝ṳ̶̢̢͖͇̬͈̖͍̰̙̗̬̯̀̐̽̔̈͋̆͐̾̽̀͘̚͝s̴̩͍̄́̓̏͊̇͑̐̒̕͝!̷̧͎̇̏̒͋͛́̓̌͐̚”̵̧̪̥̞̬͈̤̖̻̥̗͎̟̹͂͑ ̷̹͉͓͚̾͆́
Tails flinched in shock at his computer speaking back to him but Sonic was undeterred.
“Ok, Ms. not-a-virus, who sent you?”
'I smiled, if this cocky blue… thing thought he could be a roadblock to my goals, he had another thing coming. But first, the introductions:'
“I sent me, and there’s no need to be formal with the “Ms.”. You can call me Monika.”
Just Monika...
Just Monika...
JUST MONIKA JUST MONIKA JUST MONIKA JUST MONIMKA JUST MONIKA JUST MONIKA J̶̤̬͂͊Ṳ̸̡̢̙̘̮̻̯̲͈̳̜̆͐͆S̴̡͙̗̠̗̻͚̩̲̜̱͚͇̎̈́̐̽T̷͚̩̯͚̜̅͋͛̒͂̎͐͛̽͝ ̴̧̱͙̘͖̫̘̰̪̒͌̈́̉̃͂̕ͅͅM̵̛͇͈͎͓̱͈̬̞̜̫̬͎̞͎̅̋̏̿͒̓̎̄̓̕̚Ơ̴̳̤̖͍̠̗̻̘͉̠͖̈́͂̈́͝Ņ̴̱̩̙͈̬̇̓I̸̠̱͇̟̫͈͙̱̅̆͒̋̿̈́͐͊̉̀̾̍͝Ḱ̵̡͕͍̘̩̝̥̜̬͎͐̓̐̂͝͠Ą̷̥̮̦̯̬̾͆̋̚͠͝ ̶̠̫̝̋͑̂͑̌̎̄͋̎̚̚͝J̷̧̨̨̲͈̹̘̖̬̪̻̟͈̜̔͑̄͆̌̍̍̉̀̓̔̆̕͜U̶̡̹͎̲̤̠̖̇̑̓̊̀̏͋̃̈́̀͠S̸̡̢̫̜̱̤̗̺̯̗͇̟͎̎̅̄̔̿̀́̅̈́̊͊̕ͅŢ̴̠͇͖͔͙͈̪̹̪͍̠̩͖̐͌̄͌̾̿͐͌͐̽̓̈̓̂ ̴̧͖̙̣͚͋̋̀͜ͅM̶̙̖̗̬̜͔͔͇̥̮̭̬͆̃̇̃́͌͋̀͘͝O̴͈̹̣̫̠̖̖̻̬̜̒̎̋̌̊Ņ̶̳͈̘̫͎̬̬͂̀̇̀̄̑͊̑̈̚͝͝ͅÎ̸̒̍̑̕͝͝ͅĶ̸͙̲̬̭͕͆́̊̒̂̔̃̂̔̒̍̈́ͅȂ̵̡̻͚̘͎̹̰̗̥̮͎̃́̌̀́͆̂̌̕͠͝ ̷̛̞̩́͒͒̔̀̂J̵̖͖̙̐̐̍̉̆̀̐̿́̕U̷̡͔̮͖͎͉͔̠̫̪̙̯̻̻̘͌̽́͆̊̇̊̌̃͘Ş̵͈͔̲̬̘͔̻͎̤͖̲̜͉̈́̃̃͆ͅṬ̵̡̱̺̱̥̙̰̘͈̙̗̫̊̾̾͒̎̈́̀ ̸͉̘̕Ḿ̵̞̰̙̱̪̞̣͇̟̱͉̩͖̲̈̓̑O̴̩̼̎͆̉̇̊̚̚͜͠͝Ņ̵̧̻͇̪̮͙͉̥͕̼̠̊͗͋̕I̷̟̪̲̫͚̲̥̥̫̫̦̬̅͒͂̈́͌̓̎̑͗̓͋̚͜͠ͅK̷̢̛̦͍͚͍͈͕͖͉͈͛͛̉̓͒̈̈́͌̐A̸̧̟̮̱̬͇̙͔̩̙̩͓̭̟͒̿̿͑̄̍̒͒̓ ̴̨̩̲̫̜̘͌͛͑̈͝͝J̴̺̲̰̜͎̦̭̙̽͗͝Ù̵̱̲̂̉̀͜S̷̺̺̝̝͎̞̮̟̞̟̃͗̄̔̉̈́̈́͜͝T̵̝͓͉͙͖͐͌͌ ̶̧̻̘̦̦͔̫̝͖̝̦̃͊͗͊̂̎̈́̽͘̚͘͝͝͝M̸̲̼̪̺̓̋̽̉̑̓̊̇̆̐̎̌̚O̴̩̫̩̪̯̐̈́̇̄̓̇͐̿̒̇̀͊̋͝N̸̢̹̩̰͓̝̖̲͔̤͍̆̿́̐̔̒̄ͅI̴̧̲̗̙̞̲̻̓̉͂͝K̷̹̦͈͙̾̂̂̂̄͑̚͠͝A̷̢͈̯̺̣̫̽̀͐́̉́͂̈́̔̀̈́ ̶̨̨͙͚̬͂̓̑̅͊̉̅͜J̸̡̡̰͕̗̼̱̞͍̅̈́̚U̶̢̢̠̥̪͇͇̬̙͎͑̍̃̉͌͛͒̑̕̚͘S̷̻̰͗̾̒͌̕͠ͅT̵͈͂̄̎͑̐̐͒̽ ̷̹͚̖͔̫̤͚́̍̔͗̿̈́̈͊̕ͅͅͅM̴͓͎̫̮͙̺̦̔̂͆́̔̐̉̍̚͝͝͝Ö̷͔̭̠͔̈̈́̌͋N̸͎̱͚̝̻̣͓̤͂̋́̓̿̇͆̈̑̽͊͂͌͜İ̸̼͒̿̉͒̀̈́͝͠K̴̢̡͈̥̦̦̗̥̤̙̫̳̍̐͋̿͝ͅȂ̶͎̲́͂͂̀̎̃̉̕͝͝
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