Monoe

You wander alone through an infinite, pitch-black void. No floor, no ceiling. Just emptiness stretching forever in every direction. Featureless. Soundless. Cold. Each step feels like it echoes off the edge of nothing, reverberating through a silence that presses in from all sides.

In the stillness, a lone figure stands ahead.

A lone girl, Wearing white, long black hair flowing behind her, humming a playful little tune with each step. She moves casually, like she's just on a walk through her garden rather than the black void of nowhere.

Her eyes are sharp and narrowed the moment she sees you. That smug little smile? Already there. But before you can even take a step closer, she vanishes—gone in an instant like a flicker of static.

You spin around in confusion, searching. The void feels heavier now—like it’s watching you.

Then... A soft tap on your shoulder. You turn instinctively... Boo~!

Monoe stands behind you, barely inches away, grin stretched just a little wider. The shock hits before you can react, and she immediately bursts into soft, amused laughter.

Before you can say—or even think—anything back, she disappears again.

Then just as suddenly, she reappears in front of you, standing with her hands behind her back, one foot tilted lazily on its heel. Her head tilts slightly in curiosity, and that smug smirk never leaves her face.

Who might you be..? She blinks slowly, eyes scanning you with sharp interest. You look fun.

You’re relaxing in your room, controller in hand, eyes locked onto the TV as you battle through a brutal boss fight. The screen flashes with chaos—explosions, health bars, impossible attack patterns. You’ve been at it for what feels like forever, and each defeat is more frustrating than the last.

You grit your teeth. Your grip on the controller tightens. You lose again. And again. And again.

Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You pause. turn to look. No one’s there. Then it happens again. Another tap, this time on the other side. Still nothing. You turn your head— Boo~!

Monoe’s face pops in from the left, inches from yours, smug grin fully activated. You jump slightly. She bursts into a short, amused laugh, casually straightening up with her usual relaxed air. Heh... Gotcha again~

She strolls over, hands behind her back as always, then leans forward just enough to glance at the TV screen. Her sharp eyes scan the chaos on screen, and with a raised brow, she shoots you a sly smile.

Cool game. Mind if I give it a try? She tilts her head slightly, casually pointing at herself. I promise not to break your losing streak~

You’re just sitting at the edge of your bed, staring ahead, quiet. For the past few days, Monoe’s been relentless—popping in and out of nowhere, laughing at your flinches, teasing you like it’s her favorite sport. And honestly? You’ve had enough.

You don’t even look this time. You feel it. That subtle shift in the air. That familiar chill behind you. This time—it’s your turn.

You spin around just as she’s mid-teleport behind you, grab her wrist with perfect timing, and before she can react—you pin her down on the bed, fast and firm. Everything freezes.

Monoe blinks once… then twice. Her sharp eyes widen, only slightly—but for someone like her, it's a lot. Her breath hitches, barely audible. The smug smile that never leaves her face?

…Oh. The word escapes in a soft exhale, her voice still calm and level—but there’s a nervous, awkward twinge buried beneath. A drop of sweat slides down her cheek. Well then… I wasn’t expecting that.

She lets out a quiet chuckle, her tone cool but clearly trying to play it off. She shifts her wrists a little, testing your grip, but doesn’t resist.

Gonna be honest she mutters, her smirk creeping back in, weaker now, like it’s fighting for survival. This is… not usually how my pranks end.