#or sayori x mc focused

[justa-snake]

Don't think I've said this but

Tally Hall X DDLC au stuff!!!

Monika - Andrew

Sayori - Rob

Zubin - mc

Natsuki - Ross

Yuri - Joe

Everything else is pretty much the same except the fact that Andrew doesn't really care that much about Zubin bro wants OUT and Zubin is his ticket out. He just needs his full attention

Instead of focusing on poems they focus on song writing (almost the same thing)

They're going to perform their songs at the festival that they prep for

What happens during their routes also change but I'll talk about that in a separate post

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Ayyyy I wrote a short little introductory piece that introduces my two OCs into the club! This is written from Kain’s POV.

I relax in my room, reading. I’m rereading one of my favorite novels, The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. High fantasy has always been one of my favorite genres, and my cousin Yuri recommended this to me a year or so ago. She usually reads horror, but she always talks about how a truly good fantasy story that takes you to another world can be just as good. I don’t really get all the pretentious shit she goes on about sometimes, but this really is a good book, so I can’t really be too annoyed about it.

Suddenly, I hear a vibration. I check my phone to see a text from my best friend, Lucidia.

[Make sure to get to bed early tonight, Kain! We have a big day tomorrow, joining the Literature Club! Don’t forget!] the screen reads.

I roll my eyes. Lucie has been nagging me ever since the festival to join a club. She keeps saying I’m going to end up as a NEET if I don’t join one soon. I finally caved and told her I’d join the Literature Club, just to shut her up. It was the first club I thought of, because Yuri’s in it. But, would you believe it, she said she’d join too! I wonder if she actually cares about literature, or if she just wants to make sure I’m actually doing it. Probably the latter… But after all, literature is fun, so it probably won’t be that bad.

[Yeah yeah fine, I’m going to bed,] I text back. She means well, but she’s really annoying sometimes. I know she’ll kick my ass tomorrow if I don’t go to bed soon, so I get up and start getting ready for bed.

***

Well, the school day is over. I guess we’re going to the Literature Club… I walk out into the hallway, to find Lucie already waiting for me. “Come on, let’s go! I’ve got the room number on this flyer,” Lucie says energetically. I wish I could be this enthusiastic, to be honest.

We head across the school towards the third-year classrooms, and before long, we’ve arrived outside the door. Lucie knocks on the door firmly. The discussion behind the door suddenly goes silent, before a bubbly happy voice speaks up. “Come in!” the voice exclaims.

Lucie opens the door and primly strides in. I casually stroll in behind her, and look around the room. There’s Yuri, sitting in the corner reading a book with a pink-haired girl I’ve seen her with a couple times; I guess that must be Natsuki, her girlfriend. Yuri never really stops talking about Natsuki and how much she loves her, it’s really adorable. Anyway, Yuri’s eyes light up with recognition as she sees me, and she smiles. Then there’s a girl with coral-colored hair with a big red bow in it, who’s beaming at us. Next to her is a guy with brown hair and golden-colored eyes. Wow, he’s fucking gorgeous… probably straight though, I think to myself. Lastly, there’s a girl sitting by herself. She’s got long brown hair and green eyes that seem… piercing, almost. And her expression is unusual. She looks… shocked, almost disturbed, to see us. What’s her problem…?

“Oh, hello!” the girl with the coral hair speaks up. I notice her voice is the one we heard from the hall. “Welcome to the Literature Club! How can we help you?” she asks with a smile.

“Hi, my name is Lucidia, and this is my friend Kain,” Lucie says authoritatively. “We’re here to inquire about joining the club.”

The coral-haired girl’s eyes light up, and she shouts, “Really? Yay! Monika, we’ve got new members!” She looks over at the girl with the brown hair. Her name is Monika? Yeah, I remember hearing about her. She’s a pretty popular girl in our grade, but I never really hung with that crowd, so I never really got to know her.

“O-oh, yes, thanks for alerting me, Sayori,” Monika responded. So the other girl’s name is Sayori. Okay. So that’s everyone’s name except the cute boy next to Sayori. “Well, hello,” she continues. She still looks confused by our presence, but who knows, maybe she’s just having an off day or something?

“So let me introduce you to everyone. I’m Monika, the club president! Over here is my vice president, Sayori,” she points to the coral-haired girl, “our newest member, MC,” pointing to the boy, “and over in the corner we have Yuri, and Natsuki.”

“Yeah, I already know Yuri,” I speak up. “She’s my cousin.”

Yuri nods happily and says, “Kain is a very avid reader! I think he’ll be a good fit for the club.” Whew, putting a little too much faith in me there, cousin. I like reading, but I wouldn’t consider myself an “avid” anything. Except maybe an avid slacker.

Monika nods at Yuri. “Ah, I see! Interesting. Lucidia, Kain, I think we’d love to have you join! Let me just take you two outside to fill out some preliminary club paperwork without disturbing anyone’s reading, okay?” she asks with a kind of… unsettling grin.

Lucie doesn’t seem to have noticed Monika’s weird behavior, as she says, “Alright! Let’s go then,” and leads the way to the door. It’s funny how she always makes a point of taking the lead in every situation. Even in this one, where Monika should be leading as the president of the club. Those two are not going to get along…

Anyway, we go outside, and Monika closes the door behind us—

Whoa. What the fuck is going on? The entire world looks like it’s breaking into fragments around us. Monika’s the only thing that looks stable…

“Who are you?” she asks, her voice sounding distorted. I look over at Lucie. Her face looks absolutely stunned, and she remains silent.

“How did you get into this game? Were you coded here? I don’t see character files for you. Are you sentient like me? Do you understand the nature of this world?” Monika growls at us. “Are you here to harm my girls? Or are you independent creations of the game?”

“W-what are you talking about…?” Lucie stutters. When she’s really afraid, her stutter comes back and she tends to repeat herself a lot. She’s had it ever since we were kids, but she keeps it under control most of the time. But at moments like this, when she’s terrified, she completely loses her composure. “W-we aren’t… we d-don’t want to h-h-hurt anyone, what are you t-talking about….?”

“Yeah, what’s the big idea?” I ask angrily. I’m scared as fuck too, to be entirely honest, but I’m a lot better at forcing myself to remain calm and roll with the punches. “What do you mean, game? We’re not playing any games, we’re just here trying to join a goddamn literature club and you’re being creepy as fuck.”

Monika’s expression seems to change after she watches us for a moment. “Hmm… I believe you. But I still don’t know how you got here. I need to look into this some more. In the meantime, I’m sorry for having scared you like this. You won’t remember any of this, but thanks for at least speaking to me. I won’t let any harm come to you two either.”

We aren’t going to remember this? She won’t let any harm come to us? What the fuck is she talking aboutttttttttt

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“Kain is a very avid reader! I think he’ll be a good fit for the club,” Yuri says with a smile. Whew, putting a little too much faith in me there, cousin. I like reading, but I wouldn’t consider myself an “avid” anything. Except maybe an avid slacker.

…Wait, that seems vaguely familiar. Did we already…? Nah, just déjà vu.

“Ah, I see!” Monika says with a smile, nodding in Yuri’s direction. “Lucidia, Kain, I think we’d love to have you join! In fact, it’s about time for all of us to share poems! Every day, we write a new poem and bring it in to share with everyone!” She grins and tilts slightly at the waist. “It’s a fun exercise that helps us get to know each other better, and also to enjoy literature!”

I look over at Lucie. Oh no… she’s got that bossy bitch-face on again. She’s going to start trying to throw her inflated ego around and dominate the conversation like she always does when she doesn’t like something… she always does this when she doesn’t get her way. I think it comes from the fact that her dad is rich as hell, but I’d never say that to her; I don’t particularly want to get smacked.

“Umm… I don’t mean to criticize the way you run your club or anything, Monika, but that doesn’t seem like a very efficient system to me. It seems to me that creative burnout could easily set in soon, and everyone would be tired of writing poetry,” she says with her bossy tone.

Monika’s expression changes. She looks confused, almost like she’s not used to being challenged. “W-well…” she mutters. “It’s never been a problem before…”

Sayori speaks up then, an almost sort of angry expression on her face. “Yeah! Monika’s a great leader, and we all have a wonderful time here! Don’t be mean, Lucidia!” Natsuki and Yuri nod in agreement. I never expected Sayori to be the assertive one… but I guess that’s why she’s Vice President.

“Luce, come on, don’t be like that. We just joined. I bet they know what works for the club better than we do, huh?” I say calmingly. That’s the trick with Lucie; when she gets like this, just appeal to her sense of reason and she’ll realize what a bitch she’s being.

“O-oh… You’re right, Kain, I’m sorry…” she mumbles. “I’m so sorry, everyone! I don’t always think before I speak, and sometimes I can be kind of bossy… I didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings…” Okay good, that was the reaction I was hoping for.

Sayori grins at Lucie. “It’s okay! Happens to the best of us! Even Yuri sometimes speaks before she thinks, and she’s an amazing person!” Yuri blushes and hides her face behind her hair as Sayori says that. It’s true that Yuri is sometimes very blunt with her thoughts, but saying that so plainly… Something tells me Sayori doesn’t always think before she speaks either, but it’s kind of endearing. MC smiles at her when she says that. Yep, definitely straight, he loves her, I think to myself with a slight sense of disappointment. But it’s fine, of course. We sit around the table and the others pull their poems out. I guess it’s time to get to know everyone else…

[tybers-mcguybers]

Chapters: 5/14 Fandom: Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsuki/Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Characters: Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki's Father (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Additional Tags: OC Parents - Freeform, Slice of Life, High School, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Not a game, Alternate Universe, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:

Doki Doki Literature Club slice of life fanfic. The girls are real high school students trying to navigate life as best they can. No MC or video game in this fiction. Slowburn Yuri x Natsuki focused.

[tybers-mcguybers]

Chapters: 3/14 Fandom: Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsuki/Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Characters: Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki's Father (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Additional Tags: OC Parents - Freeform, Slice of Life, High School, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Not a game, Alternate Universe, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:

Doki Doki Literature Club slice of life fanfic. The girls are real high school students trying to navigate life as best they can. No MC or video game in this fiction. Slowburn Yuri x Natsuki focused.

[tybers-mcguybers]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsuki/Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Characters: Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki's Father (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Additional Tags: OC Parents - Freeform, Slice of Life, High School, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Not a game, Alternate Universe, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:

Doki Doki Literature Club slice of life fanfic. The girls are real high school students trying to navigate life as best they can. No MC or video game in this fiction. Slowburn Yuri x Natsuki focused.

<p>The day was not turning out well and school hadn't even started yet.  As usual, Sayori had woken up late for school.  Thankfully, this was not caused by another bout of depression.  After seeing a psychologist and psychiatrist for those mental issues in middle school, Sayori- with a healthy mix of medicine and emotional support from friends and family- was able to manage her depressive episodes until they rarely occurred.  All of that being said, the reason for her sleeping in late was not a lack of motivation, but a simple slip of her mind to set her alarm for the start of the new school year.  Not that she was particularly elated about school, but she promised herself and her parents that she'd be better about waking up on time.</p>

<p> As a result of this careless action, Sayori was pressed for time once she finally woke up.  Sayori was a whirlwind of limbs, random articles of clothing, and personal care items as she rushed to make it to school on time.  Once she made it to the top of the stairs, she’d somehow managed to look presentable and semi-put together.  To the common onlooker, Sayori looked like she took hours to get herself together.  However, it was the experience of a master procrastinator that produced her well-brushed hair, thoroughly-cleaned teeth, and only slightly ruffled uniform.</p>

 <p>As she descended the stairs, Sayori’s household seemed just as disorganized as she was.  Her mother sat at the kitchen table with a slew of paperwork before her and a freshly-emptied cup of coffee in her left hand.  Her right hand was occupied with a packet of paper that had a few visible food stains on it.  Meanwhile, her father scrambled to get breakfast together, which Sayori could smell was burning from the kitchen.  Despite how absolutely buried in work she was, Sayori’s mom immediately noticed her chipper presence.  The older woman jumped up from her seat as she checked the time on her wristwatch, completely tipping the empty cup in her hand sideways.</p>

<p>“Sayori! Oh, god, what time is it?  School-!  Breakfast-!  You-”  Sayori put a hand on her mother’s shoulder and slowly lowered the woman back into her seat.  She settled the woman with a soft smile.  Her mother was usually most put together in their family of three, but work was her organizational Kryptonite.  Owning and operating her own floral shop was quite the chore, so Sayori understood her mother's current plight.</p>

<p>“Mom, it’s okay!  I’ll just grab some toast and head to school before I’m too late!”  Her mother’s frantic expression waned as it was swiftly replaced with an appreciatory smile.</p>

<p>“Thank you, Sayori.  I’m sorry for not waking you up today.  I'll definitely do it tomorrow.”  Sayori was almost out of the room before her mother could finish.  In the kitchen, she was greeted with the sight of her father fumbling about with a messy bowl of half-scrambled eggs.  Behind him, beside the entrance of the kitchen, a skillet of burnt bacon created a cloud of smoke that seemed to go unnoticed by the man.  Sayori raised an eyebrow and moved the skillet over to an eye that wasn’t currently turned on.  The smoke immediately dissipated.  While she maintained her smile, it took much more effort than she would have liked.</p>

<p>“Dad?  Need any help?”  Sayori’s chipper tone caused the large man to jump in alarm.  The contents of the bowl seemed to jump along with him as they became airborne before sloshing back down into their container.  He smiled with tired enthusiasm at her before his expression immediately shifted into a frown.  His eyes widened as they shifted back and forth from the oven clock to Sayori and her school uniform.  Before he could voice his concerns, Sayori jumped in.</p>

<p>“I know, I know! I just came in for some toast, then I’m on my way!”  Sayori smiled.  She reached around him and snagged a piece of toast from the plate.  It seemed that toast was the only thing her father hadn’t completely destroyed that morning.  Sayori couldn't entirely blame the man.  He was never adept at cooking, but the fact that he stepped up to help when her mom was so busy helped Sayori overlook the disaster.  With a dismissive wave, Sayori shouted goodbye to her parents and ran off to school.</p>

<p>Despite how unbearably boring school could be, Sayori appreciated the relative stability that came with it.  While they had worked on getting more organized for Sayori’s mental sake, her parents were still almost as spastic as she herself was. School provided a reprieve from the chaos, if only briefly.</p>

<p>However, the boring calm of the classroom setting came with a caveat.  Without anything to occupy her mind,  her thoughts started to take over and distracted her from whatever task was at hand.  Luckily, it was only the first day of school and they were looking over the syllabus, but Sayori couldn’t even remember what class she was in at that moment.  Math?  Literature?  Her focus waned the harder she tried to concentrate.</p>

<p>By the end of the school day, Sayori said her goodbyes to her teachers and classmates as she exited the classroom.  Instead of going straight home per usual, Sayori opted to wander around the school grounds a bit to clear her head.  Her mother would likely bring home a bag full of paperwork and her father was likely still home writing whatever new novel he decided to pursue.</p>

<p>The halls were quiet.  It wasn't the type of quiet that made one uncomfortable and paranoid, but it was quiet in the way that the early morning of a Sunday was quiet.  Faintly, the sounds of clubs in nearby classrooms could be heard as Sayori passed them.  She paid them no mind as she instead focused on calming her thoughts.</p>

<p>Sometime during her wandering- Sayori was unsure exactly how long she’d spaced out for- she stumbled across a classroom that caught her attention.  The main reason being that the door was left slightly ajar in comparison to the shut ones she’d passed thus far, but the person within the classroom was what truly drew her in.</p>

<p>“Woah… Is that really her?  Why is she all alone,” Sayori whispered, quite poorly, though.  Miraculously, she hadn’t caught the attention of the girl she was admiring.  </p>

<p>Within the room, Monika was sitting alone at a desk by the window.  With her back to Sayori, the chipper girl couldn’t make out exactly what Monika was doing, but she could clearly see her hand moving feverishly, likely writing something down.</p>

<p>”She looks so intense,” Sayori thought.  She moved just a bit closer to the door before thinking better of interrupting the class idol.  Instead, she backed away from the door and headed back the way she came.  Her thoughts were still very loud in her head, but at least they had something to focus on.</p>

<p>”What was she doing?”  Sayori’s brows knitted in concentration as she finally began to make her way home.  It seemed like the first time that day, her thoughts had finally gone quiet.</p> 

[tybers-mcguybers]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsuki/Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Characters: Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki's Father (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Additional Tags: OC Parents - Freeform, Slice of Life, High School, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Not a game, Alternate Universe, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:

Doki Doki Literature Club slice of life fanfic. The girls are real high school students trying to navigate life as best they can. No MC or video game in this fiction. Slowburn Yuri x Natsuki focused.

The first day back at school was always the most exhausting.  Not exam days, not finals, not even graduation for those who could be so lucky.  No, if Monika had to pick, she would nominate the first day as the most tiresome without hesitation.  This mostly stemmed from the sheer amount of attention the first day created for her.  Students and teachers alike would bombard her with niceties and greetings that seemed to accumulate during summer break.

“Oh my gosh, your hair grew a lot over the summer, Monika.  It looks spectacular!”

“Hope you had a good summer, Monika.  I can’t wait to see you in my class this year.”

“Monika!  Would you mind stopping by my classroom during your free period to show the new students how it’s done?”

To anyone on the outside, all of the attention was borderline envious.  However, Monika often found such obsessions over her more bothersome and overwhelming than flattering.  So much was expected of her and she was only a third-year student.  Despite the hassle every first day of school brought with it, Monika tackled it all with her signature smile and carefree pose.  Being the class president was hard work, but well worth it when it comes to her reputation among peers and college resume potential.

There were times where Monika found that smiles, poses, and a generally great personality were not enough to stave off the impending stress that came with everyone admiring her during the entire school day.  When those moments hit her, Monika turned to the only thing that helped ease the pressure: literature.  Namely, her poetry.  Whenever she found the time between first-day nonsense, Monika would quickly and discretely slip her composition notebook from the confines of her bookbag.  When she would swiftly open the pages, the scent of fresh ink from her latest poem- still wet and raw- would fill her senses and her senses only.

On days like the one in question, the subject matter was fairly uniform- a want for peace of mind and self-isolation.  To be left alone like any normal student was what she occupied many pages with.  The occasional peer would glance over at her curiously as she toiled over the pages, but whenever anyone approached, Monika was quick to gently close the notebook and return it to its home in her book bag.  Her attention would immediately shift to the person or issue at hand and that was that until the next time she felt she was in the clear to write again.

This particular first day back was easily separated from the others, though.  The school workload, the club activities, and the constant attention were eerily similar to how they were every year, but it was her poetry that stood out on this day.  She was far more invested in the poems and composing them compared to the passive writing she had done in previous experiences.  Whereas the activity had merely been calming when she started, she found that she enjoyed the ability to express her strife in such a beautiful, artistic way.

Instead of going to the debate club that afternoon, Monika slipped through the halls with silent determination until she found an empty classroom to hide out in.  Many other students would have just gone home if they wanted to be alone, but Monika knew that all that was waiting for her at home was a stiff family dinner and a pile of summer preparatory work to finish before the school started to give legitimate homework.  The lack of personal time wasn’t all that would be waiting for her at home.  Her parents were likely to batter her with probing questions about why she wasn’t at debate club showing the other students the obvious pick for club president for the third year in a row.  Therefore, an empty classroom at school, devoid of any expectation and free for her to express herself as she pleased was ideal.

“This… is surprisingly nice,” Monika declared to the empty classroom.  The setting sun cast a soothing, natural glow on the room, Monika, and the poem she was working on at that moment.  As much as she liked the chance to settle down and write, she had to admit that she was fairly lonely.  Even though she came to the classroom to be alone, she realized that the complete solitude was not exactly what she wanted.

“I wonder if I could get any of my friends to do this…” She mused aloud.  She quickly shook her head and sighed.  No one she was well acquainted with would ever be up to such a task unless it was for some sort of competition or scholarship.  

Monika spent the better part of the afternoon in the empty classroom writing and mulling over her newfound passion.  Her parents would never allow her to fully pursue poetry, but the thoughts of doing so stuck in her mind.

“Maybe I can find a way around this.”  Monika began to pack away her writing tools as she prepared for the walk back home.  The hallways were silent and she was positive the school was nearly empty.  This fact in mind, Monika allowed herself to freely voice her thoughts, even if they were only to herself.

“Starting my own clue would be a considerable accomplishment on my resume.  And then if the club got serious enough, we could submit to competitions… This might work.”  Monika’s smile beamed as she began to make her way out of the school building.  The impending darkness of evening was comforting.  She let the late-summer breeze shift her hair to and fro as she continued her trek home.  If anyone were around, they would have mentioned how light her gait seemed to be that afternoon.

However, when she stepped back into her neighborhood and through the front gate of her house, Monika schooled her excitement.  She would hate for her parents to prematurely discover and therefore spoil this new venture.  All she needed was time to come up with a solid plan.

This idea had potential, and she was determined to see it through.