I do not own DDLC. Elements of this fic are inspired by the Yakuza game series.
Doki Doki Crime Syndicate
Chapter 1: I'm a doctor, sort of
A fist collided with the disheveled man's face again and he hit the rough ground of the alleyway. He tried to pull himself up using the drainage pipe on the side of the apartment building the alley sat in; the other side being another apartment building. The click-clack of formal shoes on the wet ground echoed between the brick walls.
A tall man in a suit idly lit a cigarette and puffed on it, blowing smoke in the other man's face as he leaned down towards him.
"Why am I dealing with you again, Tim?" The man asked. Tim blinked blearily and pressed his back to the wall. The man paced for a moment before slamming the heel of his shoe into the wall next to Tim's head. Tim flinched and whimpered and tried in vain to shrink further into the wall. "You gonna answer?"
"I….I o-owe mon-"
"You owe money, yes. Why do you still owe money, Tim?" The man asked. He had a deep, tired sounding voice. "Gambling? Laundering maybe? Hookers?" He kicked Tim's hand off of the pipe.
"I-I didn't-" the man stomped on his leg, causing him to scream out.
"Bullshit, Tim. Bullshit. This is only gonna get worse the longer it goes on." The man said. "So which was it?"
"I g-gambled. And I d-drank." He snivelled. The main raised and eyebrow and blew some more smoke in his face.
"That all? I don't think that's all of it." He ground his heel into Tim's shin.
"I bought guns! And I paid off some debts, I-I swear that's all I did!" Tim screamed. The man eyed him for a few moments. He waited for what seemed like an eternity for the beaten Tim.
"Guns, eh?" He swiftly kicked Tim under the chin, snapping his head back laying him out flat on the ground. He groaned through bloody teeth and his head slowly rolled from side to side. "You don't deal in guns Tim. You deal in dirty money and debt collection, so what are you doing with guns, huh?"
Tim didn't answer. The man was starting to lose his patience, but a voice called from the entrance of the alleyway.
"Sawbones, come on. We'll deal with him. Before you say anything we'll keep him alive. No good to the boss dead." One of the enforcers said. The man looked from Tim, to the enforcer, back to Tim. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and turned on his heel.
"You know you're done for, Tim." He didn't need a response. Tim would disappear, never to be seen again, only to be replaced. He stepped out of the alleyway and one of the enforcers went in.
"Thanks for that Hector. Slippery bastard has been evading us for a month now. Fucking burn phones." Hector's friend and fellow enforcer, Joshua, said. He was dressed in a similar black suit to Hector, however he had his shirt mostly opened, whereas Hector had a more modest two-button opening in his. He had a short mane of hair with the sides shaven to stubble. He had a light five-o'clock shadow on his angular face. His face was impish, with a constant sparkle of mischief in his dark eyes.
Hector looked at him and gave a small smirk. "I'm a doctor, you know. I've got patients to attend to. I shouldn't be beating up guys like him for chump change." He replied. He'd known Joshua for years and had been inducted into the Brookburg Syndicate at roughly the same time. They ran enforcement together and often went out on the town after a job well done. Tonight would be no different.
"Hey man, that's just how it is. But now that we've dealt with that weasel, let's get fucked up!" Joshua yelled excitedly. Hector gave a smirk and nodded. He was much quieter than his lively friend, but he was never one to miss out on a good drink.
"Where are you thinking then?" Hector asked. Of course he knew where his friend would suggest. After a few years of beating up small time mobsters and hooligans running shake-downs on their turf, their usual haunt was the Blossom Bloom bar and grill.
"Where do you think?" Joshua asked sarcastically, to which Hector smirked again and nodded. They were going to drink until sunrise.
After fumbling for his keys and swaying drunkenly into his apartment/doctors office, Hector sat down in his computer chair in front of his own personal computer. Because of his line of work, he didn't have much time for sitting around doing idle things, video games being one of them. However, he discovered some time ago a free, simple game called Doki Doki Literature Club. He liked the art style, though things like anime weren't really his thing.
He'd finished it after a month of leaving it and coming back to it when he had time. He really didn't expect things to go how they did, but he found that Monika's plight was one he could on some level sympathise with. She wanted a connection with someone a meta level, a clever twist by the games writers. Though she'd done rather unethical things, he still found himself wondering if there was anyway besides what she did that she could achieve some kind of happiness.
He was a sucker for a good story with interesting characters even as a child. Since completing it, he'd closed the game for the last time and forgot about it amongst his other responsibilities and duties to the Syndicate.
He washed his face and stared into the mirror, his drunk thoughts swirling incoherently as he zoned out. He was a young man, 24, with slicked back hair and stubble on his chin and under his bottom lip, with a dark ghost of a moustache. He supposed he was quite decent looking, not a model in looks but he'd garnered quite a bit of female attention when out on business. However, he had not the time nor the want for a significant other. He wouldn't want an innocent person getting caught up in gang affairs just because they were close to him.
He wore a constant expression of detachment, with half lidded eyes and lips in a thin line. A light frown was always present, though being out with Joshua always got a smile out of him.
He shook his head and walked to his small bedroom, gracelessly flopping onto his bed and was out like a light. This would be the last somewhat peaceful day he would have for a long time to come.
Monika ran. She'd woken up from a dreamless sleep in a place she didn't recognise in the cold and wet. There was someone following her. Every movement she made was tailed very precisely, but she felt in her gut that there was somewhere safe nearby, a place she could meet the one out of countless millions she'd expressed her feelings for. She let this feeling, a kind of guiding tug in her core lead her to somewhere she hoped was safe. She was just glad she was athletic.
The splash of a puddle behind her sent a jolt of panic through her and her heart thundered in her chest. Why was someone after her? She hadn't done anything beside wake up in a back alley under a neon sign. She pressed on, knowing that as long as she kept going strong she would outpace her pursuer.
The tug became stronger as she approached and apartment building on a quiet back street. It wasn't a tall building, two storeys with a total of 18 apartments separated into two floors. It was run down and sketchy looking, but her instincts told her to get to the second floor, first door on the left, apartment 10. With a desperate burst of energy, she sprinted to what she hoped was safety.
Hector stirred. Something was up and he had a weird feeling he was about to be dragged into something. He stood having not removing any of his clothing or shoes before hitting the mattress and moved towards the door. Then he heard the scream. Piercing and terrified. Right outside his door.
Monika cowered before the bloody, suited man as he loomed over her. He smelled like blood and alcohol, and the look in his eyes was both disturbing and terrifying. He backed her against the wall and gripped her hair before yanking her forward causing her to stumble into him.
"Don't… don't need money for little whores like you…" the man slurred. He pulled again, forcing a sharp sting across Monika's scalp causing her to scream. She noticed the man went still and turned his attention away from her as a door creaked open. Out stepped the one that sent a pulse of warmth through Monika's body. He was in a black suit with the two top buttons of his shirt undone, and he looked very, very angry.
"You. Didn't I beat you enough already?" Hector asked, his tone held a harsh, razor edge.
"Fucker!" The drunk man growled as spittle flew from his bloody lips. "You have… any idea what… you've done to me? Do you!?" He bellowed.
"Yeah." Hector replied. "And I'm about to do it again." He cracked his knuckles in his hands and set into a low stance. Tim threw Monika to the concrete floor and whirled on Hector. He clutched an empty bottle of Tennessee whiskey in his hand. Tim ran at Hector swing in a wild arc. Hector weaved under it and sent a powerful fist into Tim's stomach, making the man stand on his tip-toes.
Fuelled on rage and alcohol, Tim lashed out again only to have his momentum used against him as his head was smashed into a wooded support beam connecting the railing with the roof. Two more heavy punches struck his face and stomach before he had his head slammed into a window, splintering the glass into a spiderweb. A metal trash can was dunked over his head and while he thrashed blindly with only his legs and hands free, Hector push-kicked Tim over the railing. Silence followed the heavy thud and clunk of metal hitting the trash and concrete below.
Hector inspected the scene from over the railing for a few moments. Tim was definitely out for the count this time. Only a limp pair of legs protruded from the crumpled trash can. His fall was only broken by some trash bags Hector had neglected to get rid of. Finally he turned to look at Monika, who despite what had happened, suddenly had the warmest expression on her face.
"I found you."
Just thought I'd try something new. I felt some stories for DDLC were a bit cookie cutter. Anyway, R&R, tell me what you think. Until Next time.
Yakuza OST for fight scene: Force Addiction.