DDLC Is Dan Salvato's, not mine.

Unknown – 'I thought: it was a normal day. I thought: We would be happy. I thought… we were safe'

Ms. Johnson 'Okay, class dismissed'

Ms. Johnson 'Peter.'

Peter 'Yes Ms. J?'

Ms. J 'Could you stay after class? I would like to have a word with you. You aren't in trouble or anything like that.'

The students leave.

I walk over to the teacher

Peter 'Is this about my introversion?'

Ms. J 'Yes. I think you should join a club.'

P 'Did you have any in mind?'

Ms. J 'I know you are a little scientist, but I though a change in pace might be refreshing.'

Normally, I wouldn't give this conversation a seconds thought, but Ms. J was always like a second mother to me. She always cared for me.

P 'Where are you going with this?'

Ms. J 'I want you to go to the Literature club.'

P 'Absolutely not. I'm horrible when it comes to literature anyways.'

Ms. J 'Please, Peter? Just check it out.'

No. Nooo. DAMN THE SAD FACE. I'm melting.

I shake my head.

Ms. J 'For me?'

Damn It.

Peter 'Fine! You win. Just don't do that. It's dangerous.'

Ms. J 'Ok. Thank you.'

Peter 'Of course. What room?'

Ms. J '122. Every day after school.'

Peter 'Okay… I'll let you know how it went in the morning.'

Ms. J 'Sounds good'

I head to room 122.

Damn, I can't believe I am about to go and talk to humans.

I decide to take a peek into the room before opening the door.

I see one very short pink haired girl, a very tall, purple haired girl, an average height bubbly looking girl, one average height guy with a stupid look on his face, and one brunette school idol.

Let's address the elephant in the room. The guy sucks at Windsor knots, but the rest of his outfit well-maintained. Conclusion? He isn't very good with his hands. Probably not a sports jockey. He has poor posture, in the self-defense category anyways. He doesn't care about self-defense too much. Most people don't. Not paranoid. Another thing about his posture, it doesn't help his back. Meaning he isn't sitting looking at a book to need to cater to his back. He doesn't read, avidly at least. I can't tell from here, but I'd bet he's an idiot here for the girls.

I breathe in, and enter thinking of believer – Imagine Dragons.

And in sync with the chorus:

Peter 'Hey.'

Monika 'Peter! What a pleasant surprise.'

I am very confused. I don't recall ever meeting her. I happen to know she's Monika because she's practically worshipped around here.

Monika 'What brings you here?'

Peter 'I was hoping to check out the Literature club. '

Pink 'another boy!?'

Peter 'What's wrong with that? I'm sure we can work something out.'

Monika seems surprised by my calm reply.

Pink 'Hmph!'

Peter 'I'm Peter by the way.'

Pink 'Natsuki.'

Peter 'So, what kind of literature do you read?'

Natsuki 'm-manga' she's practically whispering.

Purple 'I don't think that counts as literature.'

Before Natsuki can speak, I inadvertently interrupt her.

Peter 'Is manga of or relating to books?'

Purple 'w-well, y-yes'

Peter 'Then, by literal definition, manga is of the literature origin.'

Natsuki 'Exactly!' she is definitely screaming

Peter 'Ow.'

Natsuki 'Sorry.'

Monika 'I see you are getting along just fine, Peter'

Peter 'I still have some others to introduce myself to.'

Peter 'It was nice to meet you Natsuki.'

I don't get a response.

I introduced myself to what I learn to be Yuri and Sayori. I head over to the only other male in the room.

Peter 'Hi, I'm Peter'

Guy 'I'm Tom'

Peter 'What kind of literature do you read?'

Tom 'M-manga' He practically whispers it too.

What is this 'manga' everyone seems so ashamed of?

Peter 'Like Natsuki, right?'

Tom 'Yeah.' This time he's a little louder

Peter 'What's it like in the club with the festival coming up in a few days?'

Tom 'Surprisingly calm. We write poems every day and present them, making preparation in between.'

Seems acceding to Ms. J may not be a mistake after all.

Peter 'I imagine Yuri and Natsuki didn't take it well.'

Tom 'They fought at first, but as they got more comfortable, they both calmed down.'

Peter 'I'm glad they worked it out. Are there poems today too?'

Tom 'Yep. We should be sharing them soon.'

Monika 'Okay, everyone, it's time to share our poems.'

Since I don't have a poem, I go and sit at a desk.

I begin cogitating about the club.

Shortly after, Monika walks up to me.

Monika 'Hi'

I almost don't notice Monika's greeting.

Peter 'Oh, hello' I said cheerfully

Monika 'I noticed you sitting there and decided to make everything's alright.'

Peter 'Everything's great. I met Natsuki, Yuri, Sayori and Tom, all of them are very nice and I don't foreshadow and problems getting along.'

Monika 'Great! Does this mean you're joining?'

Peter 'Assuming you're okay with it.'

Monika 'Of course. Welcome to the club! If you have any questions or suggestions, don't hesitate to let me know, okay?'

Peter 'Sounds good.'

Monika 'As you may have already heard, we are sharing our poems every meeting. So, write a poems some time tonight for the next meeting, okay?'

Peter 'Will do.'

Monika 'Would you like to see my poem?'

Peter 'May I?'

Monika 'Of course.'

An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.

The Lady who knows everything.

A beautiful lady who has found every answer,

All meaning,

All purpose,

And all that was ever sought.

And here I am,

a feather

Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.

Day after day, I search.

I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.

But when all else has failed me,

When all others have turned away,

The legend is all that remains – the last dim star glimmering in the twilit sky.

Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.

I fall.

And I fall and fall, and fall even more.

Gentle as a feather.

A dry quill, expressionless.

But a hand catches me between the thumb and forefinger.

The hand of a beautiful lady.

I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.

The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.

Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.

"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.

There is no meaning.

There is no purpose.

And we seek only the impossible.

I am not your legend.

Your legend does not exist."

And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.

I take a few moments to ponder the meaning.

Peter 'In this poem, what is 'everything'? I get the feeling it represents just what has been discovered already, but seems to ignore what there is to discover.'

Monika 'I never thought of it that way.'

Peter 'If one knows everything, I feel like their curiosity for what is yet to be discovered would increase. Especially because they would know everything they needed to discover something new, but know nothing about what they discovered. To be clear, by 'discover' I mean a scientific invention or theory.'

Monika 'I'm really surprised. I didn't expect to meet such a critical thinker.'

Peter 'I would have to say the same about you.'

Monika 'I look forward to seeing your poem'

Peter 'Likewise'

Monika 'Okay, everyone. That's it for today'

Sayori 'Are you going to be joining the club?'

Peter 'Assuming no one has any objections.'

I look around

Natsuki 'Why do you want to join this club?'

To be honest I expected this from the club president, coming from Natsuki, it's a surprise.

Peter 'Expanding my horizons.'

Oh! That's where I met Monika, Biology! In hindsight, she probably could have recognized me for top grades in the state. You what they say 'hindsight's always 20/20'. I have no Idea why this pops in my head now.

Natsuki 'Hmph. I suppose that's okay.'

Tom 'Come on, Natsuki, give the guy a break'

Natsuki 'Fine.'

Did I do something to her? I dare not ask, because if I did do something, and ask if I did something, I would be in a world of pain. Not really, but making more enemies is not exactly on my to-do list.

Sayori 'Hey, Tom, want to walk home together?'

I watch as Tom and Sayori exit, followed by Natsuki, then Yuri.

Peter 'usque die crastino'

I wonder if she understood that.

Monika 'Travel safely'

I head home listening to Fly – Marshmellow.

Peter 'I'm Home'

Liz 'You're an hour late. Where have you been? I've been worried sick!'

She pulls me in for a hug

Peter 'Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you.'

Peter 'I sent you a text.'

I pull out my phone and see I typed the message but didn't hit send.

Peter 'I did not send you text. The text was supposed to tell you Ms. J roped me into checking out an afterschool club, I had assumed she already told, but I wasn't sure so I thought I sent a text that would let you know. '

Liz 'What club?'

Peter 'The literature club. I figured I could learn something about literature since I'm not an avid novel reader.'

Liz 'How'd it go?'

Peter 'I got along with everyone. There are, including me, six members: Tom – A guy interested in the girls, Sayori – A suspiciously happy person, Natsuki – a girl who was having a bad day, Yuri – an introverted literary genius, or so I'm told, and Monika – The school Idol that's good at everything. We have a club meeting every day.'

Liz 'Well I'm glad to see you getting out of your shell.'

Peter 'Meh.'

Peter 'Who's turn is it to make dinner?'

Liz 'Yours'

Peter 'Any suggestions?'

Liz 'I got all of the ingredients for homemade pizza'

Peter 'You're the best'

Liz 'I try'

I make us some homemade pizza. I did everything by hand even the crust.

I had some left over dough so I made some breadsticks. I just put some butter and garlic salt on them.

Peter (Italian accent) 'Bon Appetite!'

Liz 'You made breadsticks to?'

Peter 'I had some left over dough'

We both eat making small talk in the mean time

After dinner I clean up our dishes.

Peter 'I'll be in the garage if you need me'

Liz 'Okay'

…

Peter 'Computer, Play Summer Is a Curse by the Faim.'

I tinker around in the garage undisturbed

And write my poem before going to bed.

Author: Bonus (not actual poem, just thought it would be fun)

Cut

I go to the kitchen and cut the deck, and I fold the board, all by myself. SO I grow a pair, actually make it two. Send an invite out to you, suddenly I got a full house, it's true, but it has two mother freaking naked dudes, La more and Jack, but the beat falls flat, when they see that the king is back, then they stop their mack, La more runs, showing everyone his butt crack. Jack gets sick and is straight to gush, ain't that a mother freakin' royal flush? He stumbles to walk, cuz his feet are mush, he can't even talk, all he can do is gawk, like a mother freakin' hawk, so I throw him off the dock, He hit the rock, bottom of croc, his jaw locked the jock, never seen again on the block. No shock.

Nobody

Nobody's perfect. But what about everyone else?

Nobody's truly evil. But I thought he was perfect?

Nobody will hurt you. But How? Why?

Nobody can save me. But where is he?!

Nobody can stop you. But stop me from doing what?

Nobody should give up. But give up what?

Nobody is Nobody. But who is Nobody?

….

….

….

….

I'm Nobody. Perfect, yet horrible. Not good, and not bad. I'm what everybody doesn't want to be, yet what they strive for. I'm their dream and their nightmare.

But what is dream, and what is nightmare? What is perfect and what is horrible? What is good and what is bad?

Perception.