Chapter 1: Hello Journal

September 15, 21XX

Dear Diary... Erm... Actually, that sounds too girly... Dear Journal... Yeah... A journal. I'll go with that.

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Disclaimer, to those reading my journal: The events detailed in this journal are entirely fictional, any similarities to real life events are either inspirational or entirely coincidental. This ain't Anne Frank. we're in fanfiction . net for crying out loud. And also, RemixTheIdiot does not own the rights to Doki Doki Literature Club,

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Hello Journal, I'm really writing this huh? Not to mention I'm writing me saying that I'm really writing this. ... Hmm... How do I start? I guess I should start with a short bio of the person writing this journal: me.

I'm Gidane Zruck. Born in April 12, 21XX. That makes me 19 years old as of writing this journal. I sexually classify as a male and my height is the literal average height for a male of my age... Alright what else? Ah, how do I look? I have quite a thin body build, I'll get to why in a bit but for now, my face... Well, I have long white hair, reaching below my shoulders down to the waist, kind of like the type of hair you'd typically see for a girl. The front hair is quite lacking though, the front hair is just long enough to cover half of my forehead, usually combed to curve towards the sides. I have blue eyes and my eyes kinda look similar to that of that of an asian; very thin height wise, width wise it's average. And finally, I have a cute little small nose, similar to some anime characters where they are practically non-existent. And my voice is whatever a typical angsty teenage boy sounds like to ya. Alright, now for the things inside me rather than outside.

I am a college student and work as a freelance programmer. I live with my only remaining relative in his own house. My gramps. I am an only son and my mother died after I was born, and my father was murdered 10 years ago. The exact same time I moved to gramps' house. He lives on his own, his wife passed away before him and gramps is somehow still alive and kicking, doing his best to take care of me ever since I moved here.

tl;dr I'm Gidane, you're typical male harem anime protagonist devoid of personality but with long white hair.

Now then... Why am I writing this journal? Why now of all times? Well...

I live what is commonly referred to as an Otaku lifestyle. Ever since the tragedy 10 years ago, I had slowly started shunning reality in favor of the digital world. I couldn't get along with anyone. I found it difficult honestly. Most of my friends are overseas, where we communicate and interact via the internet. The only real person I talk to is my gramps. And the only times I go out is with the rare times where we go to a mall to buy supplies or something. Due to the nature of my work, I have rarely any reason to actually go out ever. My room is my whole universe.

So, a few days ago, some random psychiatrist came to our house for a free family diagnosis for a mental health research experiment their company had been working on. gramps came clear, however I did not. I had been diagnosed with a mental disorder with a name I cannot recall as of me writing this. And the psychiatrist had told me to document what will be happening to me, hence why I'm writing this journal. This could apparently be a way to cure my disorder and was also a way for doc to measure my condition for his next visit next month.

Nothing the doc said particularly stood out to me, however one thing clearly stood out to me and I was told was necessary if I were to get better.

'Gidane, you require more physical social interaction. As it stands spending so much time on screens is unhealthy both physically and mentally. So as a way to help with our experiment and society as a whole, we suggest you acquire a droid, however participation with the experiment is only a suggestion, do what you will.'

And thus, I set out with a plan to eventually get one sometime. Could've been nice if they gave me one for free but I digress.

With that out of the way, I can finally write the things that happened to me today as of writing this journal. Afterwards... I'm off to bed. I'll be writing this in a way that makes them sound like they are happening just now instead of already happened and I'm just retelling. I prefer that style of writing.

I head down the stairs and head to the kitchen, the usual scene greets me. Gramps has prepared the table with cereal for breakfast he was already eating his. I took a seat and began to eat as well. I mentioned him a few times earlier but I guess it can't hurt to talk about him now in further detail here. This is gramps, he's somewhat supposed to be a self insert of the author.

His name is Remix Zruck. If I would compare his looks, he looks a lot like slenderman and the old man from the original Zelda, he even wears an orange robe and everything. He is incredibly tall and slim, you can actually see the outlines of his bones in the flesh. Gramps is very old and it shows as his face is wrinkly, his eyes are even thinner than mine that it actually looks like his eyes are closed most of the time. also bald, the only hair he has now is his long and fabulous white beard that reaches down to his upper chest, he enjoys stroking it whenever he is thinking which he does a lot making his beard the typical cone shape. His voice fits of the typical old wizard as he sounds exactly like a strange combination of Yoda and Dumbledorf. Very old and goofy sounding.

tl;dr gramps, is... A grandpa...

Gramps is my only family and I enjoy his company, he has been an incredible gramps so far. He cares deeply for me and he gets so overprotective sometimes he can sometimes come off to me as incredibly clingy.

"Hey gramps, after breakfast, I'm heading out to the marketplace. Don't come with me." I declare as I take a scoop of the cereal afterwards. "Oh, have you finally decided to follow the doctor's order and purchase a droid?" gramps asks, to which I reply "yeah, I recently got enough money anyway, I know exactly who I'm going to be getting. And droids had always interested me ever since I learned about them." gramps reaches me and grabs one of my shoulders "Thank you Giddo, it makes me so happy to know that you are trying to change. Even if you are just using it as an excuse to justify spending $80 for a droid"

Giddo is my nickname, he's the only one who calls me that. Even my online friends call me in a first name basis.

"I'll be preparing lunch while you're gone. Now go, and stay safe." I nod as I stood up the chair and made my way towards the door, before I could leave, I was halted by the voice of my gramps.

"Just for confirmation and out of curiosity, you're going to be getting a droid based of her aren't you?"

"yep."

"Heheh... Weeb."

We both chuckle and then I leave.

I had recently been super into a recent anime recently and one of those characters I was absolutely loving, she was my waifu for that anime. If I were gonna get a droid, I would get one based off her. This is gonna be a detriment to my wallet but if it can help my overall mental health then it's totally worth it.

While on my way to the marketplace, I came across a familiar looking person and decided to say hi, terrible idea. "Hey! I know you! Aren't you Iris Libra? The vocaloid?" "Teeheehee, I'm flattered, yes, I'm a droid of her. It makes me happy to know I have many adoring fans." Amazing, she looks and sounds exactly like the real thing, she barely even looks or sounds robotic in any way. "Can you help me? I was delivered to be sent as a surprise gift for someone but I seem to be lost, the client told me this is where I should go, does this address look familiar to you?" Iris rips open a clean square hole from her left arm opening it like a small trapdoor and takes out a piece of paper hidden inside her arm compartment.

I scan through the paper, all the while my heart was thumping hard and fast. Calm down Gidane, she's only asking for directions... "Y-Yeah, you're heading the right way, just turn left and your... Client should be a few blocks away." "Thank you so much! Well, I gotta go! See ya'!" We wave each other good-bye and I resume my journey to reach the marketplace. Jeez... That was a terrible idea, I'm glad it ended quickly, any longer and I might have fainted. Face to face conversations is something I struggle with. I can only ever handle online interactions which are a lot less face to face and at best only uses your ability to speak. Whenever I'm outside, I usually have gramps with me and he backs me up on these but he's not here. I wanted to do this myself.

I might as well explain. So what is a droid?

It's okay if you don't know, not a lot of people know about droids yet. They are a recently invented technology, being invented just 20 years ago. It's quite obscure and doesn't get a lot of attention, but these droids are used for all sorts of things. Some people just like to collect them and hang them on walls but they have plenty of entertainment and practical value too; keep em' as a pet, as a maid, a friend, or fulfill your dream of being with your dream waifu. Some of them even do work, like being a restaurant waiter and such.

So far they hadn't been good enough to become a replacement for human workers for most jobs though.

There's multiple types of droids, but the ones we're focusing on are the entertainment ones, specifically those that replicate popular fictional personalities, like from anime.

Recently psychologists have begun experimenting with using droids to better treat certain mental disorders as seen by me. Who is currently being treated of my disorder using a droid.

I finally arrive at the marketplace, it's as dank, dark, noisy, and dirty as I remember it. Yep, the wetmarket.

I navigate my way through the various stands until I finally arrive at the store that sells droids. I enter and the store clerk takes notice "Welcome." he greets in a monotone and unenthused voice "How can I help you?" I asked and it turns out they had no more droids in stock. And the one I want specifically turns out to be in high demand with low supplies so I'll have a hard time finding anything in a reasonable price.

Something I forgot to mention was that another reason I wanted a droid was so that I could study their design and learn more programming/engineering stuff. But I wasn't interested on the other droids. The others they had on the shelf too expensive and they all look very unfamiliar to me. Disappointed, I left and headed back home. On my way out of the marketplace, I accidentally took a wrong turn and found something special.

As I was turning around I noticed that there was a corner that led to an alleyway darker, danker, dirtier, smellier and more scary looking than the rest of the wetmarket.

And in the very edge of the narrow alleyway lies... A girl? I could've shrugged it off as a hobo but the girl didn't look like a hobo, she wore a school uniform I had never seen before.

Curiosity killed the cat, as I decided to go take a closer look.

The girl was knocked out cold lying on the ground. She looks as if she is in a deep slumber. I drop to my knees to get an even closer look. Her hair was long and brown, tied in a ponytail via an over-sized adorable white ribbon. She had a tiny little nose kinda like mine. As for the rest of her... She looked like a girl alright. She looked like she was about 18 years old with that height and body build, her school uniform looked very unfamiliar, and her blue skirt is incredible short. Her underwear was practically the first thing I saw when I found her with how she was laying down.

I look to her arm and notice something was tied in it. It was a tag of some sorts. I decided to read it.

[Droid : Mon-ka - v-2-0]

The tag was dirty and the alley was dark so it was hard to read, I could make out a name from the dirt and darkness... Monika.

This girl is a droid? And her name must be Monika... I've never heard of it. I could take her with me, I mean what am I gonna complain if I do? It's a free droid. However I decided to leave her alone, but fate had other plans it seemed.

Unbeknownst to me I had managed to activate the droid. A strange noise of something turning on stopped me from my tracks and got my attention to make me turn around.

There I saw her, for the first time her eyes were open and I could bask in their brilliance. They shone in a beautiful emerald green that were hypnotizing, I couldn't look away. I watched her as her eyes opened wider and wider and she slowly assumes a sitting position. She quickly clenches her head with an arm as her head tilts to look at the floor as she starts rubbing her head gently. She looks up after a short while.

"Ugh, my head... Hm?"

The girl's eyes suddenly were wide open as she frantically turns her head in all directions and looks at her sorroundings. "Where am I? This doesn't look like the club." It feels like my presence hasn't been made fully aware for her, so I start to approach, she begins shouting unfamiliar names to me, although she wasn't that loud, as if she was gonna get anyone's attention with that loud of a voice.

"Sayori? Yuri? Natsuki?"

she decides to this time look at herself rather than her sorroundings. Starting with her hands, she makes her way to her chest and into her arm where she notices something tied to it. Wasting no time she rips it off to get a good look at it.

"Droid... Monika?"

"Hey."

"Ack!"

we both flinch at each others presence, there was a short moment of silence "Geez, don't scare me like that." The unfamiliar lady droid stutters out. "Sorry, but I couldn't help but notice you were quite umm... Distressed?" I argued in response "That's one way to describe it... Tell me stranger. What am I?" I decide to be straightforward with her. "You're a droid, a type of technology designed to mimic humans, and provide entertainment or practical use. And you're coming home with me." "What?" I forcefully grabbed the girl by the hand and proceeded to head home with her in tow. "Hey, let go of me!" She protests "What do you think is gonna happen to you if I do? You're gonna end up wandering these streets as a piece of scrap and I doubt any old fool wouldn't just randomly pick up a dirty, smelly looking droid like you. I found you lying on the slums and was planning on leaving you there, but seeing you activated like this..." I paused "I have to take responsibility." "But..." The girl was about to protest but she seemed to stop mid way through. We walked at an average pace back to my home in silence holding each other's hands from then on.

-Chapter end

Hey, Gidane here, gramps, aka RemixTheIdiot will be trying his best to upload my journal logs in a weekly basis. In the meantime, he'd also appreciate any and all feedback and criticism from you. From grammar and spelling to actual story telling and writing advice. I'm sure he'd love to hear everything you have to say.