Doki Doki- Alternate prologue

" So they don't remember a thing? "

" Exactly! I re-wrote all the game files, we're more or less back to square one! "

" So does that mean this time around I'm actually going to be talking about literature in the fuckin' literature club? "

" Indeed! And this time with 2 less casualties! Annnddd maybe an interesting romance arc with you and me this time around? "

" Yeah how about we first get through the festival this time around? Then we'll see…"

As Monika and I walked towards the class we used for club meetings, I quickly recollected previous events. After seeing my best friend hang herself, a girl stab herself to death and then found out they were controlled by a self-aware video game character who was messing with their programming to show her love for ``the player`` (I still need to ask Monika what the hell she meant by that). I'm glad I can go back to a regular high-school life. Monika told me she wanted to re-unite the Literature club without messing with the other 3 girl's character scripts. This time around I can finally do what I was expecting to do when Sayori signed me up to her club. Talk about books I don't care about so I can hang out with cute girls! I'm hoping this time around the worst thing I have to deal with is Natsuki's teasing.

" So this time you promise I won't see anyone commiting suicide or blood gushing from people's eyes! "

" I promise not to do any of that" Monika said as she gently smiled at me

"But~…."

( Oh god no)

" I haven't been entirely truthful with you, I reunited the Literature club because, honestly, I've just been so borrred! I want to re-write the games script, but not of any of our friends mind you! But rather the events we'd be participating in!

"For exempleee? "

" Oh-hoho! My dear I can't tell you just yet! You'll have to stick around to find out. Monika's tip of the day: If you get rid of that stain on your shirt, you'll have a better chance of making a first impression, remember that Yuri and Natsuki don't know who you are yet!

What? Oh, she's right, there's a stain on my sweater, god dammit!

So this might just be a stupid thing I'm gonna be working on occasionaly. The whole idea for this story is to put the literature club in different scenarios ( such as picnics, high school parties whatever). Expect mostly retarded fluff and humor..