Warning, if you don't like exposition, just skip this part. I'll put some caution tape around the boring and drawn out stuff, so feel free to skip that. Or, if you want, i'll have a TL:DR at the end of the boring stuff, so you won't miss anything. Okay? Okay.

Okay, how do I start this story/update? A question to myself, check. Talking straight to the audience? Hey guys, it's Andrew/Garbage Mammal. Check.

Meta reference? Check. Checklists? Check. Cliche way to start it? Defiantly check. Okay, let's do this. I'm back. That's nothing new. I've been back like 100

times now, huh? Being back means nothing at this point, but still. For those of you who don't know, which I assume will be most of you, I used to be quite

involved in the whole DDLC fanfic community. Late 2016 early 2017 was my Prime. I remember back in August of 2 years ago, waiting patiently for the

next chapter of love .chr, man, what a story that was. Is it still going? I mean, i'm the king of milking stories, I made one that was like 23 chapters and it

should have been only 10. But I suppose love .chr is actually good, so it's okay to do that. Mine, not so much. I got around 2000 views on every story I put out, an

average of 200 views per chapter. It wasn't half bad. Unfortunately, my mother died during my time here, so I spiraled into a mild form of depression. Call

it a mid life crisis, but i'm only 24. Or, 21, cuz it was 3 years ago. Anywho, I had a mental breakdown, ended my story, and stopped posting for 2 years.

I don't know why I feel the need to do this, but I do feel the need. THE NEED FOR SPEED. The need to do something creative in my free time. I am a

college student, and yes, I know, 24 and still in college, but shhh! I took a gap year and went on a 5 year degree. But now it's summer break, and I

have fuck all to do. So, in the words of my favorite GTA character... Aw shit, here we go again. . .

Also, my writing style is really weird. If you don't like the way this story is written, it isn't changing any time soon, so, sorry.

Story . . . START!

TL:DR; I'm back, baby. Time for another shitty Fanfic

Our story begins in Japan. SURPRISE SURPRISE. They speak English though, for plot reasons. Now, time for the random name generator! Who will Anon

be? Lets find out, in Ameripan's favorite game show... WHEEL, OF, NAMES! Spin the wheel, Troy!

Who will it land on? . . .

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It landed on...

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John! Wait, this seems familiar... whatever! John is our main character. Also, Monika best girl.

John wakes up on a day like any other, he gets out of bed, and makes a cup of coffee. He didn't know this yet, but he was about to embark on a journey

unlike any other. A journey... into redemption. GET IT? CUZ THAT'S THE NAME OF THE STORY? HAHAHAHAH-

Sorry... that was very... 2017 of me. Don't expect that to happen again. Guess I just had to get the overplayed joke joke out of the way early. Okay, John

likes to walk to school. Why? Shut up, that's why. On his walk to school, he mainly stays on his phone. Big mistake, John. While John is too busy looking

at his twitter feed, he isn't watching the oncoming traffic. He has an unpleasant experience of getting hit by a truck at 22 miles per hour, which may not

seem like a lot, but when you get hit at that speed, and then after getting hit you get ran over, it can do some damage. Luckily, John didn't feel too much

pain, because he passed out after the initial impact. When he awoke again, he couldn't see any staff in the hospital. But he was in a hospital. Where were

the doctors? The nurses? This was odd. It was like The Walking Dead Season 1 Episode 1, but with less cuckolding. Either way, he gets up, and walks

around. Nobody. He walks outside. Nobody. But, this is weird. This feels wrong. Not the lack of people, while that was weird in it's own right, this was

even weirder. This feeling he was getting, had he ever actually been here? He couldn't remember. Actually, he couldn't remember ever being anywhere.

This is weird. After several hours of concentration, he remembers only 5 things. His name, John. His childhood friend is Sayori. Sayori lives across the

street. Pick words to make a poem, and this game is not suitable for children or people with heart disease. Wait, what? That doesn't make sense... whatever.

There were more pressing matters to attend to. He needed to find someone, anyone, to talk to. To figure out whats going on, and to figure out what to do about

his injuries. John wandered outside, and the first thing he noticed was that it was night. His initial response to this was shock. He was walking to school at 7:00 AM,

how could it be dark? He eventually realized that he was unconscious for quite some time, but this discovery was vastly overshadowed by what he found out next.

Everyone was... gone. Not like, dead gone, but like, cease to exist gone. You ever read Gone, by Michael Grant? Great book series, but it's kinda like that,

but instead of only adults being gone it's everyone. Okay, this is fine. Surely John can find someone, this isn't some sort of magic, this is real life. Yeah, this is real life,

things like this can't happen. John went from house to house, building to building, trying to find some sort of indication of human life. Police station, no luck. Mrs. Johnson's

house, no luck. Subway, no luck, but he did stop by for a lunch break. He didn't pay for his sub. What a douche bag. All the while, he is trying to convince himself

that this isn't real. "No, this is impossible. No way. I'm dreaming, I have to be. But then why am I so lucid? Is that what being in a coma is? Am I in a coma?

That would explain it... but if i'm dreaming, I can't make things up. I have to go off what I know, so if I go somewhere I've never been, I shouldn't see anything...

so why the hell could I see the emergency room of the hospital?" John ran all this through his head in a matter of seconds, all the while eating his sub. It mayo may not be

stolen, but it's good nonetheless. But then his mind drifted back to before, back at the hospital. He couldn't remember anything, or anywhere. And, what he did remember, it

was unintelligible, and weird. "This game is not suitable for children or those with the faint of heart? Why did I think of that when I tried to remember things? And why did I

remember about how to make a poem?" John isn't too bright, but he understands the worlds constants. 1. There will always be someone better than you. 2. Never trust

anything at face value, and 3. Expect the unexpected. So what? Why did I bring this up now? Well, what if I told you that I am about to gift you knowledge, the knowledge of

the future of this fanfic. I will give you a quote, and you must figure out what it means. It won't make sense, but later it will. This quote will come back later in the story, so

pay attention. John ran through this list in his head. "The constants of the world, well, when people just vanish, and you feel as though you're going insane, the constants

of the world seem less consequential" Then, as he was walking and thinking all this, he found her. Brown hair, green eyes, and the perpetual bad guy or main character of

almost every fanfic about this game, Monika. But nobody else was with her, it was just Monika™️