Why hello there random person who was interested in a DDLC story. This is something I wrote for myself, because I'm a sad fuck. But hey, aren't we all?
This story is your average "Oh wow, I've been magically teleported into DDLC!" type thing. Except it's got a bit of a weird twist on it. The twist is that it's been written by me, and I'm a GENETIC FREAK, I AIN'T NORMAL. No but seriously, it's just been written in a way to where I'm satisfied that it's how I'd act in this situation. I treated it like it's a much more serious story in terms of it's detail.
Yes, at times it might fall into some loops and I might've put in to much of my own thoughts, but that's just how it is I suppose.
Chapter 1, an odyssey fabricated from boredom and loneliness.
I wake up to an odd view of my ceiling. I look to my right and to my dismay, there's no window. Where the fuck am I?
I pull myself up into a sitting position and my heart pangs. This is not my room.
Panic rises up into my chest before a thought suddenly enters my mind. Did it actually happen? Surely not, this must be some sort of mistake, or maybe an odd prank? Oh god I hope they haven't done what I think they've done.
I get out of the bed that's not mine and look around the room that's not mine. A computer that's not mine, a TV that's not mine in a bookshelf that's not mine. I'm not one hundred percent sure but I think this is the room. What the fuck this can't be happening. I feel an intense anxiety swell inside me as I begin to hyperventilate.
"There's got to be a realistic, logical explanation as to how this could've happened." I say to myself in a successful attempt at calming down. There's three possibilities I can think of right now.
Possibility A is the most likely, I was in some sort of accident and now I'm in a morphine induced hyper realistic dream.
Possibility B is much stranger but still possible, my parents have both read my journal and figured out my obsession with DDLC, resulting in them doing this to try and help me. Fuck that'd be awkward and weird... but it's completely possible so into the list it goes.
Possibility C is by far the oddest and is one I've been thinking of alot recently. I was and still am in a simulation. I'm an AI and I was being used as an experiment of the human condition. That is until someone altered this particular instance of me out of either pity or as an offshoot of the experiment. That last part is speculation of course.
Possibility C would suggest I should attempt contact. I speak into the empty room "If you're there, could you speak to me?" I wait a minute for a disembodied reply from a real human. Nothing.
"Fuck I just hope it's not possibility B." Well, I should go and explore the rest of the house. I open the bedroom door and subject myself to possibilities unknown.
The house was obviously designed for a family, but the other 2 bedrooms were clearly never inhabited. As I'm scrounging through the kitchen cabinet taking note of the brand less food another thought hits me. What's on the internet? I make my way up the steps to my room brimming with excitement and curiosity. The computer on the desk in my room seems to be some brand less PC.
I sit down on the shitty swindle chair and hit the power button. Nothing happens. Cables? I look under the desk and everything is already plugged in and switched on.
"Well I guess that makes sense." I state in a monotone. But what does it mean for my 3 theories? I'm starting to think Theory A is incorrect, even a drug induced dream couldn't be this lucid AND realistic.
DING-DONG. A doorbell scares the absolute shit out of me and I feel like when I first woke up all over again. Holy shit who is that? I really hope theory B is wrong, if it-DING-DONG-DI-DONG-DI-DING-DONG. I know who that is.
I cautiously trudge down the stairs towards the door. I hear her yell. "Anon, are you there!?" A jolt of fear runs through me like fire. Fuck it knows my name. Wait, of course it would. I clear my throat. "Uh, yeah just give me a minute!" The tension is clear in my voice but I hope it wasn't noticeable through the door. Oh shit yeah, I'm still in the clothes I went to sleep in last night. Last night in my old dimension... I turn around and begin to climb the stairs when I hear the door open. Out of fear I jump into it and slam it closed. I hear her gasp. "Why'd you slam the door on me? What's wrong?" Sayori's voice was full of anxiety, such as my own. "I'm...I'm still getting changed!" A pregnant pause.
"Why are you getting changed in the living room?" Shit.
Do I really need to be doing this? As every second passes theory C seems more and more correct. Maybe I have genuinely woken up in a different dimension as I hoped. Then again, no matter which theory is correct I have to leave this house at some point. But what if it really isn't her outside? If I can be teleported to seemingly another dimension then there could be anything on the other side of that door. It's better if-Suddenly the door is flung open and I'm thrown back by the force of an attempted tackle. I swiftly turn around and harshly push the attacker onto the stairs. I step back, readying for a fight. You fucking retard. Shock, then pain is what shows on her face.
"I'll get you up." I put out my hand. She looks at it and takes it after a hesitant pause. Once she's up she just stares at the ground as I feel like the world's most retarded cross-dimensional human being that's probably not a human being. The horrible silence is broken by my stupid voice. "Ah, I'll go get some ice for that. You should sit down on the couch." I get a weak "Okay" In response.
God fucking damnit. I've been here for less than an hour and I've already irreversibly fucked everything up. How am I going to come back from this? My apparent childhood friend attempted to hug me and I respond by throwing her into the fucking ground. I open the freezer and it conveniently has a bag of peas staring me in the face. Theory C it is then. At least I'm the same Anon, fucking shit up for everyone. I return to the living room to see Sayori staring at the floor with a blank expression. I fucking did this to her.
I hold out the scolding cold peas in front of her."Ah, here's the ice." She looks up at me with eyes deep in thought, before they refocus on me. "huh?" I shake the peas and she gets the idea. A sharp inhalation of breath as the peas are held against her elbow. I fall down onto the couch to her left. After a moment of more awkward silence she suddenly pulls me into a surprisingly tight hug from the side.
She starts sobbing out a sentence into my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, this is my fault. I didn't mean to scare you like that!" I'm taken aback. Her fault? Oh Shit. I might've triggered an episode for Sayori. Fuck. I hug her back. "Don't think this is your fault Sayori, I've just had a really weird morning." She slowly peaks up from my shoulder. "Weird?" Ah shit. "Well, I dunno it's just been weird ya' know?" As Sayori looks at me, a weird face of concern and suspicion dominates her face. She stutters a bit before speaking "Why are you talking so strangely?" Oh shit, is it my accent? She kinda sounds American. Is it simply what words I'm using? Sayori seems to have noticed my internal conflict as she somehow hugs me tighter. "Maybe we shouldn't go to school today." Both of us? "We? You're not going to school either?"
She hides her face behind my shoulder before popping back out. "Well I've had a weird morning as well." I chuckle a bit at that. "Yeah that's true." I sit there appreciating the embrace. The embrace with a previously fictional character.