So yeah, this is the next project I'm going to be tackling. If you've read my other stuff, then that's just great, if you didn't, feel free give anything I didn't make as a dumbass a shot. Here's the deal though, this'll be a once per week upload thing, it's what I'm shooting for this time, it's not that I don't want to do daily chapters anymore, it's just I think I could do more with this series if I had some extended writing time.

Now to start, if you're not watching and/or reading Watamote, then I have to sit here and ponder what's wrong with you, I kid of course, but still, the fact stands. Get on it, kid. It's the best fun you'll ever see or read, and all because it's oh so relatable to the masses of people it panders to.

What's this story about, you may find yourself asking? Other than a blatantly obvious attempt to jerk myself off at the thought of writing scenarios where, more often than not, Tomoko gets humiliated at the expense of no one? Because even in the cancerous sea that is fan-smegma, therein lies a lack of remorse for a girl who labels bitches, but at the same time, wants to hang out with said bitches.

In that sea, lies this story, that I made, stoned out of my mind at 11:54 PM in need of something to waste my time, well tired of sloshing myself through the sea of diabetes that is, admittedly, the poorer-quality fanfictions that dwell all over this site, authored by people who accept criticism as well as Andrew Dobson.

That's not a compliment.

Don't worry, my A/N's usually aren't this long, just for first chapter ordeals, and don't worry, I don't break that shit out in the middle of the story either. Next, if you leave a review, and I hope that you're nice enough to do so, I'll always get back to you, guaranteed, mean or not. We all want to be buddies here, eh?

Oh yeah, heads up: Anything in italics is either thoughts, flashbacks, or vidya dialogue. Let's hope you can tell which is which.

Alright. Enough out of me, let's read some fucking fanfiction.

Word Count: 1424 words.

Mojyo Jojo

An Extended Analysis into the Mind of a Deluded Introvert

Lament .01 - Because I'm Not Popular, I'll Stay Up All Night

Click.

Click.

Clatter.

Click.

Clack.

Clatter.

. . .

Click.

These are sounds she hears often, simply because she hears them every night.

Tomoko Kuroki.

Girls her age would much rather get a pleasurable kick out of going to eat out with their friends, going to buy panties with their friends, singing karaoke with their friends, and participating in lustrous exploratory sex orgies...with their friends.

Tomoko, on the other hand, finds pleasure in a more sensual area.

A bland, almost soulless expression hangs on the girl's bag-ridden face as she clicks her mouse every other second, her other hand lazily planted inside her shorts, fiddling around with the clit again, but finds that she isn't having as much of a spark as previous times.

It's almost like it's become a routine.

"But why, why would you fall in love with your brother? It is a forbidden path!"

A) "I don't care, I love you onii-chan!"

B) "It's okay. We can just pursue our love undercover, in secrecy, no one will ever know."

C) "You're right, maybe we should stop this..."

Click.

"W-What? You love...me...your own brother? But...this feeling that I have...is it the right thing to have whenever I'm with you?"

A few more clicks and choices later, Tomoko finds herself gawking at her bright monitor screen, flashing her an image of a sibling bond turned incestuous bait. All with a single embrace, and a lover's exchange.

Although it's enough to get her to grow a horny smile, she can't help but wonder.

'Why is he so surprised? I've been showing signs all night...'

A question directed to no one in particular but herself.

Following the completion of one of the game's many, many routes, Tomoko's eyes just happen to dart over from the visual novel, and to the computer's task bar.

She's a few minutes shy of three-thirty.

'...I think I'll go to bed soon.'

Unfortunately, one answer choice just ends up leading to another, and another, and a minigame about gentle penetration while holding hands in the most pure position possible, and then a sudden shift back to answers.

Sex intrigues her, but at the same time, it spooks her.

She's on the fence about many things, a girl so confused she isn't really sure what she wants, other than to be noticed by the very morons she'd rather be anything but in contact with.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh..."

"Haaa, haaa, haa... Keep down, they'll hear us in the other room..."

"Ohhhhhhh..."

"Haaaaah..."

Although the game refrains from showing any explicit detail of what the two characters are doing to each other, Tomoko easily makes through without it. The thought of dicks alone manages to get her to forget about everything else for a moment, and imagine something sexually thought provoking.

Sexy, but hair raising too.

She excuses the poorly-written dialogue since it's the only thing that'll get her off tonight. With a few more mindless clicks, she completes another route.

Missionary accomplished.

Following that seemingly brief interval, Tomoko tempts herself into looking at the time again, and is genuinely surprised to see that she's managed to occupy herself for another twenty minutes simply by inserting herself into interactive incest porn.

'Three-fifty already?'

After forcing herself to get the hell out of her chair, she hops onto her bed, face planted into her pillow, left hand smelling like carpet.

She shifts positions, lying on her side to prevent dreaming about bugs again, but minutes pass, yet she still won't fall asleep.

'Why aren't I falling asleep? I'm tired as hell!'

Despite more position switches, nothing helps her to fall asleep.

'How come the one time I actually want to sleep, I can't?!'

Eventually, she sits up and yawns. Staring out the window into the dark night, she notes that she still has a few hours before she's supposed to get up.

'The day hasn't even begun yet and it's already shit.'

In an attempt to fall asleep faster, Tomoko begins occupying herself with other things around her room, from counting the number of niche games on her shelf, to reading a short story about a girl whose body ends up being covered in holes.

Nothing helps.

She does get itchy, however.

Sitting up again, Tomoko runs a hand through her greasy, unkempt hair, accidentally getting it caught in a few tangles in the process.

"Agh!"

With a loud sigh, she thrusts her head back into her pillow, and screams into it.

Still not asleep.

She laments her dilemma into her pillow, not giving two shits about her voice being muffled by it, "I just want to go sleep, is that so much to ask for?"

She could always try sleeping on her stomach again, it was a surefire thing to conk her out, but that's a torture she's just not willing to re-visit again.

Shifting positions to be on her back, her eyes glare at the ceiling with an unappreciative gloom. It really makes no sense, on any other day of the week, she falls asleep fine with no problem.

Tonight is different.

It doesn't take long for her dead eyes to get drawn into her computer monitor again, it's the only source of light in the room, and she could care less if it overheated overnight.

The "route completion" image of the brother and sister sleeping together, holding hands, is still on the screen. A relationship most taboo, but apparently neither fictional character seems to give a fuck about that.

It makes her curious.

'Is that how siblings are supposed to act? Like they both want to have sex with each other?'

She has a little brother sure, and she's had lewd thoughts about him on occasion. Yet on that same note, she can't recall Tomoki ever having any perverse thoughts about her. Which confuses her, she doesn't know why anyone wouldn't want to have kinky thoughts about her.

She doesn't realize that she puts herself on too high a regard.

The thought of the taboo reminds her of an earlier conversation between the two, one that might shed some light on their dynamic.

Without a fucking care, Tomoko walks into his room with the smuggest face possible, a complete disregard for his privacy at the price of a small query.

Tomoki is unmoved, most likely because he thinks his sister is a deranged cunt with too many issues to count, "Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"You don't knock when you go into my room."

"Get out."

She gives him a sheepish smile, "I just wanted to ask a questio-."

"Fuck off."

"Can I have the soda in the fridge?"

"No. I'm saving it."

"For what?"

"For when I get thirsty."

"When's that gonna be?"

"How the hell should I know?!"

"You're the one that wants to save it. You should know when you're gonna need it!"

"Can you just get out already?" he asks politely, yet in a strained tone. His last nerve's about to burst from her sheer annoying stupidity alone.

"Your loss." with a shrug, Tomoko heads for the door, but just as she leaves, she gets a needle and bursts that last boil of a nerve.

"I already drank it, by the way."

Tomoko balls her fists and bites her bottom lip, 'How the hell was I supposed to know he still wanted it!?'

She then places a hand on her cheek, still feeling the burning sting from when he pinched her face hours ago. He's really good at that.

'He doesn't really act like he wants to have sex. Or, maybe he does, and his anger is because he thinks I haven't realized it yet! Or maybe, maybe he's mad because he wants to do it hard, but he's annoyed because at the same time he thinks I'm stupid!'

The more she thinks about this potential scenario, the more she imagines it, and the more she imagines it, the more it threatens to turn from a simple imagination into a long-lasting dream.

Tomoko's eyelids begin to droop as she thinks more and more about it, 'I wonder if he'd be better than Yuu-chan...'

The room begins to get hotter.

Her greasy sweat becomes more prominent, sliding down her oily skin.

Her breaths become heavier, they start turning into pants.

The girl's misdirected perception of a forbidden taboo ends up being the only saving grace in her stupid journey to falling asleep on an otherwise unproductive Thursday night.

She ends up on her stomach again.