Day 1, Part 2

Prologue (2/2): Not The Right Choice Of Action


I extend a hand down to the mysterious lady, her eyes continue to avoid mine as they take in everything else but me. She doesn't say anything but her hand grasps mine delicately, almost in a refined manner. I heft her up quietly, lips pursing as I try and come up with something to say. "A-ah, thank you... Weyland." I don't have to think up anything as she speaks for me. I — hold up, what? Did she just call me — no. No, nope, there's no way. Must have misheard her; yeah, that's what happened. She's too quiet, obviously. I dip my head with a single nod.

The first thing I notice about her, now that she's standing at least, is that she's my height. I mean, it's not strange or anything. A lot of people I know stand at 5'7". Just something my brain felt worth noting, apparently. Shaking my head, I open my mouth once, only to close it again. A low 'hm' echoes from my throat. "I-um." Frankly, I'm at a loss for words. Just what do you say to a stranger who broke into your room? What do you say when you just helped that stranger up? My mouth doesn't run off on its own, luckily enough. We both stand in front of each other awkwardly, the girl's hand begins to rub her arm as she shifts on her feet. Maybe she feels awkward she was caught trying to rob me.

That makes sense, right?

Well, it makes enough sense to me.

I give a quick shrug, the girl flinches before me as I do, and I reach back down into my pocket. "So, um. Yeah, I'm going to go ahead and dial Nine One One, that okay with you?" Why am I asking her if that's okay with her? At this point, it's the only thing I can grasp. I tap the three digits in once again and pause to look at her. The strange, purple-haired girl bites her lower lip, her eyes struggling to meet mine. I think nothing of it but as our glances finally lock, my fingers fail to meet the dial button.

A pleading confusion is in her gaze. It's as if she doesn't know where she actually is — but that's insane! She broke into my room, did she not? The cosplayer doesn't say anything, but I no longer feel the need to call the police. Honestly, it'd be too much of a hassle, anyway. I chew idly on my cheek as I mull over what to say to her but no words come to mind. Still. This has to be one of the most tricky situations that could have presented itself to me. How the Hell does anyone deal with 'casual break-ins'?!

"S-sorry." She apologizes again, her eyes shifting away from mine once more. My face contorts weirdly and I wave it off. Do I feel... do I feel bad for this girl? What the fuck? This is why I can't stand shy folk, they're impossible and I don't know how to work around it. I'll admit, though. She pulls off a great Yuri impression. It's uncanny how well she is at this.

"Nah, nah. You're fine, must happen all the time for you, right? Getting caught, I mean." She's just a really bad thief, go figure. Well, at least she's good at hiding her identity; her cosplay is damn near spot-on. I look down at my phone's screen and tap it back to life. "I'm not gonna call the police on you but I, ah, I'll be calling my brother." At this, her face snaps — okay, 'snaps' is an overstatement; more like, 'timidly looks' in my direction.

"I-I didn't know you had a brother, Weyland." Gone was her quiet tone and gone was my reasonable thought.

My fingers stop dialing Chris' number and I blink once. Twice. Thrice. Okay, no. I didn't mishear her then. This Yuri cosplayer just called me by my character's name. Something that has never left my lips. How does she even know that name? Okay, maybe I talked about it to some of my friends — no, I don't talk to anyone besides my brother about my playing visual novels. Maybe she's just a fan of the game and like, I dunno, had the same wavelength as me when it came to naming our characters?

Definite no.

Maybe I'm going deaf and she's actually saying something else and I'm just assuming she's saying Weyland. Yeah, that one seems the most probable. Great, that means I have to get my ears checked. I click my tongue and give a sniffle. "Ah, yeah. His name's Chris," why am I telling her this? Function correctly, brain. "And, ah, what did you just call me?" Her ears tint red, her hand going up to the side of her face as she pulls a bit of hair away from over her eyes.

"No-nothing! I didn't call you anything, I swe-swear! Just-just your name, is all, Weyland." Confirmation at my doorstep, I back up a foot with pursed lips. Yeah, I'm calling Chris. Maybe he knows how to deal with this mindfuckery.

"Yeah, don't call me that. My name's Beck," I start with a shake of my head, clicking dial on my phone's numpad. I bring the plastic device to my ear and turn away from the stranger; I don't notice the look of confusion flash across her face. So, I've come to two conclusions; she's either crazy and thinks I'm someone named Weyland. Or, the somewhat more reasonable option here, she hacked into my computer. By some means.

Is it possible to hack into someone's computer if they're not connected to the internet? Hell do I know, she must've leached onto me when I was at McDonald's or something. Part of me just prays she's one of them crazies — some of the shit on my computer is not meant for others' eyes. VNs upon VNs, God I need a life. I sniffle again and listen to continuous ringing through the device. An audible 'click!' sounds from the other line, "hnng... Foster Residence, who is it?" Ah, I forget. Time-zone differences.

I smack my lips together and fight back a low sigh. "Hey, Chris, it's Beck," I start, bringing my free hand up to scratch the back of my head. I begin to lean my weight into the door's frame, not bothering to look back at the stranger. I probably should, as she broke in, but things are awkward enough. If I catch her again, it might just make things worse.

A groan on the other end sounds and a heavy breath soon follows. "Fuck, man... it's not even five yet. What is it that couldn't wait 'till later?" I choke back a chortle at the aggravation in his tone.

"Hey, ah... what'ya do when someone breaks into your home," no, that wasn't the question I wanted to ask. "Er, scratch that. What do ya do when a cute Asian chick breaks into your home?" Much better. I hear a light gasp from behind me but I still don't turn around to face it. Too much stress can kill a man, too much of a confusion induced-headache can do the same. Probably.

I hear the shuffling of sheets and sigh flow from the phone's earpiece. "What? What's goin' on?" I roll my eyes despite the fact no one can see me do so. Of course the guy doesn't understand, I just woke his ass up. I glance backward despite my brain telling me not to and notice the purple-ette is red in the face. Must still be embarrassed about the whole getting caught situation. Hell, I would be if I was caught cosplaying and trying to rob a place.

Bringing my free hand back up, I pull back at my bangs with an exhale. "Exactly what I just said. There's this cute Asian chick," cue another gasp, "that broke into my home. That's not the weird part though," I click my tongue as my head tilts back, my eyes veering towards the ceiling in thought. "Y'know that game I was tellin' you about? Doki Doki Literature Club? Yeah, that's the thing. She's fuckin' cosplaying Yuri... at least I think she is. It's pretty good, too. Bust size is proportionate, the face looks exactly-" I shake my head, I'm getting off track, aren't I? "Point is, dude. I'm just asking what I do here."

The only response I get is muffled movement and footsteps on the other end. Waiting several seconds, I open my mouth to continue but his voice cuts me off. "I dunno, man. Fuck. She do anything to you?" Did he not hear the part about the cosplaying or is it really not that important? I give a shrug at his response, looking back to the girl... who is now looking down to her chest, her hands cupping and prodding at her breasts. A low 'proportionate?' escapes her and I wince slightly.

I almost forgot she is literally right behind me. She doesn't notice my brief staring and I go back to looking into the hallway. "Eh, nothing really. Honestly though, I'm not even at the weirdest part yet. She called me by my name... er, not my name, but my character's name. If that's not weird, I dunno what is." Rushing water drowns my voice out and I can barely hear myself. Man, Chris, you are great at not listening. "Nevermind! I'll call you about this later."

"Make sure it's much later, okay?" Oh, so you can hear that? Bastard. "I've got work in a couple of hours, you waking me up ruined my plans on sleeping in for a bit longer. So fuck you, you owe me." I don't even bother responding, absentmindedly clicking 'end call' with a shake of my head. That did absolutely jack and shit with helping my situation. With a sigh, I pocket my phone and turn around-

-only for a set of arms to wrap around me suddenly. I blanch and take another step back into the hallway, inadvertently bringing the girl with me. The abrupt movement causes a whole mess of things and I fall back onto the floor, the girl landing on my chest. The cosplayer freezes, her face going an even deeper shade of red than before. Her body heats up considerably, I can feel it being beneath her and all. Her breath hitches loudly, an almost hiss sounds as countless 'sorry's pass from her lips before-

Oh, Christ.

-her eyes roll into the back of her head, it dropping loosely on my chest.

I stare blankly at the ceiling from my position on the floor, ignoring the dead weight on top of me. Why did she suddenly hug me? Did she try attacking me and I just turned around at the weirdest time possible? It was very ineffective, but still. She could've tried a little harder at best, I was distracted for Chrissake. Waitwaitwait, am I preferring being murdered over this? This lady's gorgeous, albeit shy as all fucking Hell. I should be glad this turned out the way it did.

But I'm not. I push the unconscious girl off of me and roll to my front. With a slight grunt and a little bit of effort, I find myself back on my feet, staring down at the girl. I should have her explain herself when she wakes up. No, what I should do is call the cops on her, but I really don't think that's the correct path the take. Glancing into my room, she didn't pocket or steal anything, at least from what I could see. What was that term? Let sleeping dogs lie? I'll do just that... except in this case, let the sleeping girl lie. On the floor.

In the middle of the hallway.

She's heavy, I'm not gonna struggle to drag her to my bed. Besides, wouldn't that just look bad if she woke up there? I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. Who are the cops gonna believe, eh? The unconscious girl or the guy who lives in the sketchy apartment she broke into?

See what I'm saying. Lose/lose situation, this.


And thus ends the similarities between the two stories. It's going on its own path, fellas, and I can't wait for you to see how this one goes! Seriously, this AU I have planned out is gonna be great.

At least in my opinion, so fuck you. Joking, joking.

Anyway, anyway! Just like how I'm doing a Yuri version, there's Natsuki's and Monika's coming out eventually! Although... no spoilers, here, Monika's is gonna be slight-no, very different comparatively.

Expect Sayori's next chapter to drop soon enough! (No idea when, as I'm on a flaky schedule as of now lmao, but soon enough!)

Whatever, whatever. Ah, anyway, that's that for... er... that? As usual, you're all the best and I hope you continue to enjoy!


... Prepare for even more awkward scenes ahead.