Author's note: Thanks for all of your reviews! You guys are the best! I meant to try to keep an update rate of one chapter of some story (not just this one) per week. I even made it easy on myself when restarting Fanfiction. But between work and family, I lost track of actually writing and editing. Sorry everyone! And here's Chapter 2!

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Thanks to Dan and his team for making such an interesting game.

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Unfortunately, I was not able to catch up to Sayori before class started.

Time passes by in classes in a flash. When the lunch bell rang, I rush over to Sayori's classroom and confront her.

I approach her desk.

"Hey Sayori."

Silence.

Knowing that I am right next to her, Sayori just ignores me, looking out of the classroom window.

"Sayori. What you saw earlier this morning, that was an accident. I ran into Monika and she wanted an earnest apology for accidentally knocking her over."

She turns to me with a small pout, "Is that so… But both of you seemed to be having an important fight. And you seemed quite familiar with her!" Sayori seems to have recovered from the events of this morning over the course of the school day.

Ah right. Monika and I don't really know each other well.

"Sayori, trust me. It was just a quick small talk. She was pretty pissed off at me for not watching where I was going."

Sayori suspiciously looks at me. "Hmm… if you say so."

Changing the subject, I hope to cheer her up, "Say, what are you doing after school? How about we go to a cafe?"

Sayori again looks at me suspiciously, "A trip to a cafe sounds nice, but you should have known that I have club after school."

My mind flashes for a moment. Shit. How did I forget about that?

"Ah right right. Forget I asked."

Then Sayori's expression brightens, "Why don't you come with me to the Literature Club?"

I hesitate, considering ominous events to follow.

"What if... I decline?" I slowly ask, making a vain attempt to avoid trouble.

Troubled, Sayori looks down. "I mean you really don't have to come if you don't want to..."

Noticing Sayori's signs of anxiousness, I gently grab her shoulder. "Sayori. Don't act like that. I'll go with you to Literature Club, ok? So cheer up." She has a weird charm that won't let me ignore her discomfort.

Uplifted, Sayori looks up to me. "Yay! I promise, you are going to have so much fun! I can't wait to introduce you as a new member!"

I sigh, "Sayori, I didn't say anything about jo-." I cut myself off, looking at Sayori's confused face and deciding once and for all to confront these events head on. "You know what? Sure I'll join."

Sayori beams, "Yay!"

I just stand there, admiring her wide grin and her bright personality.

"Hey! Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to eat lunch with me?" Sayori inquiries as she pulls out her own lunch.

"Ah... I need to head over at the cafeteria and get something to eat." I notice a nearby clock, "It's near the end of lunch anyways."

Sayori follows my line of sight. "Is it?"

Shocked at the time, Sayori starts stuffing her mouth. "Alrigh- I'll go- get you- after class-! Go- get something- to eat-."

Grinning, "Alright, alright. Enjoy your lunch and try not to choke..."

A pit forms in my stomach as my grin freezes. I quickly leave the classroom before Sayori notices. On my way out, I unintentionally touch my neck where the rope would be. Remembering the sight of the Sayori but from a different time.

I head to my classroom and sit at my desk, taking deep breaths to calm down.

More time passes in class. Eventually, the schoolbell rings, signaling the end of school.

"Dammit, I should've gone to the cafeteria." I berated myself. My stomach groans back in response. The short but bitter memory resurfaces.

I shake my head to clear those thoughts and then look out the classroom window. "This feeling is so weird," I muse. "Memories of my old life mixing with the experiences of the protagonist. I guess in the rush of things in the morning, I was just following instinct and never got to think about this new life."

"Well, I hope this doesn't mess with my personality. I didn't like that protagonist in the game."

I chuckle, still looking at my reflection in the window.

"It's weird. Seeing an anime caricature of my own face."

It really is weird. Despite everything being "real" for the lack of a better word, it was distinctly anime-esque. But it didn't feel unnatural.

Seeing my neutral face made me realize how passive I appeared. I slick my hair back with a smirk. Not a bad look if I do it like this.

Suddenly, "Heyo~!" A voice startles me from behind.

"Ahhhh!"

I turn around to see Sayori's mischievous smile. "Scared ya?"

Smiling, I decide to let her have this one, "Haha. You got me."

She gives me a wide grin. "You ready to go!? Or are you just gonna continue spacing out?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go!"

Together, we head over to the Literature Club.

And thus I sold my soul once again.