Hello! I am very much alive and still producing cancer!

As you probably guessed by now, I am very lazy or full of schoolwork, so I am basically removing schedule. Also stop waiting for cancer. I am talking to you, "Dragonfruit Chan"!

Anyways, onwards to answering questions!

Dragonfruit Chan: Sorry if I sound mean in last paragraph. Please forgive me. Also, as I said in your PM I might use that style for chapter 5 experimentally.

Toxic: There you go. Some ideas. Also, I might use these ideas myself later on.

Enigma2187: well, the short version is that things were both cooled and spiced up a bit. The long version is this: Sayori's depression has been lowered to manageable levels, MC has gained a personality and common sense among other things, Yuri's self-harm is also reduced just enough to be manageable, Natsuki's dad is, unfortunately, unchangeable without destroying plot or glitching the modified script out of control, but don't worry. Monika's secret, however, is remaining hidden until a special chapter. Alex, MC and Conrado have their own problems now, and about the girls being out of characters, here is what is different besides what I already said is different in the story AU:

Monika has problems like the others.

All the girls are much more unpredictable or even aggressive in moods. (a little bit like act 2 but much, much less insane and fighting over mc and much more the unpredictability part)

MC is an expert at survival on dangerous situations. This is kind of important to the late plot and is explained later in the story.

Yuri has a tiny bit of a stuttering problem when meeting people for the first time.

MC's personality is similar to Conrado's and Alex's (explained in future chapters)

Conrado has profiles on my account bio. Alex and MC are developed through the story.

Yuri, Natsuki and their families are new to the town (if you know about act 2 Natsuki's dad then you probably will come up with him having escaped here to avoid arrest) so they don't speak Spanish, Monika came to town 7 years ago so she has a fluent level but cannot understand either Alex or Conrado because of all their "gibberish", which if you are from Latin America or Italy you will understand, Sayori only knows a bit as she was raised with MC in America, and the boys all speak fluent Spanish as a first or second language and understand their gibberish.

Also, one of the tags in Ao3 is High-effort Shitposting, so the story is lazily written at times.

Warning! The second half of this chapter is riddled with lots of swearing of all kinds! If you prefer as little swearing as possible or for people to say gosh instead of god unless doing some religious activity, then your hopes of that are getting crushed!

Now, let us start with the cancer!

Chapter 4: Home and Morning

As we walk home with the same routine as walking to school, the group's usual chatting is instead replaced with talking about the lit club. Meanwhile Sayori and Conrado are trying to fiddle with Sayori's phone to fix the internet chip not fitting in.

Conrado: Geez Sayori, you really must stop messing around with the phone…

Sayori: Ehh! I did not do anything, you meanie!

Conrado: Okay, okay, I believe you. Wait a minute… -Conrado messes around a little bit with the phone. After some inspecting, he asks – Hey MC, you got some spare paper?

MC: Sure, here you go.

Conrado: Thanks. –then he proceeds to twirl it to a small spear appearance and uses it to scoop some trash out. – There you go!

Sayori grabs her phone out of Conrado's hands. Sayori: Wow, thanks! Now lemme see my messages…

The second she turns on the phone after inserting the chip, a barrage of notifications come at a speed that would put a MG 42 to shame. Afterwards, Sayori opens WhatsApp and reads through her messages, her face noticeably blank and focusing on the texts.

Alex: Hey, you guys know Karl Stefansson died?

MC: Oh crabs.

Conrado: What?! –Then he proceeds to make a reference to star wars. - NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Alex: Yeah. Press F to pay respects.

Boys: F.

After that, it is very quiet, everyone either in thought or checking their phones. After some time, Sayori looks up and speaks.

Sayori: I'm finished reading the messages. –everyone looks at her- Apparently Monika forgot to tell us that from now on, we would make poems for club meetings. Natsuki and Yuri opposed the idea, but then I intervened and we came to an agreement.

MC: Wait, you have a group chat?

Sayori: Yep! And before you ask to join, we actually have a rule that you have to be in the club for 4 days to join.

Conrado. Eh, don't care.

Alex: I don't mind.

MC just sighs and says "whatever, let's get home."

The walk takes a few more minutes in which nothing important happens. After parting ways with Sayori at her house they enter theirs.

Expression semi-blank, MC turns the keys and enters the house.

MC: Façade drop in 3, 2, 1…

They lock the door.

This is where the swearing begins!

Conrado: Halle-fucking-lujahh. We did it. We survived Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki and a redeemed Monika fuckin' Nonaka.

Alex: Holy shit. We did it! We didn't have a mental breakdown in a room full of girls!

MC: * *

Alex: what the actual fuck MC.

My thoughts exactly.

MC: Chill.

Conrado: so, it is still 4 PM, right? You guys wanna play some Battlefield V?

Alex: Nah, imma watch some YouTube.

MC: I am going to my room.

Conrado: Okay, see ya at 8 pm. And stop talking like a robot, you pingas.

MC. Fuck you.

Conrado delves into the deep ends of warfare in the 1940's, oblivious to anything around him. Alex dives into a flame war and MC retreats into his room.

(MC/Michael's Room, Afternoon, Michael's POV)

Finally. I can be by myself.

I know that Conrado and Alex try to help. We all have our problems.

It just either doesn't reach or isn't helpful, but that happens to all of us.

Heh, at the end of the day, we three are all lost and semi-broken minds.

I know they have their issues. We all do. But I still sometimes actually like to do some drama once a while. Trust me, it is my own version of Conrado's self-depricating method and a way to vent my emotions when alone.

Still, I hate school.

The bullies.

How my friends can't help me because I have completely different schedules.

How I feel that everyone hates me and gossips in my back.

How hard it is to wake up.

The Nightmares forcing me to anyways.

I glance at one of the three knifes we own, this one being mine.

I can see a ghost, asking me to appease it, calm its urge.

It is also one of the three ghosts in the house, this one's always following me.

"Not now. Later."

It seems to be as disappointed as a ghost could be, then it fades.

Well, I just remembered; we got to write a poem each.

I can hear Conrado shout: "yer fokin cunt, you are payin' for that shite!" He likes to pretend he's Scot, but he always fails miserably. Still, the I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-my-actions façade is neat. I call out: "Guys, you gotta write the poems."

Alex shouts back: "thanks for reminding us, we will do it in a sec!"

Then, I begin writing:

(This is my own poem I made, although it takes inspiration from some stuff. Have fun!)

Toy

A toy at first glance is an object that is a method of fun.

But in reality, its example varies; it is relative to the person.

Some like classic toys, some like rifles to hunt,

Some like a video-game or a book,

Some like bird-watching (with a bit of stretching, it may count), and some like poems.

My definition of a toy is a knife.

Sharpening it to defend, but only stays in my room.

Practicing for the days it could do well and help.

A toy like mine doesn't plainly mean to hurt, but sometimes it does, maybe by accident or to oneself.

Just like a toy, that depends on its use.

Choose wisely, for its fate and purpose rests in your lap.

Use it for good,

And it will do good things with and for you.

Just like it did with me.

I don't usually like uplifting poems like that, plus it's a bit cringe-ish and quite cryptic, but that's fine with me, especially the latter one of these three.

I decide to read some of Conrado's books. He likes horror and sci-fi, so I might as well expand my reading. I grab one of his favorite books, Metro 2033 and start reading it.

Meanwhile…

(Back to third person)

Alex: Dude, we gotta write the poems.

Conrado: Huh? Oh, sure.

Conrado turns off the ps4 and the game he was playing and Alex mutes his phone.

Conrado: Goddammit, I forgot I get B's on writing at most. (Which is not very often)

Alex: Well, you better get used to it, we got a club to participate on now.

Conrado: Fair point.

(30 Minutes later)

As the duo is finishing their poems, MC comes downstairs.

MC: You guys done?

Alex: Yep. Conrado needs only a few lines, want to share in the meantime?

MC: Sure.

Alex reads Michael/MC's poem.

Alex: Huh, it is pretty good. Not that I wouldn't expect it from a straight B+ or A- student in writing.

MC: Thanks. Can I see yours?

Alex: Sure.

Try

Jump, jump up to the sky

Fall, fall down to the earth

Swing, swing through emotions and things

Keep changing emotions.

Hate, hate someone for a dislike or an action

Redeem, redeem someone and clear your judgement

Help, Help someone to rise

Always keep changing emotions.

Try, try to see the bright light of the day

Save, save someone from the darkness

Survive, survive and try to look on the bright side

But try to stay with the happy emotions.

MC, looking impressed says: Wow, you have a really big potential! You are really good in that style too.

Alex: Thanks, it seems the little redball bastard I am is worth something, huh?

Conrado interrupts: I'm done. And remember, if we all die, at least we get to go to hell toghether. The depressed, worthless atheist idiot, the dense cuttin' brit and the escapee anorexic redball, huh? Three broken minds. But look on the bright side, we go to hell with each other. And here is my poem.

Wasteland

A wasteland stands below my feet

And I think of how I ended up here.

Once stood a field

Blooming with happy things

And I enjoyed this place in my mind

But as I grew old

The dark corner grew strong

And acid rain poured down on this place

'Why must you destroy my hopes? I did nothing wrong!' I shouted up at the wind

'It is not my fault, it is yours

For we are one, I am just the dark side, the opposite of this

But remember happy thoughts and I will go away'

So I did, with all my might

And the darkness went away.

As the field regrew, less things would bloom

And the darkness grew stronger

I was left with almost no flowers of hope

So an idea popped in my mind

'That's it!' I cried

'I only need to freeze the thoughts left out about this land!'

And the frost fell

I thought it was a success

But it failed, and the darkness swept it all away.

It dominates this land now.

But over time, I learned to grow with it, and although its unpleasantness and emotions are put inside me

And I move on

Hoping to defeat it

I am now the last light

But I will remain until the last moment

I am the true happy thoughts.

Michael is amazed and so is Alex.

MC: This is a bit too long, but it's amazing! Keep it up!

Conrado: Thanks, but you know you can drop that shitey façade of yours.

MC: Ey stinky! How about NO!

Alex: Calm down, you sons of bitches.

Both: Fine.

After that, the trio finally gets about having dinner at the usual 8 PM and sleep well, except for Conrado which takes half an hour to enter dreamland, or as the trio calls it, "nightmarehell".

And finally, silence reigns upon the crazy household of the "Macanas Trio".

Author: Hey, sorry for taking so long to post this, and sorry for it being kind of a filler. I have been losing a bit of interest on the story, but I am still going on for a few more episodes, minimum, before the first hiatus. See ya next time I decide to be active.

Meme (and ddlc harem) until the end,

RandomIdiot out.