Short Disclaimer: I do NOT own Doki Doki Literature Club or any of its characters. Doki Doki Literature Club is a game created by Dan Salvato. It is mandatory that you play DDLC before reading this fanfic (there are spoilers). The game is totally free by the way. With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!
Doki Doki New Story
Chapter 1:
"Visuke sat on the edge of a fountain to think. He had recently played Doki Doki Literature Club, and he found himself being captivated by this simple yet astonishing visual novel. It had succeeded in breaking away from the cliche of most romance games (the ending had even made Visuke fight to hold back his tears). However, he found himself being most amazed by the characters. Never before had Visuke felt such a special connection to a fictional group of people. Much like Visuke, Sayori struggled to overcome the sadness in her life; Yuri was not well liked among her classmates and had very few people she could open up to; and Natsuki had troubles regarding her family and the acceptance of her interests. However, Visuke was most intrigued by Monika. She was the only one who could see the world for what it was and declare that no happiness could be found. Visuke often found himself wondering, Was it true?
His train of thought was interrupted when he heard someone screaming for help.
"Please somebody!" a young woman screamed. The man brandished his knife and demanded that the woman give up her purse.
Visuke sat silently observing the situation. He was relatively close, no more than ten or twelve meters away, and yet all he could do was watch as the scene unfolded.
Then she looked in his direction, desperately searching for a savior among the crowd.
"Help me! Please!"
If I don't do this, he reasoned. I'll be stuck regretting it for the rest of my life.
He took a step forward.
I'm scared...
but... I have to do this.
Visuke walked slowly and deliberately, using all of his willpower to keep moving forward. His legs were shaking so violently that it was becoming increasingly difficult to remain standing.
"Just a little farther."
Seven meters.
His heart was pounding. Visuke's eyes remained fixed on the knife as the man waved it through the air.
Six meters.
Only now did Visuke begin to think about what would happen if he actually fought the man. His opponent, not only possessing an advantage in arms, had a distinctive size advantage as well. Visuke was only sixteen, not to mention, slightly thin. If he had to guess, this guy was at least in his late twenties, though he looked older like he could possibly be thirty-four or thirty-five. Nevertheless, he was bigger and definitely stronger than Visuke in terms of physical strength. Perhaps even close to twice as strong.
What should I do?
What can I do?
Four meters.
Visuke stopped.
There's nothing I can do.
He took a step backwards, but before Visuke could put his foot down the man turned, noticed his close proximity, and charged him. The sudden movement caught Visuke off guard and he momentarily lost his balance. The man was closer now and Visuke could make out the details of his facial expression. His confident smile seemed reflect his superiority. As his last effort, Visuke held out his arm as if to stop the rapidly approaching assailant. He felt his palm connect with the man's torso, not in an aggressive manor but something reminiscent of a gentle push. The man stood still, Visuke's hand still on his chest.
Visuke couldn't bring himself to run away. The man's face was no more than thirty centimeters away from his own, and he could almost have sworn that the man looked at him with pity. In that moment, neither of them moved or said a word until seconds later when the attacker suddenly backed away. His face was now showing genuine fear as he fled the scene of the crime. Visuke watched him attentively until he noticed that the man was no longer carrying his knife.
In that moment Visuke knew what had happened. Yet still, he couldn't keep his gaze from shifting down to where the kitchen knife protruded from his stomach. The gruesome sight was accompanied by an extreme, burning sensation unlike anything he had previously experienced.
"So this is what Yuri felt like..." Visuke uttered faintly as he collapsed on the sidewalk. Am I... dying?
Nearly every bystander in the vicinity was using his or her phone to call either the police or an ambulance.
Right now I just want to disappear, thought Visuke. I couldn't even save that woman.
Everything around him became a blur. Visuke could hardly distinguish any shapes among the colors. He was pretty sure he heard voices all around him. Suddenly, Visuke felt a sensation like he was moving, but he couldn't feel his legs.
His surroundings became completely dark for a moment, and Visuke heard his mother's voice.
"Oh son... What would your father have to say about this?"
My father? But my dad... is...
The pain finally subsided along with all of the sounds Visuke had been hearing, and he suddenly felt very cold. The only thing he could think to do was to try opening his eyes, and for a split second Visuke's vision returned though it was still only blurs of color.
The last thing he saw was a beautiful shade of emerald green.
Author Note: This was really fun to write (I wish I could say it was really easy to write as well). I would like to try to make this a weekly thing, but I can't make any promises yet.
I assume that it is fairly obvious what happened and where the story is headed. If you have any questions I will gladly answer them (at least to the best of my ability XD).