I pulled up a chair and sat opposite him at the same desk, briefly fixing my hair. He looked a little nervous. A normal response for being singled out. I had a pen at the ready; and some notes.
"Well then. How long have you been here Jake?" I ask, beginning my line of questioning. I'd figure him out.

"I've lived here for about a year. Okay. So I used to live here when I was much younger, but my family and I moved away for a few years due to my Mom and Dad's work. I only got back last year and I missed the enrolment period before. Hence why I'm here now a year late." He began to explain. Such a detailed backstory. I could tell it was partly fabricated; but I sensed the truth wasn't far off.

"Interesting. And your parent's names?" I continued, writing down his speech word for word.
"Uh...Peter and Olivia…why?" He responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Just curious." I say reassuringly, tapping my pen while thinking what to ask next. "How did you meet Sayori?"
"That's going back a fair while." He mused, a wistful smile creeping upon his face. "I think it was primary school. Third grade maybe. I never really got on with anyone else but her. She knew I was different, I think. We just sorta clicked. And I quickly found out she lived not too far away from me at the time."

A logical answer. This would be more difficult than I thought. There's definitely something about him that is off.
"Different?" I pondered aloud.
"Yeah. I was always the weirdo of the class. Way too confident for my own good, but with weird hobbies. I think the only reason people paid attention to me is because I was a jokester at times."
Fair enough. But insight like this is something I've never been able to experience before. I can almost see it in my mind's eye. A young boy, the class clown.

But what was in that young boy's mind? Why did his family really leave on business? Or is it something more sinister? How did he get to this point? I had best not pry too much though. Hopefully I'll learn more as time goes by.
"But what about you Monika?" He spoke suddenly, looking at me with an almost piercing gaze. "How did you meet everyone in the club?"

I bit my lip nervously. I, I genuinely didn't know. The world was never programmed with a backstory that long. But the answer was obvious somehow.
"Well, Sayori was in my Class last year, I met Natsuki through an online writing forum, and Yuri was also in the debate club with me last year…before it disbanded."

He seemed to understand, and had this serene expression. I noticed his left arm move slightly. I figured he must be writing. But he was left handed. The only left handed person I've ever met too. I always assumed one could only write with their right hand.
"They all seem nice girls. You have great taste in friends." He says, stretching by putting his hands behind his head. "Ah- excuse me. Heh."

So peculiar. Even reacting to bodily stimuli. Though it almost feels odd for me to pick up on that. I guess Yuri, Natsuki, and Sayori are nice. But I don't really have anyone else to compare them to. Though in comparison to the one sat before me, they were practically nothing.
"Thanks. They can be a bit….two dimensional at times." I admitted, and then instantly regretted my words. I didn't want to come across as spiteful; that could blow my cover before I've even began.

"Heh- I'll be the judge of that. Though I know what you mean about Sayori. I like her all the same though. Call me biased an all~" He joked, with a playful wink. I felt my heart flutter again for a second. Not only had I been blessed with another sentient mind; I had been given an amazing person. He looks and acts like a confident showman, but with an air of poise and mystery.

But the good times cannot last forever. He would have to head home soon; such is life.
"Well. I think that's all I needed. I just wanted to get to know you better." I say, standing up and adjusting my skirt to avoid creases. He yawns a little, standing too. We walk to the door together, and like a gentleman he opens it for me.
"Th-Thank you." I stutter, walking through.

"Any time, Monika." He walks beside me, through the now empty halls. At the gates, it was time to part ways for the day. Well for him at least. As he turned the corner, out of sight; I followed him with my all-seeing eyes. He did indeed live near Sayori, but not in the same house the 'players' often did. It was slightly closer, and more unique than the other buildings. It was a touch bigger, with a security camera and a garage.

Within the garage was another odd thing. It was a car, but not some placeholder vehicle. A quick look in the props folder told me what it was. A file was in there. It looked nice. I think classic is the word to describe it. It was gloss black, with an orange stripe running through the centre. But the file was attached to another. A script dictating everything from engine size, tire type, and even 'aftermarket' upgrades.

I was fascinated. Such intricate code and specific details. My world is really growing. And it's all thanks to him. I decide to check up on him, before I get too distracted. He's sitting on his bed, looking at the TV. He's playing some sort of game. A fighter I think. There's a guy dressed in white, with a red bandana; and some ominous looking man in a red suit and beret, with glowing blue eyes. He looked happy, if not a little frustrated.

I watched him for a while; looking around his room. I started to look around the room after a while. And there it was. Something truly unsettling. A momentary glitch, but I caught it. The poster in his room (normally a generic poster of some game) bugged out, replaced with a strange white symbol. It looked like an upside down heart, with a spiny cross growing out of it.