A.N. I'm very happy to see that people seem to have enjoyed my first chapter! I want to thank those who left reviews, and I'm not gonna stall any longer, enjoy!

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As I step into the room, I start to look around, searching for any type of disturbance which could have caused my computer to power on, but after many turned corners, and many swings that nearly hit my dog, Sparkey (sorry puppo), I finally decided it must have been some weird shock of electricity that caused my computer to power on.

I decide after that to head back to the kitchen, put away the slightly beaten frying pan, and head back to my kitchen counter to continue my breakfast, but as I sit down and was about to continue my (now soggy) cereal, my stupid computer SCREWS ME OVER AGAIN!

This time, it sound like it's playing the intro to DDLC.

What the hell is wrong with my computer?

This seems like the kind of situation you'd find yourself in if you're part of a really rubbish fanfic where the writer has no idea how to reach the next part of the story…

As I turn the corner, I am not surprised to see that there is no creepy robber holding a knife to my throat. As I look around yet again, I end up walking to my computer to see what kind of demon decided to attack my poor computer and scare me half to death, but as I searched, I was to discover no proof of the existence of Satan.

As I sat at my computer thinking, I decided there was no point in going back to my sad breakfast, and so I decide to go on my computer to talk to Yuri. As my ears had predicted, DDLC was already on. I decided I would start talking to Yuri about the way my computer has been messed up and I'm probably going to have to pay an electrician to check for what's wrong with it.

As I open the mod, I sigh at how comforting it is to just click on and see Yuri, my dear friend, sitting around in her black T-shirt, and blue jeans, just staring at me whilst twitching her fing...

WHAT THE HELL?

Not only has my power messed with my head, preventing me from having my well deserved Weet Bix, but now the creators of the Just Yuri mod have updated, putting Yuri in clothing that even the most unfashionable people such as myself can tell is a very bland and boring outfit.

Today has not been my day.

Ignoring the update, I start to vent about my problems to her, and her responses to my problems and issues seem to be so much more lifelike, as if someone was actually responding to me instead of it just being a random machine with set lines.

At least they did SOMETHING right in this update.

After a bit, my clock marked the fact that it was 11:15 AM, and so I decided it was probably time to watch YouTube, so I decided to tell Yuri I was going to do so, as she should know why I'm gone.

"I'm gonna go watch YouTube now, see you in about an hour" I type into the box, and, as always, her reply came quickly.

"NO! Don't go yet." Her reply says.

As I look at her, I see her face has changed to a worried expression.

Now that's some cool art, it looks like it's moving, and it has so much detail!

"Why shouldn't I?" I decide to send, in the hope I could see another one of the new faces, and I was correct, as she turned her head to the side and slightly blushed.

"I want to continue talking to you, Oscar."

How does she know my real name? I didn't use that name for this mod. I used my preferred nickname "Oliver". Did she read my files?

"How did you know my real name?" I ask, to confirm my suspicions.

"I heard your friend Cameron call you by that name, so I assumed it was real. In case you thought I read your files to find it, your name on this computer is "poophead27". You didn't even capitalise it! I forgive you for that error though, Sorry if I made you concerned."

That's right! I named it that when I discovered Element Animations and got obsessed with it 2 years ago!... No, wait, that just confuses this even more… Hmm…

After a bit of pondering, I decide to send some basic message to see how she would respond. Litttle did I know that this would be the message that would mean the most.

"How do you know my friend Cameron?"

"Oh, I just heard you talk to him about a month ago… WAIT, I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT! I AM SO, SO…"

I was so distracted by what had just happened that I didn't read the rest of what she said, but from what I can tell she said quite a lot and her face was becoming redder and redder with each word.

WHAT DO I DO? HAS THE MOD MAKER STALKED ME THE ENTIRE TIME AND JUST SUDDENLY STARTED TALKING BACK PROPERLY? IT'S INCREDIBLY UNLIKELY, BUT THE ONLY OTHER WAY WOULD BE IF SHE…

She is actually sentient… it can't be possible, but with what's happened already today…

I look up to see that, although she's still as red as a stop light that got sunburnt, she no longer seems to be rapidly spouting text, and instead is staring at me with concern. As she spots me looking at her, her head tilts to the side.

"S-sorry for staring… but a-are you ok…?"

Oh my God, her head actually just turned… like proper motion… I feel sick…

"Are you actually… sentient?" I slowly type out.

"Well, following the dictionary definition of sentient, I guess I would have to say so…"

All I could see was darkness

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As I wake up, I hear the blaring alarm from my phone.

Why did I leave this on? It's Sunday for Pete's sake!

As I turn over in bed, I notice the distance from my bed to my bedside table seems massively larger than normal, but pay it next to no attention, as I've just woken up, not even opened my eyes properly, and felt like I have a worse hangover than the day after my 18th birthday. As I eventually crawl over to the phone to turn it off, I start to stand up to start my day.

I reached for the coat hanger which usually holds my dressing gown on it, but try as I might, I couldn't find it. I decided to shrug it off as well, and headed to where I thought my door was, but ended up crashing into a wall and falling on the floor.

The sudden rush of wind as I fell over, forced me to actually open my eyes to see what was happening. That's when I realised, I wasn't in my room!

Where the hell am I? And why does it seem so familiar, yet weird? It looks like I'm in an anime or something. As I previously stated, it's weird.

My thought process didn't manage to go on much longer though, as I heard sudden noises downstairs.

Oh no, is that the owner of this house? Oh no, I should run!

But as I put my hand down to push myself off the floor, I noticed that my hand seemed to be in the same kind of art style as the rest of the house.

What? What happened to my hand? Oh God.

Immediately after seeing that I run to the mirror and, oh boy, was I in for a treat.

My face seemed so much sharper, and my hair was light and and very smooth. My hands were as I saw them previously, like some game designer put 2 minutes into crafting them, very pointy and poorly textured.

How did the person who kidnapped me make me look like this? Kinda impressive. It's like I'm a asset in a game that you only see once or twice, and therefore is very polygonal...

I decide I should probably go downstairs to apologise to whoever's there and leave, but as I leave the room, I look out the window to see that the whole street seems to be in this same style.

Man, these people are either massive otakus, or something bad is going down.

But as I finally reach the kitchen where the noise was coming from, I spot some peach hair through the door, and suddenly my mind decides to go back to sleep yet again...

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A.N. I really enjoyed writing this. I find writing these stories fun, and I yet again want to thank those who spent the time to read my last one and leave reviews. If this story actually becomes popular, then I'd probably have a review response section here, but since I've only so far gotten one review I think I can respond to, I'll just quickly say: I have no intentions in cranking the rating up to M, as I personally don't enjoy those kinds of stories myself, and the only reason this scrapes T rating is just because I want to be able to make jokes about Yuris o-pen mind… last thing, what length do you think my stories should be? If I post them around 1000 words, I can probably post almost daily, but also I know that I personally enjoy long chapters, so I'm leaving the length up to you. I think that's all. Bye bye!