Drowning.

Water engulfed me as I involuntary dived down to the bottom of the pool.

I started to panic, but I needed to keep a cool mind.

I didn't realize it, but there was no way I can break free.

I was tied to two dumbbells.

I struggle slowly, trying to resurface, minding the weight of the heavy weight the dumbbells occupied.

No use.

I struggled, kicking my feet as fast as I can restrained and tightly tied up.

I flailed my arms, moving slowly. I only rose up minimally, and I was immediately sunk back down again.

This isn't what I want.

I flailed my limbs with what energy and air I have left, and the rope only started to loosen a little bit with only a few seconds on my mercy.

I shook my legs again and again, trying to somewhat untie the rope, showing very slow signs of loosening up as the fattened rope sort of squeezed and latched indefinitely onto me.

Then air started to die out.

A forming pain in my lungs started to clump up and radiate throughout my body as I futilely flail myself again and again, trying to rise up. I couldn't handle the weight. I couldn't handle the water accumulating my clothes and the dumbbells like the wall, the rope like a chain, chaining me to that wall, those dumbbells. I tried to yank myself up but I had no success. The burning pain that started to accumulate in my lungs pained further and further, curving up like endless stairs, like a glissando that keeps rising up. Pain was still there. I was choking. My ears went numb. I keep flailing.

The only motivations I'm hearing are the encouragements of Monika, Yuri, Sayori and Natsuki desperately needing me to go up. But that created more guilt. I can't go up, I can't. And I'm dying in the process.

They keep screaming my name, they keep screaming it... I can't go up. I must! I must for them! And for myself! They keep screaming, the darkness and the devoid of death envelop me closer and closer to it! I don't want to die! I want to live with these four girls! And I want to be happy! I want to be with them! I can't! I need to rise up! But I can't! I desperately call out a futile wail under the water, just hoping for someone to come and fucking untie the rope chaining me to the weight that's keeping me down! Help me! I am real! Untie me! Free me! Save me! Monika! Sayori! Yuri! Natsuki! Just somebody come, just somebody just FUCKING come and save me! I need to be alive! I'm still alive! I need to be-

"JEREMY!" Natsuki exasperatedly screamed at me, jolting me up and being uncomfortably awaken, just about 2 inches from my face to hers. Natsuki backed away in response to my quite sudden awakening. "Thank God."

"Christ... why did you scare me? I was about to wake up soon!"

"Sorry," Natsuki looked down and made a subtle frown.

"I didn't know you apologized," I replied back.

Snapping back after she realized she broke her brash facade like normal tsunderes do, which really rarely exist with actual living humans and not some living breathing roaming 3d anime girls, she put a cute childish angry look at me, with a trace of red on her cheeks. "Whatever! Don't get the wrong idea! You were talking in your sleep and I was scared, Jeremy!"

"I was drowning in my dreams, y'know! Or something like that, I forgot."

"It was in your dreams, little fucker-"

"Watch your mouth, Natsuki..."

"You're not my dad!"

"I'm feeling there's a little bit more to it than your short-tempered and all around brash attitude, Natsuki..." I teased her. She's cute when she's angry. "Something more... questionable, dare I say?"

Natsuki grunted. The subtle red in her cheeks started to redden more. "Don't get the wrong idea! It's not that I l-like you or anything! I only just woke you up and baked you cupcakes in another time!"

"Wait... you remembered?"

"Yes! I was just sitting there with Monika and Yuri, waiting for Sayori... And then... we came here..."

"That's weird."

A distant voice echoed from the kitchen. "JEREMY?"

"YES?!" I replied back.

"COME HERE FOR A BIT..."

I stood up and complied, sauntering to the kitchen. I see Monika there still in her school outfit. We definitely need to find clothes.

"Sorry, I'll need to ask you a favor." Monika smiled. "Can you cook breakfast for us?"

"Sure," I smiled back.

Monika grinned. "Great~" Suddenly, she gave a small peck on my cheek.

I turned around as she was walking away, flabbergasted. I just got fucking kissed by Monika herself.

"What did you just do to me?" I demanded answers. Why would she do that? She doesn't even know me at all.

"You know what I did. And you'll be lucky that I'm not wearing lipstick. Still, thanks for agreeing to make breakfast for us~~" Then she walked away.

I sighed sharply.

"Breakfast."

College Student's Scrambled Eggs and Fried Ham

I remembered at Grade 7, my Food Tech teacher, yes, I had Food as an opt-in subject, that this would be an easy way to create scrambled eggs and ham steak. She also etched this recipe in our minds, as this was frequent in Food Tech challenges. I still eat it today, and I have ingredients for it and I made it in college, whenever I had time for actual food, and I made it for my friends who didn't have breakfast or even edible food at all. The beef steak with rice at the cafeteria was nice, but it was a little overpriced. Now this though...

Scrambled Eggs
(Serves five, that includes the cook and all the four Dokis!)

10 eggs

1/2 cup milk

2 and 1/2 tablespoons of butter

Salt, pepper

Crack the eggs in a mixing bowl until pale.
Heat a nonstick pan, and put the butter in. Let it melt.
Add milk and salt and pepper to eggs. Beat it.
Put egg mixture in pan. Wait for one minute for eggs to cook.
Push one edge of the egg to the center of the pan, while tilting the pan to allow liquified egg to flow in underneath. Repeat with other edges.
Turn off the heat and gently stir your eggs until the uncooked parts become firm. Keep the curds as large as possible.
Transfer the eggs to plates.

Fried Ham Slices
(Serves 5)

5 ham slices

flour

oil

Use a large skillet. Pour oil so that it covers the bottom of skillet.
Heat oil over medium heat.
On a plate, place enough flour to cover the plate.
Then rolled your ham in the flour until well coated.
When oil is starting to sizzle place ham in the skillet.
Cook until golden brown on both sides.
Place on paper towels to drained the excess oil off.

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, I've cooked it all.

"Nice smell," Yuri snuck up just near the stovetop, near a convenient archway to an empty area to the living room. The house was very connected, really. "What are you cooking?"

"Scrambled eggs. And fried ham slices."

"That sounds nice..."

"Is Sayori awake?"

Yuri looked at Sayori, I presumed as I concentrated plating the food.

"Yeah. She's drawing."

"Where did she get pen and paper?"

"There's a pack of printer paper in your living room. Also a pen. It was a shark pen."

"Ah. My favorite pen. Don't tell her that I-never mind..."

"Tell her what?"

"Nothing. Drifted out of topic."

"Should I call everybody that it's ready?"

"Yes, please do."

Yuri disappeared as I listened to her footsteps slowly back away from me. I don't know why, but that imagery just popped into my head. A little bit sinister of a description, but Yuri is basically sinister. She has bloody fetish on the Portrait of Markov.

Shit, I wonder if she does.

I'm putting the fucking knives away.

If that Miss Stabby bullshit happens, well, time to do the same͞.

Suddenly, a trio of footsteps crowd towards me, and a soft muttering of "Sayori" was uttered.

Natsuki crept on my shoulder, seeing the five plates that I prepared.

"That looks nice."

I looked at her awkwardly grinning. "Thanks," I replied.

Natsuki went away, perhaps perching down on the sofa.

Monika crept in.

"Ah... they look great, Jeremy~~" She lovingly assured me. I'm noticing how sultry she is getting. Maybe to seduce me. Perhaps another way to get me head over heels for her, which I already am, thankfully without killing all of the other characters off. I'm in love with practically for everybody. Even salty Natsuki. "Hope you can teach us soon!"

I grabbed an old customized fold-up table, customized meaning stained wood planks stuck to the table part and gold-spray-painted legs that I got for a gift at Christmas on college. Was good at paper, was better at practical use. It looked nice, and that's the only fold-up table that I ever had. It was special to me, okay?! Some people treasure goddamn locks of hair or a piece of rusted jewelry. I cherish a fold-up table that I got for Christmas, so it's fair that I cherish an actual practical thing and not some dipshit that carries, I don't fucking know, Scarlett Johansson's tissue with the snot and shit still on it that made a fucking killing on Ebay?!

Anyway, after venting some off-topic shit to you, I carried the fold-up table and perched it to the empty area adjacent to the living room, which fit enough for a giant fold up table and five fold-up chairs which were just plain. After that, I put the five plates in including utensils-you know what fucking happens if you prepare a table, it's fucking boring to describe myself prepping a table. Let's skip.

2 MINUTES LATER

The four sat, and I was right at the end, just casually watch them stare at each other while eating my breakfast creation. I see their sparkling faces, shining eyes, like in an anime where the cheery girl constantly says "ＳＵＧＯＩ, ＳＵＧＯＩ!" and some Japanese shit after that. Fucking annoying, but on the other hand quite pleasing to hear. pleasing to hear when you shoot out your c-get it?

"These are good, Jeremy," Monika stared at me with an elegant smile.

Sayori chuckled. "I like these..."

"Thanks. I'm glad you like the scrambled eggs and the fried ham slices~" I smiled.

I see the silent two, Yuri and Natsuki smiling in delight.

"Thank you, Jeremy," Yuri smiled at me.

"Thanks," Natsuki blushed at her plate. I took pity in the poor girl. Her father didn't give her food. Tired to do anything. Perhaps she was sexually molested. Guess you knew that right? And some of you might have taken the liberty to peruse and read loli comics of her, right? Right?!

After that, it was time for another skip.

8 MINUTES LATER

"Okay, the plan today for your 'fitting in to society' lesson, we're going to do shopping."

The girls cheered with fervent enthusiasm. "Shopping!" Sayori exclaimed.

"You're going to get new clothes, so I don't see why you are cheering-"

The girls cheered even MORE enthusiastically. I don't really remember them shopping in a game. "New clothes!" Natsuki grinned. I don't see why why she would like new clothes... maybe... logic doesn't really apply to them, does it?

"Okay, but to look like you belong in this world is that you need to wear my clothes, because truly, nobody's going to school at a Saturday, right?"

"Yes, nobody does," Yuri answered.

"Nobody does. So, you'll have to go to my bedroom and get clothes," I stood up. The four complied and like a pilot of a train, the four girls were like carts attached to me. That's a great metaphor but pretty bad in my execution, so I'm sorry if that sounded wrong.

I led them to my bedroom, like what I said literally two rows of text ago, stopped and rightfully escort them in.

"Uh... this is where I stop. If you find underwear, don't wear them. Wear t-shirts and shorts or pants. Please do."

The girls started to crowd, while Monika crept up to me.

"Why aren't you going in, Jeremy?"

"Cause I might see you uncovered, changing in my own clothes. Isn't that a bit touchy to you?"

"No, not really with you Jeremy. I wouldn't mind if you would see me without clothing. Wouldn't you want to see such a sight like that-"

"I'm closing the door," I blushed uncontrollably, and swiftly closed the door on four girls I had a complete obsession with. Shit. I knew I wanted to, but my human decency for these girls will decrease, which I will be every changing room or any room particular with them and just-

This is just getting fucking lewd. Let's just skip this part. This part is getting uncomfortably. Hell, I remember Natsuki whimpering Yuri to stop, whilst pleading in a tone quite se-

Okay. Skip!

3 MINUTES LATER

And we were out.

We were walking downhill to my car which was just in the property domain, included a garden here which I rarely tend to, and showed them the concept of a car. Of course, they knew the concept of a car, so that's just... stupid. Fortunately, it's a five-seater, with the back row fitting three because there's a seat belt between the two seats fitting for a center person which creates a nice Doki sandwich where they were striving for space, which is fucking annoying.

I went on the driver seat, and Monika, looking the most mature person to be on the front seat, went on the front seat, because I told her to. Thankfully, the three girls on the back didn't mind.

"Wait, why are you on the right? Is Monika driving?" Sayori asked.

Oh shit. I just realized they're not from here.

I sighed.

"Sayori, you're on a different country."

"WAIT, WHAT?!" The girls said in unison.

"Yes, you're far away from..." I stopped. "Where do you actually come from?"

"The United States," Sayori responded.

"Well, fuck it, you're a long way from home."

"Where are we?!" Monika panicked.

"Japan?" Yuri asked.

"Canada?" Sayori sweated.

"FUCKING NORTH KOREA?!" Natsuki screamed.

"NO, YOU FUCKER! We're in New Zealand!"

Silence.

Little uneducated fuckers.

A/N: Big reveal... No, it isn't. Yeah, I come from New Zealand so it's my excuse to put this entire story on New Zealand.

Some of you don't know where New Zealand even is, don't you? You cheeky fucker-

I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm actually surprised that this is has 10 followers. No idea why. That's the most I've ever had, I think so. I don't know.

Thanks for that. I'm happy with that.

Hello, Claire.

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