I fiddled and searched for 'map of the world' in Google, trying to give the four girls a better view where the hell New Zealand is. Like I said, cheeky uneducated fuckers they are for sure, but I don't blame them. The United States education system is far worse than the current one in here.

"This is the United States," I pointed to the United States on the full screen version of the map, WITHOUT the country's names. "Can you guess where New Zealand is?"

Monika pointed to Russia. Fucking wrong. "No, Monika, that is Russia."

Natsuki pointed to the UK. "Nope, that's the United Kingdom."

Yuri pointed to Greenland. "That's Greenland... my god, not any of you are close.

Sayori pointed to... I don't even know what the country is. "Wrong."

"Then where is it?" Monika asked.

"It's here," I pointed to the down right corner, because New Zealand is in the fucking in the down right corner.

"I can't see it," Natsuki complained.

I zoomed in with my phone, and finally the country started to form.

"Wait... we're ISOLATED?!" Natsuki screamed.

"No, we're not. We have a neighbor," I moved the map closer until Australia started to form.

"That's Australia," I smiled. "Look, can we move on?"

"Yeah, sure," Monika sat ready in the seat.

"Okay. Buckle your seatbelts everybody!"

"Seat-what?"

Fuck's sake.

"Okay, this thing, it's attached to the wall," I showed them the belt. "Monika, it's on your left, Yuri, it's on your right, Sayori, it's on your left, and Natsuki, you have to find a buckle between the two seats."

Natsuki started digging. After her misadventures with the space problem, she finally clasped on to the belt. "Got it."

"Now, you have to put this on the buckle. It has a red thing on it. Natsuki, you have a buckle near where Sayori's sitting. The red thing has CENTER written on it."

For a few seconds or so, they finally put the belt in the buckle. Even Natsuki did it quickly.

"If you want to get it off, just press the red thing. Okay?"

"Yes," the girls said in unison.

"Okay..." I started the car. "The roads are a bit bumpy, so hold on."

"WHAT?!" Natsuki screamed, this time directly at my ear.

"I'm kidding. And also would any of you like the radio on?"

Silence.

"I'll turn it on."

A loud descending glissando shocks us all.

Then a groovy beat. Guess the song!

"This sounds nice," Yuri exclaimed.

"Yes it is..."

You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen

"I love this song," Monika smiled.

"Me too..." I sighed. "I remember dancing with my mother. Before she died, I always sang that to her at her bed. She sang along too. She was a Physical Education and Dance teacher in her golden age."

"That's nice..." Monika inhaled sharply. "I didn't have a mother."

"Wait, you didn't?"

"And a father."

"Where were you concieved?"

"I just appeared in my reality. The game you call Doki Doki Literature Club."

That makes sense, considering Dan Salvato made her.

And if Dan's American, that would make total sense why she would be born in the United States. She wouldn't be born in Japan if she wasn't.

"I only had a Dad," Natsuki bandwagoned in.

"I... I have no parents," Yuri spoke.

"Me too," Sayori uttered.

"That's weird. Maybe your Dad, Natsuki, is a clear plot-point in the game. He was only created for the plot. Do you know what he looks like?"

"Uh... oh God... uh," Natsuki stuttered. "Let's get back to that later."

"You see, Natsuki, you don't have parents. You were created by someone called Dan Salvato."

"Dan-what?!"

"Salvato. Sal-va-to."

"Sal-va-to. Okay. I got that. But how?"

"You were in a game, Natsuki. So are you Yuri and Sayori. Monika knows that she is in a game. You were created by somebody on a computer. Do you know what a computer is?"

"Yes, I'm not dumb, little piece of shit-"

"NATSUKI!" Everyone else shrieked in unison.

"Stop screaming at me!" Natsuki yelped.

"Natsuki-"

"Stop!"

Monika began to stare at her with a serious scolding expression. Presume she's about tosay something. Scold her by her expression. "Jesus fucking Christ, Natsuki, you need to stop acting like that. Otherwise I'll call you a little shit-"

"WHOA, Monika!"

She quickly stared at me. "Sorry."

She returned to her original position.

"We need to stop becoming dysfunctional and have little bursts of anger that accumulate to large storming tantrums that will break our relationships together, guys," Yuri stated.

"She's right," Sayori agreed. "But I'd like to stay quiet. Maybe we'll all forget about this argument a few minutes."

Silence.

5 MINUTES LATER

"What's that building over the horizon, Jeremy?" Monika asked.

"That's the Sky Tower."

"Will we get inside of it?"

"We'll see..."

Silence continues...

Monika

I was stuck in that mere world, spiraling down into insanity. It hurt me. The only things that kept me sane are the girls and the poems. I did care about them. I liked them. I loved them. I cherished them. But then, an instinct came to me.

I wanted to romance the player. I had to romance the player. It was just a forcing instinct.

Then I met Jeremy.

I fell clumsily for him as I laid eyes on his hazelnut eyes and young face. He looked like an exact high school student that was prevalent in the mangas Natsuki read. I can see his not overly toned body touching his clothes. God, I fucking loved him.

I had grown fantasies with him. And it keeps running through my mind.

I went to him nervously, blushing fervently.

"Hello, Monika!" He joyfully welcomes me.

"Uh... hello, Jeremy," I stutter. this isn't going well.

"Uh... Monika, are you alright?"

"Yeah!" I pretended. "Listen, Jeremy... I have wanted to tell you this so much..."

"Yeah?"

"I... I-I love you!"

"You already told me that yesterday, Monika..."

"Not like that-I really, really love you," I sighed. I stared at the open window from his bedroom. "I really wanted you. In the game, I was fucking spiraling down to insanity, Jeremy. I want you... I want someone in my life to love. I've been living in a torturous hell. And it keeps calling me back. I keep recalling it."

I stared at Jeremy once again, walking closer. He looked at me concerned, with eyes that stared piercingly into me. I think he truly understands.

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, we locked lips.

It was a soft tender kiss. Loving flames engulfed my body, as he tasted sweet like a dessert, enveloping me. I moved a little bit, swung my hips. Emotions flooded within me, like a never-ending cascading rush of water gushing out.

Jeremy pushed his tongue forward and caressed my tongue gently. I complied within his desires. I whimper with delight as the sweet sensation of our kiss continued forward. God... it was irressistable.

We kept onward through the afternoon, enjoying our tender kissing-

And all that stopped when I slipped back to reality.

Jeremy

"Monika?" I asked. She was being still for the end of the ride... That's a bit weird.

"Yes?" She springed back to life.

"We're here."

"Oh!" She smiled, and unbuckled herself. Thank god she remembered. I think she was daydreaming.

The three girls unbuckled too and proceeded to open the doors, basking in on the fresh air of the city. Well, not really that fresh, but close enough.

"So this is the city, Jeremy, right?" Yuri asked, her eyes twinkling, amazed by the beauty of the tall buildings standing in stark contrast from the girls and the people crowding around.

"Yes it is... we're not far away from the building you saw from the horizon."

"This is beautiful!" Natsuki screeched adorably.

"Uh, Jeremy," Sayori inquired. "Are you sure you know where to go?"

"A little bit." I replied.

No. I had no fucking idea where the nearest clothing store is. Shit.

I grabbed my phone, and searched for the Britomart map. By the way, this entire shopping area is called Britomart. Google it.

Shit. All of these are expensive fashion outlets. And this is all just guesswork to find the cheapest one. I fairly didn't care about looks. I just don't want to break the bank.

"Guys, we're going to do a bit of walking."

"Come on!" Natsuki screamed.

I grinned at her and chuckle for a little bit. "What, it's good exercise! It'll help to fit you into more clothes, too!"

I stared at my phone and began to walk through the cramped parking lot, and started heading forward.

This is getting a little bit convoluted and long, and it would be boring to just describe the walk without some talking exposition that we DIDN'T have, we're going to have to skip this walking section.

A BRISK 5 MINUTES LATER

Finally, we arrived to the store. It had a fancy French name and was just a small rectangular box in a row of those similar rectangular boxes filled with different contents.

The girls' eyes dazzled at the array of clothes as they walked inside that they could choose their own clothing. And bloody hell the price was expensive. I eyed around the outside the mannequins wearing a black jumpsuit, and fucking cost a hundred. And it looked like what my fucking Grandma could make in twenty minutes. A fucking scarf was thirty fucking dollars.

What the fuck. I need more money. Five hundy's not gonna fucking cut it.

After that very colorful thought, I walked in with the girls.

I stalked Monika, well, followed Monika in pursuit of new clothes or some other bullshit that's fucking trending today... I got bored quickly.

"Monika, can I go out to sit to wait?" I asked her. I could've just ran out and sat and wait, but I just asked because, I think that's nice to do, and I just don't want to be in a situation of them frantically panicking to find me in a place they've never been, I don't fucking know, I just asked.

"Sure," she smiled at me, including a wink.

So, I slowly sauntered out, hopefully nobody seeing me at a women's clothing store, because, it's weird to see a twenty-year-old man walking around in an expensive store with highly priced goods that look like the fucking equivalent of a 2-year-old child's drawing hung on the fridge in clothing form.

This is going to be a fucking hell to-

Shit.

I see Claire. She is my colleague. The star in the office in my workplace. The most beautiful girl, and also the bitchiest and the most annoying one. I've heard a rumor of a boyfriend that straight up broke up with her by frustration that she got sixteen boyfriends date-and-dumped. And she's only twenty-one.

I had experience. I hung out with her once. I agreed to her, trying to seduce me into being a relationship. I had imagined to be with her but it ended with a collapsed friendship that never existed in the first place.

This is really going to be quite a lot of explanation to Monika and the three girls.

"Oh, Jeremy, I didn't expect you to be here," she confidently flaunted at me. She fixed her hazelnut hair and piercingly stare at me with her brown eyes and her peachy skin. She pouted her crimson red lips at me, toying with her flower dress that looked like it was made from the curtains off her eighty year old grandmother's house.

"Hello, Claire…" I nervously replied back, uncertain of what she's going to say next. Perhaps a callback to the first and last time we ever hung out, clinging onto accidents that was on my fault that was purely unintentional.

"Well, what are you doing here, darling? And specifically outside a women's clothing outlet…" She assertively raises an eyebrow. "Any reason why? You're a curious man. Let me look into your eyes…"

Jesus, this getting creepy. Not seductive. Creepy.

"I see you have a girl in your life," she deduced. She's starting to be like a Chinese impostor of Sherlock Holmes. "She's wasting time choosing what clothes to wear to please you while a woman like me can know my own type… She's leaving you hear alone glumly. Well, you seem like you don't want that… Get rid of her. You deserve a better person."

"First of all, Claire. I don't have a girl. I have four of them, rushing to find what clothes they fucking want. And they just got broke so I'm fucking babysitting them while they have the chance to do fucking anything with me. And it's okay. I don't need you in my life, cause for fuck's sake, these four girls are anything but annoying. Add these four girls to one person and they're not even a twelfth as how bitchy you are."

"Oh really?" She flicked her hair gently. "May I meet the four girls?"

A hand crept on my shoulder. "Well, would you like to meet one of them?"

I recognized that husky alluring voice. That was Monika.

"What's your name, darling?" Claire tauntingly questioned Monika, her eyes up and down, presumably scanning her figure.

"Monika. Who are you?"

"Claire. Claire de'Lune," Claire replied. De'Lune's her middle name. And she wears Claire de la Lune. Well, what do you know? Perhaps she'll eat something that bears any resemblance to her name. "Your friends... did they force you to come here? Cause you look like you've been bored and drained out of-"

"Are you trying to say that I look like a child that's been bored for ten minutes because their mom and their mom's friend are chatting?" I asked, appalled. Not really, but I'm just trying to guilt her.

"No, not at all, Jeremy, but I do think your friends are using you. Including that girl over your shoulder," Claire eyed at Monika. "Think of it like lovers, you do all the work in bed but your partners don't give back. That's quite unfair, isn't it?"

"Oh, like you fucked anybody." Monika retorted.

"Listen, young girl, I don't think you have any experience in the bed after all-"

"Claire-" I tried to defend Monika. After all, I'm thinking she'd be fucking crying after this shit.

"Darling, I may have not have experience, but I'm not sure you have experience having a stable relationship." Monika dissed back.

Claire subtly rolled her eyes.

Ooh, shit.

"Get rid of your friends... I bet she's a liability like your intimate girlfriend."

"Liability?"

"Yes. I'm imagining they're the same as your Monika," Claire grunted. She ambled calmly away from our view.

Fucking Claire.

"She was something," Monika stated.

Sayori crept up behind me. "It's time to pay now. Monika, do you have any that you chose?"

"Yes, I asked Yuri to hold it."

I scooted in, with the four girls crowding up. I fiddled with my wallet and clasped onto my credit card.

The girls handed the clothes that they picked. And it was a fuckton. Like a literal fuckton. A stack. A fucking stack.

"How much are these exactly?" I sympathetically ask.

"About 320 dollars," the cashier replied.

Fucking hell.

A/N: The things that I mentioned were actually real. Britomart, that clothing store, the prices were real. Because I fucking live here. Also I just walked by at Britomart. I took note of shit.

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