Stardust

by teamsayoridub

Six months after the horrifying events that were solved with a time machine and sadly, a dead club president. The new four, Rivers, Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri are back and happier than ever. Finally, everyone's problems are resolved. But then why does Sayori seem sad again, or a specific person is being drawn on the walls? (Warning: crippling depression, action in a car, & bad puns)

11. On the Looper

(Rivers again...)

I wake to Mr. Cow looking directly at me. I punch that thing and pop quickly up.

Sayori isn't here in the bed.

My bottle of antidepressants sit nicely on my nightstand.

They've done wonders. Trust me.

What if she's taken some?

What if she knows the truth about them?

Was my poem too straightforward?

I walk downstairs and see Clem playing PUBG on her PlayStation.

"Dude, do you know this is a Fortnite house?"

"Well, I'm just playing it! God!" she reacts.

"I'm only kidding!"

"Yeah, right!"

So I walk away and go back to my bedroom. I decide, you know, play some GTA and chill out.

She eventually comes back 20 minutes later.

"Good morning." I tell her.

"Hey!" she responds.

"Wanna play this game?" I ask.

We end up playing the game. I closed and locked the door, because GTA is so violent, and, you know, just in case.

I just walk to the kitchen, make some breakfast, what we all love: waffles, eggs, and bacon. And some orange juice.

I pop a pill and chow down. I honestly hate the taste of my own food, but they all like it, so I make it for them. Clem and Sayori talk a lot, and I just lean back and play some Geometry Dash.

I eventually head to the upstairs bathroom.

I lock the door. I sit in the bathtub, and grab a bag of premade mix I made. Some of the pills, crushed with a hammer, and laid out in single dose bottles.

I stashed them under the sink.

I grab two bottles. I might pull something risky.

I pull them out. There's a pile of powder in the tub.

I grab some paper I brought and write a poem.

I'm Tired.

I'm tired.

I'm done.

I do everything I can for the world.

And what do I get?

Nothing.

I give my love and life to others.

Absolutely. Fucking. Nothing.

Monika tells me she's using me.

It's okay.

I love being abused.

I live for it.

Well, I'm dumb.

But I'm not a dweeb.

I just got no self-esteem.

And, remember, fuck Pinkerton!:)

And then my body gives out, and the last thing I feel is the rush of blood to the head as my head hits the ground.

I wake up in the same position.

Thank god, Sayori didn't find me.

I get up very painfully and walk over to my little basket in my room. It has thirty-four things in it. I call it my Basket Case.

As I put thing thirty-five in my Basket Case, Sayori walks in.

"Hey, what'cha got there?"

"Um..." I start hyperventilating, "...nothing!"

But she plucks it out of my hand and reads it.

I just stand there with my hands behind my back.

"Well, now you know."