Let me say this; I don't like Sayori. At all.

She's a speck of sunshine that tried too hard to make others happy. Yeah, I said it. I don't like her. Sure, she had depression but she could've done something about it. Yeah, I get it, people usually don't ask for help when they're depressed but holy shit, she had the MC! How can you not ask for his help!? Oh my god.

I finished the game like a week ago and I still wasn't sure what the hell the game was made for. Was there a lesson? Or a moral? Or something along those lines? Because all I can see was that once you're a victim, you can't do anything about it unless you have the power. Everyone was a victim: Monika, Yuri, Sayori, Natsuki, and even the MC. Poor boy, though he's still a despicable best friend. If I had to pick a favorite, it would be Natsuki because she seemed to be the most normal of all the bunch. Her abusive dad thing seemed fake; probably by Monika.

I slurped into my frappuccino as I tweeted everything I just complained about Sayori and lo and behold, haters started raining on my parade. Little thing they know was that I love the rain. Along with haters came my avid followers protecting me and my logic from the hate. It's pretty amazing how few words can cause so much angst and white knight-ism in just a few minutes. Even a person name ButterflyKnife stringed up so much swears that I almost choked on my drink from laughing. After five minutes, my laughter died out. Damn, now I'm bored of this. I locked my phone, picked up my drink and went straight home. As much as I wanted to stay in the cafe, shitty and obnoxious brats came in. It's as good as any cue to leave.

Reaching home, I tossed my fur jacket onto the couch. I went to the bathroom and checked myself. Yep, still looking good. Shoulder length black hair, even bangs. It's so hard to keep them even but it makes the other girls jealous so it's worth it. I went out of the bathroom then dropped myself onto the sofa. Fuck I'm tired. Work, cafe time, then home. Everyday was like that. Most of the time, I just go straight to bed without eating. Sometimes I ate at the cafe but I kept myself from that; keeping a solid figure is a priority to me. Then I realized I couldn't doze off. Fuck it. I stood up and went to my computer desk.

I turned on my computer. I noticed I had notifications. Email. Come to think of it, it's probably from my friend.

Hey, why aren't you replying!? Something happened to you? DX

The Internet is the only place I could be my true self. IRL, I just had to look pretty and the job becomes easy. What can I say, I use the gifts given to me. Well, more like gifts I had developed and maintained. This online person called herself Creuset. I don't know why, it's a stupid name but she's one of the best persons I've ever met on the entirety of the world wide web. We just sort of hit it off when I retweeted some of her pics. She's got good taste in TV shows, let me tell you. Eventually she pulled me into a whole new world of anime and video games. Maybe some cartoons but holy shit, I missed a lot of good stuff. That's what I get for just focusing on work. THANKS MOM. Focus my ass.

I decided to reply.

Sorry, girl! Work was really tiring and I just fell asleep whenever I got home. What's up?

Oddly enough, she replies so fast, I thought I had fiber connection.

Finished that game you sent me. Wasn't that interested. Like, what's the point of it? I don't get it.

And sent. Guess what? She replied. Good grief, is her brain connected to the internet?

Maybe that's the point of it. It's just a story that needs to be told. Now I'm wondering; who's your favorite character?

Oh shit. To be honest, I don't really have one. I may have said Natsuki but not that much; it's just process of elimination. Replied.

Uh, I guess Natsuki? I don't really like any of them TBH.

Here's her reply:

Huh? Are you sure? Most people would find a favorite. Okay, let's flip the script a bit. Who's your least favorite?

Now that's a question I can answer.

Sayori. She had this best friend and she doesn't tell him anything about how she feels! I know I had a best friend when I was a kid and I told him how I felt. I don't see him anymore today but my point is that Sayori is sort of an idiot. Wait, she is. She's already clumsy.

And sent. I wanted to type in more but I guess that will do for now.

But my favorite character is Sayori…

Aw, boohoo. I typed immediately.

Bet I can be a better Sayori LOL.

And that's line that screwed me up over and over because I didn't know what was coming. Creuset replied like in mach three.

I'd like to see that.

Did she mean cosplay? Oh no no no, my co-workers would make fun of me if I did that.

I don't do cosplay, girl.

She didn't reply after that which was pretty weird. I closed the browser and noticed the Doki Doki Literature Club was open. The fuck? I didn't open that. I clicked close and all of a sudden, I blacked out.

I woke up. I felt great. I forgot how I got to my bed last night. Pretty sure I passed out in my living room. Oh well. Maybe I took some beers again. I pulled the sheets off me and got off the bed. I stretched and took a breath. The air smelled so good today, what's up with today?

When I looked at my room, I realized I wasn't in my room. Whose room was this? I looked at the bed and noticed a very familiar cow plushie. You gotta be fucking kidding me.

I jumped back onto the bed and covered myself. I'm dreaming. Yeah, I'm dreaming. If I sleep here, I'll wake up to the real world.

Also, WHY THE FUCK AM I IN SAYORI'S ROOM, OF ALL PLACES!?

I then heard some chatting outside the room.

"Is Sayori in there?"

"Ara~ You're here to wake her up again?"

"I just can't leave her be."

"You're too sweet. She's in her room."

"Thanks."

That brought up another question; where the hell is Sayori!? If that MC boy finds me here and Sayori nowhere to be found, he's gonna flip! SHIT!

There was a knock on the door. "Sayori, you in there?"

I didn't know what to say.

"Sayori, wake up already."

Shit.

"I'm coming in."

I buried myself further into the sheets. Jesus Christ, I'm doomed!

"Come on, you gotta get up by now, Sayori," the boy said as he pulled away my protective sheets. "Sayori."

I had my eyes shut so tight.

"Sayori, come on, you're not even sleeping." He sounded so annoyed. Fuck you.

"I am."

He let out a sigh. "You left me no choice."

He then started tickling me. Shit, no! I'm too weak to that! Soon, I let out so much laughter that I fell off the bed.

"Ow." I grimaced.

"Sayori, come on."

Wait, he called me Sayori? I slowly opened my eyes and saw the boy and—

HOLY SHIT THIS BOY IS HANDSOME AS FUCK.