Notes from previous author:
I want to go more in depth to the kind of AU I created here:
TLDR: This world is kind of normal. Dokja was a kid who actually went to college, currently lives alone, used to live wth his aunt because his mother was deemed unfit to raise him after his fathers passing. No actual tragedy or trauma in his life rn.
Actual explanation: Dokja lived along, but he grew up with a much simpler life than Canon!Dokja. He spent most of his childhood and teenage years with his aunt because his mom was deemed unfit to raise him after loosing her husband. She/Dokja (however you interpreted reading the novel) did not murder him, he just drank a little too much alcohol one night when Dokja was fairly young. He doesn't remember his father clearly, but there was barely any trauma in his life.
This au will make more sense the further you read, or the further I get along in this fanfic ;-; because motivation can be a bitch.
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Author's Notes:
^--- I can relate to this author so damn much tbh :')
Either way, to the story :)
What had he done?
What was the point in stealing the book? He could've very well checked it out. It was a library, after all.
Kim Dokja stared at the book with odd eyes, seemingly lost in thought. He hated the idea that by checking out the book, it would never be permanently his, but stealing it? What was he thinking?
Gripping the book harder, he leaned against his bedroom wall near the corner of his lonely room as he slid towards the hard wood floor.
What could he do about it now? Go back to the library? It was probably closed by now. Plus, he could get in trouble, or worst, arrested for his theft.
He couldn't go back to that library. He could get caught.
"Ahah... Fuck.."
He couldn't help, but laugh at the stupidity of the situation he had now gotten himself in.
The shakiness in his hands ddn't subside as the reality of his situation began to dawn on him.
He had always been a fairly good kid. Not above and beyond like some, but not someone who would make trouble with others. He usually made it his top priority to avoid conflict, but here he was, diving head-first into trouble, when he could've made a rational decision.
This book, whatever it was, made him desire it. It allured him with such ease he began to worry if he should actually read such an intriguing book.
His eyes drew back to the cover of the dark themed book. The dull expression of that man was all too familiar as if it were his own...
Was it?
He stopped to rub his eyes, hoping it was just his tired eyes, or maybe the lighting of the somewhat dim room. Looking again, it clearly was his face.
The piercing gaze from his very own eyes on the cover of this book somewhat thrilled him, making excitement rush through his veins. Although at the same time, it terrified him.
Why does the character look so much like him?
Perhaps this was a reason he should give this book a chance.
Turning the cover over, he felt the novel resist against his pull, like it was never opened by another person before.
[...]
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[There are three ways to survive in a ruined world. Now, I have forgotten a few, but one thing is certain. The fact that your are reading this now will survive.
-Three ways to survive in a ruined world]
A web novel platform filled the screen of my old smartphone. I scrolled down and then up again. How many times have I been doing this?
'Really? This is the end?'
+
Dokja's own voice echoed in his head as he read the first line of dialogue.
+
I looked again, and the 'complete' was unmistakable.
The story was over.
+
The words in each line, the ink on each page, it all felt familiar. The story felt... like him..
+
'Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World' was a feature-length fantasy novel with 3,149 chapters. Its shortened name was 'Ways to Survival.'
I have been steadily reading this novel since the third year of middle school.
+
Dokja hadn't read any specific story he found remarkable. You would think he couldn't imagine being that dedicated to a story, but he felt like he knew.
+
I opened the comment box of the last message and rewrote the sentence several times.
-[][]: Writer, thank you for everthing in the meantime. I am looking forward to the epilogue.
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Dokja could feel the sensation of tappng out letters on a screen. He felt like faint memories were coming back to him.
It was like staring at an old photo of youself. You can vaguely remember the photo being taken, but even then, you aren't sure if it is a memory, or a story your mind is forcing onto you.
The prolouge of the story flew past Dokja in seconds. By the time he turned the next chapter, his interest in this book had peaked. It was barely the story that intrigues him, but the odd familiarity he felt with the novel.
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"I'm Dokja." I usually introduced myself to people like this, then the following misunderstanding would occur.
"Oh, are you an only child?"
"I am, but that isn't what I mean."
"Huh? Then?"
"My name is Dokja. Kim Dokja."
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Authors Notes:
I just realized what the words between the + + meant. The words inbetween are the words of the novel/book that our fanfiction Dokja is reading. IDK how I only just now just realized the notes of the bottom of chapter 2 was a thing. I only edited this a little, but much more than the previous chapter. I typed this instead of copy and paste to edit it while also reading it. Makes it easier to edit and change instead of readin the whole thing and then changing during the reading process. It was mainly just me adding onto certain descriptions, spell check, and changing some wording because it was not at all my style of writing. I like the style, I just don't want my readers to read this and be like "I like this kind of writng" and then look into my other Wattpad stories and be dissapointed, by the lack of stories that are like this. Welp I think that's all! I had school today so I'm most likely not going to (maybe later today after hw) update anymore on any of my stories, but I will really try to finish the Iwaoi story in 3rd person instead of first person like the previous parts. Arigato, and bai bai!
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