Black Canvas

His Voice

Author's Notes:
Here we go again. BTW, I am typing this up once again so lets see how long I last. Bai Bai.

Also imma chang the text to | | so the text inbetween in the book that our fanfiction Dokja is reading. Thanks again!

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After multiple attempts of denying and debating, Dokja rubbed his eyes at the words in front of him.

Dokja was the name of the main character. Kim Dokja.

[Kim Dokja...]

Dokja grabbed his forehead, beginning to feel different emotions he had never thought existed until then.

"Ugh.."

Gripping harder on his forehead, he felt something of a familiar feeling that surrounded him, yet it hurt. That feeling hurt like pressure being trapped all up in his head. His own mind began to grow so loud. Confusion became something poison to him.

Without any luck of easing out the pain, he took another glance at the root of the sudden change in his head once again.

|"My name is Dokja. Kim Dokja."|

The start of what seemed like a simple novel had left him full of questions.

What was this book?

How did it know him?

Who's voice was that?

Why is it all familiar?

The disant voices quieted down as he read, in search of his own answers.

|I heard the engineer's annoucement,

-Telling all passengers on the train. Telling all passengers on the train.

The loud surroundings began to calm.|

Dokja began to forget he was reading. he became immersed in the world of a novel; one that was about himself.

[...]

| [A constellation wearing a straw mat has paused at your actions.]

Jung Heewon asked with a stupid expression.

"...Who is that?" |

[.....]

| [Main Scenario #2 - Meeting has ended.]

[The compensation will be settled.]

Yes, we finally arrived. This was Chungmuro.|

[..........]

[Kim Dokja..]

An unknown voice called out to Dokja, pulling him out of his story, if only for a moment out of the hours of reading.

"You."

[...]

"Don't make me think I am crazy."

[...}

"Tell me. Who are you?"

[...]

"I must've really gone insane.."

Dokja looked at the book in his hands with a peculiar expression. Apparently it was now driving him to the brink of insanity.

But what could he do about it? He was just the reader of this book and as good readers do, they must continue on with the story.

And so he did.

|I was obviously scared. To be honest, I often felt that way. Even if I read Ways of Survival, I was still a regular office worker. I didn't express it, but I often wondered if I could survive.

Of course, my worries didn't last long. It was because it was useless to think about it. It was the same in any world.|

[...]

Dokja woke up with the book on his lap. He had fallen asleep reading late into the night.

"Damn.."

So it wasn't a dream..?

he couldn't help but wonder if what had happened last night was real or not.

Who spoke to me?

The voice was still clear in his head, and the events that followed were too, unlike normal dreams. In fact, the page he was on matched what his supposed "Dream" would've left him off on.

Maybe it was nighttime hallucinations.

But even so, the book was real. A book where he was the main character.

Dokja always thought a story about him would've been a boring tale, with no interesting plot. Reading the story had made him look at his life differently.

The 'Dokja' of that world had certainly lived a different life than he had filled with bullying and desperate coping, but the Dokja of ths world felt okay. He, speaking for himself, had been bullied once, but it was a while back, when he was still young. Since then, he had become an ordinary person, with no special characteristics and quite nondescript.

Perphads he thought too little of himself.

Dokja, once again, picked up the book that was still on his lap from when he woke up.

|"Who are you?"

"We are the people of the Wanderer King."

"That woman over there is your king?"

The woman nodded. I looked at the tall masked woma in the distance. Looking closely, I felt a sense of deja vu. But there was something strange.|

Memories shifted around in his brain seemingly flowing through, and images fluttered around his head. The vaguely described strange feeling, he could feel it. Fear, no, panic surged through him.

But why? Why was he feeling those emotions? What was the connection between these anxious feelings and that woman?

Who was this alternative "Kim Dokja"?

[Dokja..]

A softer voice echoed in his ears. It wasn't the same person he questioned before, but a voice he recognized. One he wish he didn't.

"No.."

Because the moment that voice poured into his head so did everything else.

Author's Notes:
I am loving this story so much and the more I read it and actually type it, the more I can understand and be able to continue this story. It's almost to the part where they cut off the story which is where I will pick it up. I have one more chapter to edit and then it's all just my freestyle writing. Little scared for how I want this ending to be, but I will try to write it and if it is really bad, then I will write an alternative ending based off any comments. When I read the ending of chapter 4 and then realized it was the end of the story, I was in class so I was holding back my tears and my friend next to me was like "What happened?" and I was like "I need to cry, but we are in class" honestly, I need help lmao. Welp gtg rn. Arigato, and bai bai!