Our Reality (Doki Doki Literature Club!)

Doki Doki Study Slumber Party

"That's a little too scary..."

Shujinkou would scratch his right cheek if he could but was unable to at the moment. The bags he was holding made sure of that.

"Is that so? Considering the media you've digested, I'm surprised you feel that way," Yuri replied in a teasing manner.

"It's just... cultish/scientific experimenting with signs of multiple personality disorder just to see what the brain is capable of... I don't know, the way you explained it just sounds really dark and paranoia inducing," Shujinkou admitted.

"Still, that seems funny coming from you considering you didn't seem to have the same reaction to a game where an artificial program essentially gaslit multiple people into following a script. That seems a lot scarier considering it really makes you question your perception of reality."

"I guess... Though Guns of the Patriots probably dampened that aspect of Sons of Liberty a bit..."

"Plus, doesn't something else you enjoy employ cramming your essence into another's body, making the owner a prisoner before eventually being split into two beings?"

"Well..."

Shujinkou couldn't argue against her points. Perhaps the presentation blinded him to the more horrifying aspects, though he already found it horrifying.

"Where'd you read that story again?" he asked.

"Ah..." Yuri glanced around flustered. "To be quite honest, I don't really remember. It must have been something from long ago and I could only recall parts that were vivid to me."

"I can see why that'd be memorable..."

As they continued their trek, Yuri came to realize that she had been glancing at the bags Shujinkou was carrying for her more and more.

"Shujinkou, are you sure you don't want me to take those back? Your awakening was still fairly recent..."

"It's fine. Besides, I told you guys that I feel pretty good all things considered."

"Still..."

Despite his assurance to the contrary, Yuri was still worried about his physical state.

"What about you?"

Yuri was taken aback by Shujinkou's question. "Me? Why do you ask?"

"Well, you weren't exactly... I mean, we all got pretty banged up hard before I ended up in a coma so..."

Though it seemed obvious Shujinkou was referring to their physical wounds, it was clear to Yuri that he was referring to possible mental and emotional scars also. She could tell he had some lingering worries concerning the club's temporary disbandment among other subjects.

"You don't need to worry about that. I think we all came out stronger from night, even if it did take a bit of time," Yuri assured him.

"Oh. That's good. But what about your knife wound and head injury?"

"Well..."

Yuri's eyes briefly shifted away from him.

"My wounds... They-"

Yuri's cheeks were a faint red as she turned to Shujinkou.

"My head's fine and the knife wound... Ah... Maybe..."

Yuri's fingers crumbled the hem of her sweater.

"Maybe it'd be better if you see for yourself."

"Mysel- Wait!" Shujinkou instinctively took a step back, recognizing what was about to happen. "You don't have to show me if you don't want to!"