Doki Doki Movie Club! - A SM AU Fanfiction!

65: Just you and me. :)

TW // DEREALITY, MC HAVING A CRISIS.

As my hand began to move on its own without my will, my thoughts were consumed. The white void I was in or.. on kept flashing a deep red color—lines of text appearing and vanishing within a few seconds. Sometimes they would be really big, other times—they'd be incredibly small.

I couldn't hear a single thing. Only silence. It was like I was stuck in some void of quiet. I couldn't even process what I was writing. The only thing on my mind was Ethan.

Only Ethan.

Only Ethan.

Only Ethan..

Only Ethan..

My vision then finally faded to black again once I had seemingly made it all the way down to the lower part of the page, and I felt my surroundings shift.

————

I was back in the club-room now—sitting in the table before Ethan who remained staring at me with a soft smile.

"..hey, new member.." He laughed—his eyes practically stuck to me. For they never seemed to blink. "Did you write something today? You wouldn't mind if I happened to read it, would you?"

The poem was in my hands. My body was still stiff, and I couldn't move, and I couldn't talk, and..

I didn't have the will to react—for Ethan then slipped his hand over, and pulled the paper from my hands. He then turned it over, and let his eyes scan over it—a red flush slowly starting to fill his face. His smile softened, and he let out a laugh.

"..aww. Its nice to see you wrote something for me.. hahah.." He cooed.  He then slipped the page back over to me. Not like I really had a choice in taking it or not—for he practically forced it into my grasp.

"You know, I actually made something for you too. Not like a script or anything. A poem." Ethan said with a smile—reaching his hand down next to him, and slowly pulling what looked to be a thin sheet of paper out.

"Here.. go ahead and read it. I wanna see what you think." He said with a gentle laugh.

I didn't have a choice, for once again—he.. well, he didn't force it into my hands. But he did hold it up in front of my vision so I could read it. If I had control of my eyes, I would have looked away. But I couldn't.

My eyes began to look at the poem. And from what I could see, it had read..

"Paradise."

By Ethan. :)

A special paradise for you and me
Together forever, we shall be
And in this heaven we shall lie
For with eachother, we shall not need to die

With you, I don't need the norm
And the illusions that took the form
Of people I thought I knew
You're real, you're you

I don't need anyone else—as long as you're here
Let's live together forever, my dear.

"Hah.. I.. can't really tell what you're thinking, but.." Ethan spoke with a sigh—still smiling. "I hope you like it. You know, in the original story—I was already supposed to write my scripts about you and the little realization I was written to have. And.. I guess I played the part pretty well. Only problem is—I don't think I'll be letting you go anytime soon. After all, once again.. you don't really have control over whether I'm here or not."

"Still.. I thought that maybe just letting things go the way they were supposed to would be the best way to do things, even if I didn't exactly wanna kill anyone." Ethan exhaled. "But.. I learnt to get over it. After all, none of them were real. And you came for a show. So even though I wasn't supposed to—I messed with things, just for you. Just so someone as nice as you would be entertained enough."

Ethan then leaned against the table, folding his arms together. "I was kinda worried you'd get mad at me though. There's so many people out there on the Internet who like Radford, or Kevin, or Rick.. you were bound to get mad at me for maybe going a little farther than I should have."

"But.. you didn't.." He let his arms rest against the table, smiling softly at me with a dark flush filling his face. "And—either way, I suppose we don't really need anything anymore, and don't really need to worry about anything either. I have you now. And you have me. Whatever issues you had before—I'll be here to talk to you about."

"And—I have a lot of things to talk to you about too. Like.. I suppose the show I came from, my friends that I was made to have there. Tender Treats, the art and stories I've seen of myself, and.. plenty of other things." He chuckled—thought it sounded a bit more nervous than anything. "They're honestly a little funny to talk about though. Especially when someone wrote me or drew me doing something I'd literally never do.."

"We.. can probably wait for that later though. I guess in the mean time—as Monika would put it.. we can just look into eachothers eyes." Ethan smiled warmly, his eyes lowering as he looked at me with a soft stare. He then pressed a hand against his cheek, and silence filled the air.

He was staring at me now—quietly. Occasionally blinking. His smile sometimes softening a little.

I didn't know how to process any of what he told me. Or what thus situation even was. I couldn't remember anything other than him. How he invited me to the club while I was at work, and brought me there.

Or.. how someone else invited me to the club before, and brought me there. But the thought of who it could have been made my head hurt. I didn't even remember their face, or their name, or who they even were to me.

This was all just some story, he said. I was some vessel in a story that meant nothing to him. A vessel for someone else.

..a vessel for you.

I don't even know if someone can read what I'm thinking right now, or if any of what he's saying is true. I didn't even know how to process the shock of it all, and I don't now. I don't know what got me here, or what led to this point.

I didn't want to just be a vessel. I wasn't just a vessel. I wanted to be someone. I was a real person. I knew I was a real person.

At least.. that was what I had hoped.

He.. had said I was narrating things inside my head. Maybe that was what all of my thoughts were the whole time. Everything I thought was just some written narration by someone, and was written by someone even now. My shock, my anger, my sadness. Everything only written to be read like some cheap story.

I was a character. Nothing more.

Yet.. something he had said right then occured to me.

I was the narrator, he had said. I narrated everything. Talked about everything. I was a character in the story, and so was he.

He had control over what happened because he knew things. And, I might have to because I was also a character here, even if I was only a vessel.

I.. knew it might have been a bit of a dumb idea. But..

..he did say he had the powers to write others out. So—

..I thought hard, as hard as I could. I didn't know how to write other people out, or if narrating certain things would hold any power over this whole thing. But it was worth a try.

..Ethan doesn't exist.