💫Second Chance💫 [DDLC MOD]

The first warning

Waking up early on a Sunday is already a tragedy in itself, but waking up with a weird nightmare still clinging to your brain... that's a whole other level. It's one of those dreams that sticks to you like gum on the bottom of your shoe—little fragments, images, and sensations that refuse to leave. I try to brush it off, but it's still there, like a mosquito buzzing around your ear right when you're trying to sleep.

Before I can even process what's going on, my bedroom door swings open, and there's my mom, ready to remind me that privacy is apparently something that only exists in deodorant commercials.

"I need you to go to the mini-mart; we're out of stuff for breakfast," she says, skipping any sort of polite morning greeting.

For a split second, I think about saying something deep, like, "Mother, I had an epiphany this morning, a dream that revealed the true meaning of life," but I realize she's probably not the type to appreciate a good "existential crisis Sunday." So instead, I just mumble:

"Yeah, sure. Give me a minute to... become a functioning human." I roll over in bed, hoping she doesn't notice my defeated sigh.

I throw on whatever I find in the closet, picking clothes that basically scream, "Don't talk to me, I'm a Sunday zombie." I head downstairs to grab the shopping list. It's short, but the whole idea of going to the mini-mart feels like I'm about to embark on some Amazon expedition. Maybe it's just the lingering effect of the nightmare.

Outside, everything is as dull and quiet as usual. Of course, I run into that one neighbor who seems to exist solely to remind me how unproductive I am.

"Wow, up this early, huh?" he says, like it's a historic moment that I'm walking around the neighborhood on a Sunday morning.

I try to smile and mutter something vague, like, "Yeah, life's full of surprises," hoping he doesn't feel the need to keep talking. Because, honestly, explaining that I'm here because my mom doubles as a human alarm clock doesn't exactly add to my street cred.

I finally get to the mini-mart, where the AC is cranked up so high it feels like I'm going to walk out of here with an icicle where my nose used to be. I take out the shopping list and mentally prepare for an epic journey: milk, bread, eggs, and... the infamous off-brand cereal. My mom swears it's "not that bad," but I'm convinced it tastes like recycled cardboard.