Doki Doki Depression Klub

Running Unopposed

"I hate Mondays" Finn grumbled, crossing and uncrossing her legs beneath the table.

The cold metal legs of her desk rubbed uncomfortably against her smooth legs. Finn looked around at her classmates, twirling a lock of dark hair between her fingers. Everyone looked exhausted, everyone except..her.. Vixen sat straight in her chair, calmly fixing her lip gloss. Vixen was the most popular girl at school, helped by the fact that she was technically one of the only girls at school. She could only look in wonder as Vixen shifted slightly, her skirt ruffling up to brush the tips of her thigh high socks..

"Hey dummy, you're staring again." Finn was distracted by her best friend Razz, who looked at her disapprovingly.

Unlike the rest of the students, Razz didn't need a chair, He quite easily balanced himself on a set of 8 black tentacles, one of which flicked at Finn playfully.

"God you're such a cuck, why do you even like that thot?"

Finn smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt and scowled at Razz.

"Hey fuck off, I wasn't staring!"

From behind Razz came giggling, MIP5 and Rogue were amusing themselves by making fun of her.

"You guys are such assholes." Finn mumbled.

Razz crossed his legs and leaned back on his haunches, obviously trying to look cool in his trench coat. Finn huffed and returned to her daydreaming. She couldn't exactly figure out why it felt comforting to look at her, she only knew that it just did. The sun bathed the classroom in a soft yellow glow, it would've looked beautiful if the collection of teenagers weren't all grumbling and complaining. From the front of the class the voice of Trump, the psychic class president piped up. It wasn't hard to guess why he became the class president, he knew what everyone wanted, why they wanted it and when they wanted it.

"He's here guys."

All at once the class straightened out. Class 1-A was taught by Professor Tresh, 23 year old tall, dark and vaguely irregular individual. Tresh was the type to lean over your desk and squeeze your shoulder for no discernible reason. Luckily, Finn thought. He only really focuses on the student council. She was right. Tresh loved the student council, Trump, the President; Dino, the Vice President; Vixen, the Secretary; and Mason, the Treasurer. They got away with everything! Including actual in-class orgies. Finn couldn't for the life of her figure out why they were so special, save for the fact they were all Popular, attractive, and high ranking.

"Alright students.." The professor began, "How was everyone's weekend? Please, tell me in detail."

Tresh leaned back on his desk, his voice was calm,not monotone, almost like a lullaby. It was easy to let yourself get caught up and spill your heart's desire. Dino cleared his throat.

"Oh- Right..Actually I believe the student council has an announcement to make." irritation passed across his features and faded almost instantly. The four immaculate students sauntered up to the front. President Trump breathed in and readied himself to speak, He had a way of treating every public speaking moment like the Gettysburg address.

"As you know our last class representative...No longer goes to this school." Mason and Dino shared a devious look and Finn couldn't help but wonder what did happen to Ele.

"And as such, we're looking to elect another one." Vixen laid a hand on Trump's shoulder.

"Now the position of class representative is very important. You'll be interacting with us directly on the day to day matters. Any volunteers?"

Finn looked around the room. Was this her chance for popularity? Finn's arm shot up and she noticed that, quite embarrassingly, she was the only one. 26 sets of eyes settled on Finn.