❀| Doki'ed Dump [Doki Doki Literature Club]

Tanabata

i probably got some things inaccurate here, but oof, i hope it's still enjoyable enough that it isn't completely trash.

mystic messenger and doki doki literature club crossover.

warnings;

- it's raining angst m'dudes

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Sayori doesn't want to get out of bed. Splayed across said object, hair and sheets both rumpled, the nine-year-old is perfectly content with simply watching the morning sunlight filter in through glass panes. For once, the little one finds herself favouring a lazy day rather than one of constant excitement and buzz that she usually inclines towards. Maybe it's the fact that she's still slightly drowsy from a good dream, or the jetlag is hitting her real hard, but she hopes that her mother won't come by to wake her up for church school. She faintly remembers the distant memory of her discussing it with her father during the flight, but she dozed off before she could hear their final decision. Alas, her question is answered by the soft creaking of the door being opened.

"Sayori? Goodness, you're already awake!"

Her mother takes up most of Sayori's vision now, comfortably dressed in a simple, pink dress. The usual twinkle in her eyes is there, but as of right then and there, a tad bit of shock is mixed in there, too. And then the surprise is wiped away by concern, the woman's brow furrowing as she gently sits by the girl.

"You're not sick, are you?" she asks, placing a tender hand on her forehead. The warmth from her mother's palm seeps into whatever inch of skin it's touching, and if possible, Sayori relaxes just a bit more.

"M' okay, mom," Sayori murmurs, squeezing her sapphire-blue eyes shut. Her mother's own pair of such eyes stills hold worry in them, though, so she hurriedly adds,"Just woke up."

Her mother gives her a slight nod, but she doesn't seem to be completely convinced with how she bites down on her lip. Nonetheless, she lets the subject rest anyway, her smooth fingers now running through her mess of bed hair almost as if she's trying to tidy it.

"Can you get ready, then, Sayori? I've made omelettes for breakfast, and then mom and dad will take you to church school."

Sayori lets out a whine of protest, quickly covering her small frame in a blanket as if to declare that no, she is not getting out of bed anytime soon. Her mother only sighs, retracting her hand from the girl's coral pink tresses.

"I know you're tired from the move, but you need to learn, Sayori. You were already behind on your grades last year, so please, at least try and a be good girl, okay?"

Sayori reluctantly peeks her head from under the covers at her mother words. "You want me to be a good girl?"

"Yes, Sayori, I want you to be a good girl. Will you do that for mom? And dad, too?"

Sayori, for a moment, stares at her mother, contemplating on whether or not she should put up a fight and bury herself again. But in the end, she pushes the blanket off her tiny body, yawning a, well, mighty yawn and stretching her limbs. A small smile makes it way to her mother's lips.

"That's the spirit, Sayori. I'll leave you now, okay? I'll be waiting downstairs with dad."

And then she was gone, door gently closed behind her. Sayori can make out the light pitter-patters of her mother's shoes on wooden stairs just before she sits upright, rubbing her still sleep-induced eyes in hopes that they'd magically freshen herself up. They didn't exactly help that much, though, as she still stumbles out of bed and trips on nothing to land facefirst on the floor.

Yeah, this is going to be a long day.

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Sayori's never been to church school. Sure, she went to church back in Japan for the usual Sunday morning session like any other would, albeit somewhat begrudgingly due to her knack of sleeping in just about everyday, but she never actually tried to learn anything related to such matters unless it was straight from her parents. But now, she's standing in front of the towering, brick-red building, hiding behind her father's far larger and taller figure and clutching onto his black office pants.