I wake in a rather comfortable bed. Sunlight hits my eyes with no mercy. I sit up and frantically glance around, this is not the style of my room. Everything is jumbled.
A closet is what I would see once I sit up. when I turn left, A door with a marble handle. I refuse to turn right because that's where the sun is hitting my cheek, there is no work desk, and no sisters yelling. It is safe to say, this is not my house.
I Open the door to a hallway, this room seeming to be the middle, there is another door to my left, and one across from me. I turn to the right, Seeing a door at the end of the hallway. I start cautiously walking over to the door, As if it were a bear, and I was walking around it.
The hall seemed neverending, even though It was less than 3 yards long. I twist the door open and walk in, immediately almost falling down a flight of stairs.
"AYIEEEE!" I scream as I take 50,000 steps back, I raise my eyebrow and test the first step. Sturdy enough, I walk down the flight of stairs. I turn around, it seems the stairs lead immediately to the living room. A television sits in front of the couch, which is leather black. A cross from the stairs, is a place I recognised.
Eemcee's kitchen.
I sprint towards it. It is HIS kitchen, I'm in HIS house. I softly run the counter, amazed. I look around the kitchen and notice a door connected To the right wall, I Open it like second nature, and see.....
*Drumroll*
Nothing, the sun blinds me.
"Shi-!" I cover my eyes with my hand, and slowly uncover it, letting my eyes adjust . It seems about sun-rise. I look around the casual neighbourhood.
It seems rather calming, Little kids playing, their mothers - I presume -, watching them. The birds sing a song I recall, but don't remember. The sun hits my face, It feels soothing, actually, but within the peace, chaos.
"Eemceeeeeeeeee!" I turn sharply to the left, and so do some other people. Seeing where the voice is coming from, A high school girl, running in my direction.
She has auburn, almost orange, messy, and short hair, which has a red now adorably tied to it. She had freckles to match her creamy skin. She is wearing what, THEY wore. She runs up to me and pokes my nose.
"Boop! Hey Eemcee!" she says out of breath. " Sorry, I just woke up! I realized I was going to be late, but I didn't want that this year, Instead, I want to walk with you, this go-round. " her voice was only slightly high pitched, I somehow knew it would sound like that, but what threw me off was the accent.
"First off, Your Sayori, are you not?" I looked her up and down , confused, she isn't as cute as I imagined, must be the hair. "second, and last of all, That a British accent!?" The girl giggles.
"Did you get amnesia from the free yesterday, It didn't seem you bumped your head THAT hard, I don't see a lump. Brainfart much." she looked at me with challenging eyes. It sounded better than coming from another universe where you are a game for lonely guys.
"Yeah, Either that, or split personality disorder" I said, liking the sound of it. She looked at me with concerned eyes, and her smile faded faster than sans from Undertale.
"Well when you word it like that, Yes I am Sayori, How do you do?" she holds out her hand, for me to shake.
"Good, I guess, I have split personality, so I honestly I don't know" I shake her hand, her hands are soft, As imagined. I poke her nose and she takes a step back. "Revenge." I stick my tongue out.
"I could get used to this" she joked, then giggled, I smiled.
"Anyways, call me Dylan, I'm a NEET, a weeb, and a cripple, I guess." I say, half serious, half joking. Sayori frowns.
"your proud of that?" I think for a split second. I frown.
" Not really, anyways, you have school today? " Sayori looks confused
"Yeah, we go to the same school, so, so do you." She grabs my hand, and pulls me forward. I instinctively pull back. Wait, this isn't a dream, I felt Sayori, Legitimately FELT her.
"Huh? oh. memory loss, sorry, forgot." she apologised quickly. She tapped her fingers and looked away, like she does.
"No, apologies on my end, I'm just confused and don't know how to react to half the things going on around me." I say, quickly trying to save an awkward moment. "Also, Is this the school uniform for males, I know males and females have different uniforms, yes?"
" Yeah, Since your.......split from Eemcee, I will show you around your house, Starting with your closet. " she wags her finger a little, and then pulls me inside of HIS house, manoeuvring around the house flawlessly, Good thing Sayori and him are friends.
I finally grab a uniform and put it on in the bathroom. I hum a song from the original soundtrack of the game. The one that plays when Yuri and Natsuki fights. I pay no mind, It comes as second nature.
Sayori waited for me by the door. I head out with Sayori, Figuring it's best to see if Monika was there, I need more answers than those she gave. Sayori seems like she is ready to say the quote that everyone knows.
"Before you say anything, I was interested in the literature club."
"what? no! I was going to ask...... How do you know me? if your amnesiac, Or split from Eemcee, Then how did you know my name?"
" instinct "
"No, that's not it....." She stops walking , and so do I. "Your not from around here, are you? You took my friend away" the way she slowly seemed to get mad. She is rather intimidating, now that I think it.
"Uhm.....Sayori! Look, the school is up ahead"
"oh, right! HEHE!" Sayori giggles to herself.
This is not the Sayori I know and love.
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Your reality (DDLC Story)
AdventureFriendly weeb Dylan is playing Doki Doki literature club for the 1,653th time. He expected a friendly Sayori again, but, when he sees that the screen may be a portal to another world, He watches carefully as Sayori slowly loses her friendly demeanou...