Doki Doki Literature Club Genderbent

Bottles (Day 3)

After retrieving my poem, I head to Satori first. He takes my poem and reads it.
"...MC... I really love your poems. I can't believe you've been hiding these from me!" Satori says brightly.
"Eh? I'm not hiding anything!" I protest.
"But... your poems are sooo good. Yesterday's, and this one too! You can't tell me you haven't done this before!" Satori says
"I mean... You're really the only one who feels this way, so..." I shrug.
"Eh?! No way!! Not even Naruki..?" Satori gasps.
"Well, I guess Naruki is the least likely to admit how much he likes something...But I don't think it's that." I say.
"What do you mean?" Satori asks.
"Well... I guess I'll be honest about it. It's a lot easier to write poems when I'm thinking about you." I say, with a small shrug.
"E-Eh?! Wawawa-!" Satori says, his face reddening.
"Stop thinking weird things, idiot! I just mean that you're a really... expressive person, I guess. How am I supposed to write poems about my own stupid life? But you somehow make everything in your life an adventure. Even the little things." I explain.
"Like cooking!!" Satori says.
"Let's not talk about that!" I say frantically.
Satori snickers.
"So, yeah... I guess what I'm saying is that I can feel more feelings through you than I can through myself. We have that kind of weird connection. It's your fault for getting in my business all the time." I say, calling him out.
"Ehh...? I don't know if I understand..." Satori asks
I sigh,  "You never understand when I try to explain things to you, do you, Satori?"
I pat Satori's head.
Satori chuckles, "Heyyy! I'm not a kid, you know!"
"Are you sure about that?" I ask.
"Mmmm, maybe~"  Satori starts fiddling with his pencil between his hands
"Hey, MC... Will you give me your poem? I kinda want to keep it." Satori says shyly.
"Huh? Why?" I ask surprised.
"Because... Well... It's the first time you've written something for me..." Satori laughs lightly.
I breathe sharply, "Satori, you completely misunderstood! I didn't write this for you!"
Satori laughs.
I sigh, "Are you even listening anymore? Well, whatever. I'll give it to you when we go home."
"Really?!" Snap! "A-ah!! I broke my pencil..." Satori hastily bends down to pick up the piece he dropped. But being inattentive of his surroundings, he bumps right into me. "S-S-Sorry—!"
"It's fine, it's fine. I'll get it for you." I bend down and pick up the broken pencil.
Satori clutched the desk beside him to support himself, knees shaking. "I'm a little clumsy today..." he laughs with  uncertainty.
"Let's sit down, Satori..."
"Y-Yeah..." Satori gasps.
I grab Satori's arm and help him sit at the desk.
"Anyway, I still haven't read your poem..."
"Oh! Sorry I forgot about that~ But it's not as good as yours!!" Satori warns.
"Jeez, don't worry. I'm sure I'll like it." I take Satori's poem.

Bottles

I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
It's the severer place where I keep all of my dreams.
Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens.
I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
It's warm and tingly.
But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.
And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.

My collection makes me lots of friends.
Each bottle a starlight to make amends.
Sometimes my friend feels a certain way.
Down comes a bottle to save the day.

Night after night, more dreams.
Friend after friend, more bottles.
Deeper and deeper my fingers go.
Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the books and crannies.
Digging and digging.
Scraping and scraping.

I blow dust off my bottle caps.
It doesn't feel like time elapsed.
My empty shelf could use some more.
My friends look through my locked door.

Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends.
In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much?
I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after another.
Holding them out to each and every friend.
Each and every bottle.
But every time I let one go, it shatters against the tile in between my feet.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in shards, all over the floor.

They were supposed to be for my friends, my friends who aren't smiling.
They're all shouting, pleading. Something.
But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo
Inside my head.

"Holy crap... Satori, did you really write this?" I ask unbelievingly.
"Of course I did! Didn't I tell you yesterday that I was gonna write the best poem ever?" Satori says.
"Yeah, but... I mean I didn't expect something like this, coming from you." I say honestly.
"Monika taught me a whole lot!  And I've been really in touch with my feelings recently..." Satori says.
"I see that... It's almost kind of creepy." I shrug.
"Creepy...?" He asks.
"Well not exactly...  Maybe because I'm so used to you being cheerful... ... Well, never mind. I'm thinking too hard about it. The point is, it came out good, so you should be proud of it." I smile.
"Aw, thanks~ I feel like... I feel like how is meant to express myself this way. It even helps me understand my yard feelings a little bit better... Writing is like magic!" Satori says brightly.
"You've gotten pretty passionate about this, huh? I hope you keep it up." I tell him.
"Yeah! Writing's the best!  I'm gonna keep writing until I die!" Satori says with confidence.
I laugh lightly, "Don't get ahead of yourself."
Satori's always had a habit of getting obsessed with something before dropping it no more than a week later. I wonder if this is one of those times? But seeing the passion is his eyes makes it hard for me to be pessimistic. I hand him back his poem, and move on to Moniko.

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It's time for..... Ace analyzes the poems! And probably digs to far deep into the meaning, because why not.
Speaking from personal experience, Satori's poem is about he has to cheer up all his friends. All his friends end up relying on him for being happy. And he has no time to help himself. And he ends up falling into despair.
Tadaaaaaaa!
What are your guys' theories.