Doki Doki Literature Club Genderbent

The Raccoon (Day 3)

"Let's see what you've written for today." He pauses and reads the poem. "Mm... Well done, MC. Your skills are already improving."
"Really? Thanks, Yuki. Coming from you, that means a lot." I say with gratitude
"Eh? I- It's nothing! I'm just happy to help inspire fellow writers... I know you're new to this, so don't worry so much if it seems like you can't get your poem to feel perfect. You don't need to be afraid to be a little more daring... Metaphors can go a long way. Don't feel like you need to work your brain like turning a bunch of gears. Try letting your mind to wander through your feelings... And write down the things you see and hear. That's one way to truly enable your reader to see into her mind. It's a very intimate exercise..." he explains.
"I see. That's a certainly interesting technique. Thanks for sharing." I say.
"I have, um... Well an example of that if you'd like to read it..." Yuki offers.
"Of course. Is this the poem you wrote for today?" I ask
Yuki nods, and timidly hands me his poem.

The Raccoon
It happened in the dead of night while I was slicing bread for a guilty snack.
My attention was caught by the scuttering of a raccoon outside my window.
That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unordinary human.

I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my sub conscious well aware of the consequences.
Well aware that a racoon that is fed will always come back for more.
The enticing beauty of my cutting knife was the symptom.
The bread, my hungry curiosity.
The raccoon, an urge.

The moon inclements its phase and reflects that much more light of my cutting knife.
The very same light that glistens in the eyes of my raccoon friend.
I slice the bread, fresh and soft. the raccoon becomes excited.
Or perhaps I'm merely projecting my emotions onto the newly-satisfied animal

The raccoon has taken to following me.
You could say that we've gotten quite used to each other.
The raccoon becomes hungry more and more frequently, so my bread is always handy.
Every time I brandish my cutting knife, the raccoon shows me it's excitement.
A rush of blood. Classic pavlovian conditioning. I slice the bread.
And I feed myself again.

"Um... I was a little more daring with this one than yesterday's..." Yuki explains softly.
"I can see that. It's a lot more metaphorical..."
I don't know if it's my fault, but I can't begin to imagine what this poem is about.(I can)
"That's right. It's a bit closer to my preferred writing style... Using the poem as a canvas to express vivid imagery, and conveying emotions through them." Yuki says.
"Yeah, if I take it at face value, then I can't even figure out what it's supposed to mean..." I say.
"Well... I think it's something that different people can relate to in their own way. I wanted to express the way it feels for me to indulge in my more unusual hobbies... It's those sorts of things I'm usually forced to keep to myself. So, I sometimes enjoy writing about them." Yuki shrugs.
"Why do you keep them to yourself?" I ask.
"Be...Because... They're embarrassing... And people would make fun of me. Don't you have anything like, MC?" Yuki asks.
"Well... Yeah, I guess I do..." I agree.
"I feel like everyone has a little something like that. The best we can do is respect each other and out individualities. Even if it's difficult sometimes, and some things make us uncomfortable... After all, if I hadn't learned to embrace my own weirdness, I would probably hate myself. I-I might be ranting a little bit now... But I'm glad that you're a good listener." Yuki says.
"No problem Yuki. See you," I hand him back his poem and move to Naruki.

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Just gonna flat out say it. Yuri's poem is about cutting herself. There's no other excuse. He's feeding his craving to cut himself. "Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me" -Stan, Alec Benjamin. 
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