Doki Doki literature club: Genderbend

Chapter 32 - Sharp Point

Y̷̦̪̬̖̝͉̜͑͜/̵̨̢̧̤̲̫̘̼̙͖̫̈́̈́̒̊̓͆̾̇̀̌̑̀͑͠͝N̸͓̗̺̬̠̘͍̠̅͊̈́̓̾͋͝͠ ̴̧̢̯̳̥̳̺̣̟̞̹̳͉̻̏̌͘=̵̧̥̖̰͈̬̂̎͐̎͜ ̴̡͎̥̪͈͙̍̿͠Y̶̧̘̱̖͇̥̲̥͎̐͐o̶̧̘͉̟͓̤͚̩͓̬̯͔̥̗͗̈̑͆̌͊̔̌̓̂͌̃͛͝͝ȕ̸͔̈͒̄͒̏͒͋́̇̔̄͂̕͠r̷͇̈́̌̕͠ ̷̬̣͇̀͛͛̇͗̔͛͘N̸̡̩̞̋̑̎̌̈́̂̎̐̈́͐̄͐͘͠ḁ̸̜̠̺̘̥̹̫̳̮̾̅̚̚m̵̜̻͙̹͕͈̪̭̳̔̌̑́̐̌͂̕̚̚ȩ̵̘̹͎͖̗̾̆̅́̈́͋̋̀͋͜

̶̱̀̉̓̐͆̇́͐2̶̛̣̍̆͋̎̉̾́̓̀̀n̵̛̘̗̼͍̼͖̄̽͑͒̈́́͛͆̉̒̕͝ḑ̷͇͉̪͔̘̪̖̱̼͎͔̦̓̀̔̀̀̋̌͆̓̈́͛̄͘ ̴̢̲̹̠͒̌̑̊͠ͅp̴̟̏̓́̌̊͛̎̐͌́̋́̈́̓̾e̴̢̖͚̹̞̯̥͎̭̽͂ṟ̸̞̠̼͆̏̒̾́̔͛͌̎̂̐͝ş̸̨̡̢̩̬̹͕̞̞̘̙̯̊ơ̴̘̮̺̻̻̣̳̳͕̬̣̔̽͑͒̎̂͑̈́͋̂̏͜͠n̷̺̗̩̹̪̄͑̀̓̍̀͝ͅ'̷̞̫͚̠͆̀̀͐͋̈̐̓s̷̗͖͉̥̔͐̊̋̐̕ ̶͔̟͕̗̠̦̼̱̯̯͐̈́P̴̤͓̝̲͈̘̠̳̤̭̘͕̫̆̈͗̂̆͠.̶͎̱̣̠̟͎͐̂̾͊̃̂̏̔̾̐̌͂̓̑͜͜͠O̸͍̜̻͙̪͈̓̓̅̌̌̾̚͝ͅ.̷͈͎͍̟̍̾͛́̔͂̎͗̄V̷͙̮͍͓̼̲̰̦̬̼̘̑̾͒̑͆̈́̈́̌̕͝

Warning the chapter contains self harm

You were walking back to the literature club, You heard someone saying " Ow!." It was coming from the other hallway. You turned to the hallway ' Is something hurt?.' There was a sharp inhale like someone was trying to fight the pain. It was coming from around the corner, you peaked around the corner to see Yuki holding a knife. His arm had bleeding cuts and he was staring at me. Suddenly, It felt like time restarted for a second. You were walking back to the literature club. You open the front door to the clubroom and Naruki was there. He pulls you away and you asked " Where are you taking me?." Naruki pulls out a piece of paper " This poem is really important. So read it carefully okay Y/N?." You nodded, Naruki hands you the poem...

I don't know how else to bring this up. But there's been something I've been worried about. Yuki has been acting kind of strange lately. You've only been here a few days, so you may not know what I mean. But he's not normally like this. He's always been quiet and polite and attentive...things like that.

Okay... This is really embarrassing, but I'm forcing myself to suck it up. The truth is, I'm REALLY worried about him. But if I try talking to him, he'll just get mad at me again. I don't know what to do. I think you're the only person that he'll listen to. I don't know why. But please try to do something. Maybe you can convince him to talk to a therapist.

I've always wanted to try being better friends with Yuki, and it really hurts me to see this happening. I know I'm going to hate myself later for admitting that, but right now I don't care. I just feel so helpless. So please see if you can do something to help. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I'll make you cupcakes if I have to. Just please try to do something.

As for Moniko... I don't know why, but he's been really dismissive about this. It's like he just wants us to ignore it. So I'm mad at him right now, and that's why I'm coming to you about this. DON'T LET HIM KNOW I WROTE THIS!!!! Just pretend like I gave you a really good poem, okay? I'm counting on you. Thanks for reading.

You looked up and Naruki's face was gone and white. He grabs the poem from your hand and rips it " I change my mind. Ignore everything you read." You asked " Naruki? What's wrong with you?." Naruki said " Isn't it obvious?. Yuki and I are too messed up for someone as wonderful as you." You took a step back, Naruki said " Don't be scared Y/N. Moniko won't hurt you." Naruki pressed You against the wall.  You said " What the heck is wrong with you?!."

 Naruki said "̴̨̠̻̻̰͌̃͑ ̸̧̡̺͉̤̼̬̦̳̏̐̈́̈́̒̈́́̒̏̒̑͠͝͝͠J̵̧͍͓̝̫̳͊ứ̴̡̖̯̬̥͕̰̲̞̜͙̠̫̫͖̆̋s̸̢͍̼̼̻̫̲̽t̴̢̹̳̞̙̜̣̲̺̬̼͚͉̪̉͂͊̽͒̇͂̈̌̊̍́͘͠ ̵̛̳̙̱͕̩͉̟̜̦̩̩̲̆́͗͂͊̏̂̽̐͛̆̇̑̚ͅt̴͖̠̝̭̬̹̞̜̙̜̗̘̦̭͋͑͌h̵̪͓̀̀̅̆̀̃̿̈́̚͘̚͝i̶̧̡͇̥̺̪̓͝ņ̵̲͕̝͇̍͆̑̋̈̆̐̾ķ̴̣̞̹̘̀͒̈̍̑̾̏̀̄ ̸͇̣̗̤͕̭̩̦̲̿̾̈́͆͊̂̐̌͂͝ò̶̢͎̭̟̻̫̮̞̼̙̦̩̲̺̌̊̑͌̊̅̍̐f̴̞͇̬̄̐̀̓̄͋̍͂̆̆̈́͝͝ ̵̩͗̀̋̉̓͂̔̍̈́̀͝M̸̝̖̫̘̘͍̝̮͈͋̓̌̈̄ō̸̺̓̈͒̃͐͘̚̚͜͝n̶͉͍̹̱̂̔̽̈̅͊̽̽̽͝i̴͎̠̞͋́̿͊̉̇̆̀̒͛́͋͋͝͠k̶̛̺̈́͒͑̀͂̆̈̀̍̓̿̾͂͌ô̴͔̜͈͎̘̰̫͉̹̮̜̮̹̩̾̏̏́̓͝ͅ ̶̨̢͉̬̝̗̦̮̎̀͑̓̒̌̌̅̔̎̅͗͘͝͝f̸͇͇̺̖̔̉́̂̿̄͗͐̀̃͘͘͜͠ō̸͍̞̩̘̱̱̪̖͇̺͛́͗͜͜r̷̡̨̢̩̞͈̱͚͖͚̻̬̦̅͐̓̀̎͐̀͝ ̸̨̗͎̮͕̰̣̪̤̩͕̥̻̓n̵͈̫͍̞̪̻̝̬̤̫̗̂̋̆̇͌̓̑̋̔̍̄̅͐͜͝ǫ̶͕̗̠͍̪͔͙̝͐̆̔̈́̿̓̉́̃̃̽͗̑̚w̵̧̧͍͓͉͔̗̰̺̜̺̮̣͂́͆͑̋̈́̍́̇͜ ̶̢̧̡̳̮̬̫̤̗̊̈́́̆̌͘ŏ̵̤͈̞̲̞̜͕̫̠̠̥̼̎̐̔͛̒͝ñ̷̳̗̞̯̮͎̭̤͔.̷̛̠͕̮̤͉͍̆̎͒̃̉̑̉͘͝͠"̵̢̨̢̼͎͕̗̲͙̘̖̖̤̐̀̿͆̕ ̷̨̬̥͈͎͎͇͍̈́͠

J̸̘͇̝͇̣̫͈́͜͜ú̴̡̢̲̞͖̜͔̖̫̫s̷͔̤̪͚͕̼̗͎͉͉̩̒̀̑̈́̈́̏̑͊͒̂̾̊͘̕͜͝ţ̵̡̞̙̤͖̯̱̗̠̖̤̥̦̈͒̆́͂̓͂̂̋͋̄̈͜ ̷̢̲̱͙̦͎̟̹̓̃͜M̴̧̨̖͉̩̲̯̗̞͙̦̰̏̍̊͛̂̆͛̇̈́̀͘͜͝͝ͅŏ̵̢̠̜̟͕͚͜n̶͕̗̉͑̐̓͒̇͑͝i̴̝̮̦̓̊̍̈͋͑̽̀͂̚ḱ̶͍̥̼̼̱̘̹͙͎̘͙̳̙̳ơ̶̡̛̪͍͈̳̬͚̣̠̬̺͍͑̓̈́͆̅̕

J̸̘͇̝͇̣̫͈́͜͜ú̴̡̢̲̞͖̜͔̖̫̫s̷͔̤̪͚͕̼̗͎͉͉̩̒̀̑̈́̈́̏̑͊͒̂̾̊͘̕͜͝ţ̵̡̞̙̤͖̯̱̗̠̖̤̥̦̈͒̆́͂̓͂̂̋͋̄̈͜ ̷̢̲̱͙̦͎̟̹̓̃͜M̴̧̨̖͉̩̲̯̗̞͙̦̰̏̍̊͛̂̆͛̇̈́̀͘͜͝͝ͅŏ̵̢̠̜̟͕͚͜n̶͕̗̉͑̐̓͒̇͑͝i̴̝̮̦̓̊̍̈͋͑̽̀͂̚ḱ̶͍̥̼̼̱̘̹͙͎̘͙̳̙̳ơ̶̡̛̪͍͈̳̬͚̣̠̬̺͍͑̓̈́͆̅̕

J̸̘͇̝͇̣̫͈́͜͜ú̴̡̢̲̞͖̜͔̖̫̫s̷͔̤̪͚͕̼̗͎͉͉̩̒̀̑̈́̈́̏̑͊͒̂̾̊͘̕͜͝ţ̵̡̞̙̤͖̯̱̗̠̖̤̥̦̈͒̆́͂̓͂̂̋͋̄̈͜ ̷̢̲̱͙̦͎̟̹̓̃͜M̴̧̨̖͉̩̲̯̗̞͙̦̰̏̍̊͛̂̆͛̇̈́̀͘͜͝͝ͅŏ̵̢̠̜̟͕͚͜n̶͕̗̉͑̐̓͒̇͑͝i̴̝̮̦̓̊̍̈͋͑̽̀͂̚ḱ̶͍̥̼̼̱̘̹͙͎̘͙̳̙̳ơ̶̡̛̪͍͈̳̬͚̣̠̬̺͍͑̓̈́͆̅̕

 J̸̘͇̝͇̣̫͈́͜͜ú̴̡̢̲̞͖̜͔̖̫̫s̷͔̤̪͚͕̼̗͎͉͉̩̒̀̑̈́̈́̏̑͊͒̂̾̊͘̕͜͝ţ̵̡̞̙̤͖̯̱̗̠̖̤̥̦̈͒̆́͂̓͂̂̋͋̄̈͜ ̷̢̲̱͙̦͎̟̹̓̃͜M̴̧̨̖͉̩̲̯̗̞͙̦̰̏̍̊͛̂̆͛̇̈́̀͘͜͝͝ͅŏ̵̢̠̜̟͕͚͜n̶͕̗̉͑̐̓͒̇͑͝i̴̝̮̦̓̊̍̈͋͑̽̀͂̚ḱ̶͍̥̼̼̱̘̹͙͎̘͙̳̙̳ơ̶̡̛̪͍͈̳̬͚̣̠̬̺͍͑̓̈́͆̅̕

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