DDLC fanfic (WIP)

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Heads.

I take my pen and make another tally mark. That's the 98th time, now.
In a row.

I've been doing this for the past fifteen minutes.

I glance idly at the coin on my hand.

    > "...am I even doing this right?"

I'm pretty sure I am. But just to be sure, I take the coin and throw it against
a nearby wall.

It bounces off the wall and my forehead, flying up into the air before landing
on the table, perfectly in front of me.

Heads again, of course.

I'm fairly certain this is impossible. Or at least nearly so.

I check both sides of the coin. One side is heads, the other is tails.
The coin doesn't feel weird.

It's just another coin.

I set it down (heads up, of course), and check the time. It was about 7:50 when
I started messing around with the coin, school starts at 8, and it's about 10
minutes to and from school, so I should be late by now.

...of course, the big digital wall clock in front of me spells it out clearly:
It's 7:40.

I look down at my watch, which says it's 7:40.




Not really wanting to take my chances with faulty and/or convenient clocks,
I grab my things and head out the front door anyways.

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For some reason, as soon as I step out the front door, I'm hit with the
inexplicable urge to go and check in on my neighbor, first.

My feet take me out, past my front yard, then a door down, up the walkway, up to...



...an empty lot.

Wait. The hell am I even doing?
I don't have a neighbor. There's just an empty... um, house? Next to mine.

I'm pretty sure there was a house here. Not just an empty patch of grass.
I look up and down the street.

There's an otherwise unbroken string of houses lining the street in both directions.
And then this empty lot.

I stare at the lot in confusion, and slowly back away.


I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd remember whether or not I have neighbors. Right?
And they wouldn't leave one random patch of land empty in the middle of a nice
suburban neighborhood, right?

The fuck is going on with me, today?

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I'm busily walking towards a crosswalk, when a sudden thought strikes me:
Did I remember to bring all of my stuff with me?

I feel around in my pockets: my phone and wallet are both there-- and there's a
nice-looking ink pen in my pocket, too. One I don't remember owning.

I've got a bag with my other stuff in it too, of course, but I don't think

    > I see an annoying girl running toward me from the distance, waving her arms
    > in the air like she's totally oblivious to any attention she might draw to herself.

that I took anything out of it last night, so I should be fine there. Wait, what?

I look down the street. I, uh. I see _someone_ running down the street towards
me.

The first thing I think is 'annoying girl', but my mind draws a blank for her name.
She-- Her name was... her name was...

    > That girl is ?a??yaojc????, my neighbor

My head practically _explodes_ in pain; my eyes squeeze shut and my hand flies
to my forehead instinctively.

Thoughts somehow keep floating to the top of my head even through the pain.

    > and good friend since we were children.
    > You know, the kind of friend you'd never see yourself making today, but...

I stumble to the nearest wall and lean against it for balance. Even still, I have
a hard time keeping upright through the pain. What the hell am I even thinking
about? What the hell is with this headache?

I try to stay standing, but the ground feels like it's vanished from beneath my feet.

    > However, I just stop and idle in front of the crosswalk and let ?a??yaojc???? catch up to me.

The world cuts to black suddenly, and everything seems to fa

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    > The school day is as ordinary as ever, and it's over before I know it.

Something happens. The pain lets up suddenly. Reality returns.
I'm standing at the back of my last class of the day, somehow.

I look down at my watch. It's 3:05. I think.
I stare blankly at the wall, trying to get my bearings straight.
What _happened_ during the last seven hours?


For some reason, my mind keeps drifting back to one peculiar thought.

    > "Clubs..."
    > There aren't realy that interest me.


I manage to pick my feet up and start shuffling for the door.
Before I get halfway there, however, someone walks in.

For a second, she's strangely... 'out of focus', I guess. Like a blurred photo,
or a glitched screen. It passes, though, and I immediately recognize her.

    > "...Monika?"

She seems happily surprised, for some reason.

    > "Oh my goodness, I totally didn't expect to see you here! It's been a while, right?"

I'm not quite sure how to react to that.

    > "Ah... yeah, it has."

Her smile beams back at me sweetly. To be honest, it seems a bit weird for her
to be so enthusiastic about meeting _me_, of all people.

    > Monika was probably the most popular girl in class - smart, beautiful, athletic.
    > Basically, completely out of my league.
    > So, having her smile at me so genuinely feels a little...

I still can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, however.

I can feel my focus start to slip away, suddenly; drifting towards matters that,
at the moment, seem far more important to me than whatever's going on with Monika.
My mouth seems to go on autopilot.

    > "You're in the debate club, right?"
    > "Ahaha, about that..."

Seriously, what happened during the seven hours I lost? Did I pass out?
Was I sleepwalking, or something? Is that even possible?
Did anyone notice that something was wrong, while I was out?

Every question I ask seems to lead to a million others.

    > "Sure, I guess I could check it out."

Huh? Wait, what's going on? What did I just agree to?
Monika seems excited, for some reason. What just happened?

    > "You're really sweet, you know that?"

She turns to leave, and I suddenly find myself walking alongside her.
# And thus, today marks the day we sold our souls to Monika and her irresistible smile.

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