Trapped in The Wrong Promised Day (Part 1)

One day, you woke up.
You found yourself lying in a bed that wasn’t yours, in a room that looked unfamiliar, in a world that looked like it had been hand-drawn. Your alarm rung but it wasn’t the tone you set it at. You grabbed your phone only to find that it was a different model, one you didn’t recognize. You hop out of the bed and find yourself naked, save for a pair of humble white boxers. You move to the closet and find a set of formal clothing: a school’s uniform by the looks of it. You put it on, and you look around your room. The room itself is quite simple, there’s a computer and a couple of retro gaming consoles on a desk, next to a tall lamp and a mirror.
You creep over to the mirror, and as you do your figure comes into frame. Your body has changed into that of a high-school boy. Your body has become slender and lean, although your eye and hair color remain the same. You’re cleanly shaven, and you have a long, messy bowl cut on your head. Luckily, whoever or whatever did this to you decided to make you look somewhat decent, as the blemishes you used to have on your face have disappeared. You see no trace of any scars or dark circles under your eyes. Wow, you think to yourself, you actually look pretty nice.
Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door. “Anon!” A girl’s voice calls out to you. It sounds somehow, familiar. “I thought I had overslept, jeez Anon get up!”
Sayori bursts through the door, her face in a pout. “Anon, we’re gonna be late for school! Hurry up and finish getting ready!” Sayori walks up to you and fixes your tie. She runs her fingers through your hair, fixing the ruffled clumps of static formed by your unkept bedhead. You can’t help but stare as she licks her thumb and works at a strand of hair.
“What? Is there something on my face?” Sayori looks into your eyes. Her nose, a cute little button, just inches away from yours. Her soft breaths and her smell envelop you, her aroma forming a storm in your mind.
“Ah, nothing, sorry.” You look away, your cheeks burning. Sayori giggles. “You’re a lot shyer today than usual, ehehe~”
“A-Anyway, let’s get to school.” You quickly move past her, instinctively grabbing the bag on your computer chair. Sayori follows close behind, humming along the path to school.
The day drags on, but it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. It reminded you of your old classes somewhat, but that wasn’t what was on your mind. It was Sayori, someone who up until a couple of days ago was a completely fictional videogame character. Yet that same girl just fixed your tie and your hair this morning. You walked out of a house that was not your own, you regressed in age, and you went to what you assumed to be a Japanese high school. You tried to wrap your head around things, but it only made your head swirl.
“Anon… Anon!” Sayori appears in front of you, and you look up at her. “Jesus, you look like you’ve seen a ghost… anyway, have you thought about joining any clubs yet?” A small twinkle in Sayori’s eyes starts to flicker.
“Sorry Sayori, I haven’t thought of anything yet. I’ve had a lot on my mind today.”
“Well, if you haven’t picked any clubs out yet… I was wondering if you wanted to join the literature club! I’m the vice president, and one of the members made cupcakes!”
The words literature club rang in your ears. Wide eyed, you turned to Sayori. You grab her shoulders and stare deep into your eyes. She stares back flabbergasted and starts to wave her arms around. “Anon what are you doing I-“
“Sayori.” You shake her shoulders, and she cuts herself off with an “Eep!”
“I need you to tell me, who the president of the literature club is.”
“Um, it’s Monika, why?” Sayori gives you a concerned look, and wiggles free of your grasp. “You know, you’re acting really weird today, Anon.”
“Listen, I’ll show up, just, what’s the room number? I need some fresh air.”
Sayori’s face shifts from confusion to concern. “Are you alright? I can take you to the nurse’s office. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“No, I’ll be fine, just please give me some space right now.” You suppress the eruption brewing in your stomach and give Sayori a weak smile.
Sayori thinks hard for a bit but shrugs and smiles at you. “Well, you have been a little off today. The room number is 201. I hope you feel better.”
You push past Sayori and head to the courtyard. Your head swirls, swimming in tandem with the rhythm of your now upset stomach. Everything was starting to connect, and once you sit down on the bench outside of the school, everything starts to make sense.
You’ve been transported to the world of Doki Doki Literature Club.
“Gwuoohahaha! I see that you’ve finally figured it out!”
An extremely short man floats above you. His arms, no longer than a foot each, are caked in muscle as the man lies on a levitating pot of gold. He twirls a paper keychain between his fingers, and in his free hand he scratches the dirty 5 o’clock shadow on his face. Even though the man is floating, he still doesn’t reach your height, and only comes to about your chest.
You recognize him immediately. “Danlet?! What are you doing here, why am I here, did you do this to me?!”
“Relax, relax. I’ve decided to give you another chance.” A slow grin creeps across the leprechaun’s face as he speaks. “At a price, of course.”
He pops a gold coin in his mouth and starts gnawing at it. “I got a proposition for yeh, well, more like a decision, if ya will. I’ll give you the whole game to find and save yer Doki. If you can do it, you’ll be transported back to yer world with the lass of yer choice by yer side. If you can’t figure it out, well, let’s just say you’ll be stuck here for a while, guhehe. Ya got the whole game to make things right fer yerself, so it’s all up to you. Have fun!” A loud snicker can be heard as Danlet evaporates into smoke. You look to the palm of your hands. You think about what Danlet said, his sadistic nature forcing you into yet another game of his.
You grip your pants, squeezing your knees tight as you wrestle with the thought. “Fine,” you say to yourself. “I’ll play your game. But this time,” you stand up and look towards the sky, the images of four Dokis shining in the bright blue daylight.
“I’m going to win.”
PART 1 END