[S] Selection Day (Green)

>*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
>Your eyes instantly fly open as the sound of your alarm clock rips you from your slumber.
>*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Jeez okay okay! I get it!"
>You fumble around and finally find the blasted contraption.
>*BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-
>Finally the buzzing stops, giving your ears some respite.
>You sit up in bed and stretch your arms, letting out a big yawn.
>It's that time of the month again.
>'Selection day.'
>Something to look forward to.
>Not!
"Greeeeeat.."
>Just another day filled with disappointment.
>Bittersweet thoughts.
>Something akin to being a child with a piece of candy, only to have it snatched away before you can take a bite.
>You throw your legs over the side of the bed and shift your feet around the floor, searching for your blue bunny slippers.
"Might as well get ready."
>First thing's first. Breakfast.
>You amble into your kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal.
>It tastes bland. At this point everything does.
>You sigh heavily in between spoonfuls of Colonel Munch's wholegrain boulders.
>The sky outside looks about as grey as every.
>Sure the sun is shining as bright as can be but, that changes nothing.
>It all just feels so cold to you now.
"Just another dumb day I guess."
>You have to keep going though.
>For him.
>For him.
>For.. Him..
>Who is he, really?
>You know everything you can about him, but you don't really know who 'he' is.
>Well..
>His name is Anon. Such a pretty name, right?
>You've been in love with him for as long as you can remember.
>Madly enamoured by his very existence.
>Just thinking of him fills you with the most warmth you've felt in years.
>He's not from this reality.
>See, you're part of the Dokimension. Meanwhile he's in some other dimension called the 'Promised land.'
>'Selection day' takes 12 girls from the Dokimension and transports them safely to Anon's world.
>It's... Actually really weird now that you think of it.
>Why are their only four types of girls and millions of clones of these four? Meanwhile their's billions of unique Anons.
>Thinking about it drives you completely nuts, so you settle for remaining ignorant.
>You realise you've been spooning milk into your mouth for a while now.
>Standing up and throwing your dishes into the sink with a loud clatter you make for the stairs. Returning to your bedroom.
>It's nicely decorated, but incredibly messy.
>A large stuffed animal sits at the edge of your bed.
>You open your closet and pick out a nice sunflower yellow dress.
>Not wanting to wear your usual red bow, you settle for a messy ponytail.
>You finish getting dressed and start running through your hygiene.
>Quick splash of water to the face, brushed teeth and flossed for good measure.
>You might be a messy girl but hygiene is important!
>You pop your head back into your bedroom momentarily and check the alarm clock.
>08:30
>You have half an hour to leave and arrive at the towns meeting centre.
>But there's one last thing you need to do.
>A tradition, of sorts.
>You walk downstairs and turn down the hallway. Stopping at a smaller door in the side of the staircase.
>You open it and enter, closing the door behind you.
>The feeling of claustrophobia instantly grips you tightly.
>There's a chair, you sit down.
>On the wall in front of you, there's a huge tally chart. Tons of black strokes cover the unpainted wall.
>You pick up a marker from the floor and draw another one on.
>At this point you've lost count.
>You sigh heavily once more, and look up.
>Above you hangs a piece of rope. Forming a noose.
"Let's hope for the best today, old friend."
>At this point, the rope is your only real friend. It's the only one really willing to help when things go south.
>You sit for a while.
>Eventually you stand up and exit the closet.
>Time to leave.

>You exit your house and lock the door behind you. Dropping your keys into a small handbag you have with you.
>As you make your way down the path a familiar voice calls out to you.
>"Hey! Sayori!"
>You don't look up. She's probably calling out to someone else anyway.
>"Hey, dweeb. I'm talking to you!"
>You hear angry footsteps trace up the path towards you. Suddenly a pink haired figure enters your vision.
>It's a Natsuki.
>A quick glance at the code on her bare arm reveals she's number #42940.
>You look up and force your usual cheery smile.
"Hiya Natsuki!"
>"You walking with anyone else?"
"Nah, I've got no one to walk with anyway."
>"Well.. We could walk together."
>You shrug. Any company is welcome company you guess.
>The two of you take off.
"I'd like that."
>"Let's go then. We have a big day ahead of us.
"Tell me about it, excited?"
>"You beat your messy little head I am!"
"That makes two of us then."
>Natsuki smiles up at you.
>There's an obvious spring in her step, something usually reserved for you but.. Not today.
>What might seem like an exciting day to her is just another thing on the list of things to dread for you.
>Oh well.
>Before long the two of you make it to the meeting place.
>After getting your way past the security checks you enter the main hall.
>The room is filled almost to bursting with hundreds of girls, all lined up in neat rows and columns.
>Separated into four groups depending on the girl.
>"See you around!"
>Natsuki bumps a fist into your arm and skips off.
>You join the back row of the 'Sayori' group and wait for the proceedings to begin.
>Soon enough, they do.
>The four "main Dokis" appear on stage and, after a brief speech from the main Monika about what today means for Dokikind. The process begins.
>The main Yuri steps forward and lifts the mic to her chin. Reading from a piece of paper.
>Her soft voice filling the room with a hint of tranquility. Soothing the nerves of anxious girls or taming the eagerness of the over-hyped.
>You honestly don't understand how any of these girls can have anything but contempt for the 'Selection day.'
>"Today's selected Dokis are as follows."
>"Monika#39243
>"Monika#59356
>"Monika#22613
>"Yuri#48009
>"Yuri#59876
>"Yuri#27048
>"Natsuki#48065
>"Natsuki#42940
>"Natsuki#22358
>"Sayori#12396
>"Sayori#38465
>"And finally, Sayori#49057
>"Thank you."
>Time seems to come to a halt entirely as you raise your arm.
>#52606
>...
>Nothing new.
>The world around you drowns out, cheering and screaming girls becoming a garbled mess of sound.
>Everything becomes a blur around you. Only one thought races through your mind.
>"Tired."
>"Just... Tired..."
>You start walking.
>Slowly.
>You leave the building alone.
>You walk home alone.
>You sit down at your kitchen table, alone.
>Alone.
>You feel void.
>Like the entirety of your insides just vanished into thin air.
>You feel empty.
>And cold.
>Freezing, even.
>You can't take it anymore.
>You can't live like this anymore.
>Is it really worth it?!
>Is getting to meet him going to make everything better?
>No.
>He'll probably hate you.
>He'll see you for the truly sad, broken mess you are.
>He'll know exactly what demons sit on your shoulders.
>Why burden him with that.
>In the extremely minute chance he even gives you the time of day. Why ruin his life with your problems?
>It wouldn't do him any good to have you leeching off of him like a toddler.
>All because you can't get over your fucking feelings!
>He'd be better off without you.
>He'd be better off if he never has to look at you.
>You stand up with enough force to send the chair flying.
>For his sake.
>You enter the hallway and open the closet door. Entering it and shutting it behind you.
>For his sake.
>He's better off this way.
>You place a foot on the wooden chair and follow with your other.
>For his sake.
>He's better off this way.
>He's better off this way.
>He's.. Better off..