Meanwhile

There is a universe where your doki goes to sleep every night, dreaming of you and your reality.

Having fooled herself into playing the free game, Heartbeat Heartbeat Bookreading Association, she unwittingly fell in love with one of the game’s characters, you.

In this reality, you were one of the hhba’s members, and thus had your strengths and weakness explored in depth through the eyes of a player controlled girl mc.

Over time, your Doki became so infatuated with you, that she began thinking of you as more than a character in her game.

She began to think of you as a boy she needed to be with.

It began to hurt her, but not in an entirely sad way.

During one night of fuckery on the internet, your doki stumbled upon /hhba/, a general of threads on a videogame discussion website filled with individuals much like herself, all of whom had fallen for a character in this game, and all of whom were pained by their ‘anons’, as they had come to call them, not being there beside them.

Your doki had found a place where she could be that little bit closer to you.

Sating the pain of your absence from her life with forum posts and fanfiction became a ritual for her, each image she sees drawn of you brings her that little bit of warmth and solidarity that she seeks, while also inversely making you seem all that further away.

She now often ponders and contemplates how, if ever possible, she could reach you. An afterlife? Summoning Rituals? Breaking into government facilities and hijacking prototype teleportation technology?

Frustrated, your doki turns to wish fulfilment and fan fiction.

A great deal of fan-made content existed about you, art, stories, “green texts” and so. much. fucking. porn.

Initially it repulsed her, “How could they dare do this to him?”, she thought, “He only wanted to be in your life and you, you perverts abuse him like this!”, she would write and post.

Eventually however, much to her shame, she maybe once or twice succumbed to the occasional lewd fiction of the two of your or one or two saucy pictures.

She wasn’t proud of it, but at the same time, imagining these situations with you got her more exited than just about anything.

For the most part, however, she mainly stuck to reading the works of other users on the site, who would write fantastical and 'wholesome' scenarios involving her and you.

Sometimes you were a knight, defending her while questing across the land with her at your side.

Other times you were her loving husband, happily raising a family together with your loving support as a ever permanent presence in her life.

But the ones she enjoyed most of all merely involved you and her, together as a high school couple, on the threshold of the world.

You’re there for him, just as he’s there for you, ready to help her when she falls and comfort one another in your times of seemingly relentless hardship.

You imagine holding his hand and being held in his arms.

All these far fetched scenarios, she knows, can't be good for her mental health.

The light from her PC late at night had become her friend, as her sleep schedule seems to deteriorate more in order to spend increasing time on this site.

But, it isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Since you entered her life, she’d begun improving herself, exercising more often, learning a new language and so on and so forth.

She’d even picked up an instrument.

Occasionally though, the thought would cross her mind that she was toiling away, changing herself for a boy who wasn’t even real, and she would laugh at how pathetic it all seemed.

However, the slim chance that she may yet hear your voice, hold your hand and have you reciprocate her love drives her soul harder than any instinct of self preservation.

She longs, more than anything, to believe and hold out hope against hope that somewhere, somehow, you're there. Waiting and hoping just as hard as she is to finally meet.

For now, however, she spends her days and hours reading and writing fiction of the two of you, taking what little gratification it offers her.

After yet another post on the forum, your doki readies herself for sleep when a stray thought crosses her mind.

She recalls a ‘multiverse’ theory, one which proclaimed that every conceivable scenario had an entire reality dedicated to it. Timelines and possibilities stacking into the endless.

Your doki realises that if this were true, then there would be a reality where you were not only real, but waiting for her, just as she is you.

Having only had the thought of her in your life for a short while, yet longing ever more vigorously to hear her speak and hold her, in a way it's a drive which keeps you going through the Sisyphus-like monotonous drudge of your life without her.

But you're there, waiting for her, dreaming and fantasising about her just as much as she does on the inverse.

You’d be there posting on your version of the same forum, chatting to versions of the same anons, sharing versions of the same oc and writing.

And with a different version of the same lewds and embarrassing thoughts, much to your Dokis embarrassment at the thought of Pastebins she’s read and lewds she has saved.

Eheheh…

A much more uncomfortable thought of you doing, ahem, similar things with said lewds concerns her, but also somewhat flatters her.

She looks out her window into the infinite starry sky, and wonders if you’re out there, somewhere across the universes, staring back at her.

She feels a something, somehow, then and there, she's closer to you than she’s ever been.

She then glances at the clock and reasons that if you’re really out there, you’d probably want her getting a good night’s sleep.

She smiles gaily to herself, and that night dreams of you.