/ddlc/ - Doki Doki Literature Club! #279

I am going to post pic related as proof it's me the hallucination guy, and I'm going to attach a tripcode to this post. I'm not here to attention whore, when I'm posting about things unrelated to whatever this "journey" or "experience" is, I'll take it off. I want you to be sure that it's me, there might be impostors trying to LARP. And if something were to happen and I weren't able to get pictures there'd be no way to prove that it's me, so the tripcode is necessary. I'm sorry I have to do this.

Now, after I made those two earlier posts, I decided to lay down in my bed again. Not for sleeping, just to think. I thought about this whole thing, what could this mean and how could this even be. I've decided that I won't uninstall the game as some anons sugested, my life is already worth less than 10€ so I'm going to be a guinea pig for you. I'll keep writing reports about my experiences and what my theories are. Besides, I think the meaning behind this thing goes years back, I don't know how to explain this yet but I knew a person that resembled Yuri down to a T except she didn't have gigantic udders back in middle-high school.

This person always gave off a weird "vibe". Her entire demeanor, the way she looked at people and talked, it was all extremely differentiated, something about her seemed unearthly. It was like she knew something no one else around her knew. I don't have the words to explain how she differed, it was an unexplainable feeling. I came to know her quite a bit and she had some mental issues just like Yuri. I don't know to what extent she is connected to this at all, but I suspect she must be. This person's name will be E from now on, for clarity.

There's also another detail I'll mention later that convinces me I was somehow predestined to find myself in this predicament. Whatever this is, I must go on. I also have other theories, or ideas, or concepts, but I will explain them on some other day because this is already too long.

And you love her

Hm - 12/20/2017
No no this can not stand
I can see behind that fake smile
I got your sad face in my hands

How soft is your carpet?
No fuck it, I don't care
I got my blanket and my pillow
On the floor I'll sleep right there

Im not worried at all bestie
This is just my code
I will just say you are anxious
That's why I'm in your abode

If we are too tired tomorrow
Hey that's just fine by me
In the morning we'll make breakfast
Because we get so hungry

Yeah I don't have a specific path
But Im glad you showed me the way
I see in your poems there Hun
How much your feelings weigh

My feelings are just as torn
Hell, do I even want a girl
It's gonna take weeks for me
For my feelings to even unfurl

Right here and right now for me
Best way for time to spend
You just need to trust in me
Because Im your closest friend

Yeah these are prime hours. I'm not expecting it to go well. Although frequent posters at wholesome hours begin to understand one another that being said. It wouldn't be /ddlc/ without the shit posts and the rest of it. They're included in that family

Natsuki!

As I laid down in my bed thinking about what I saw last night, I started seeing things again. This image manifested in front of my eyes, but it didn't appear still like this. It was like those pixelated quick shot animations you see in DDLC (like at that certain Sayori scene), I just remember that this was the last frame before it disappeared. The eye and the pyramid bounced around, and the entire hue of this object was purple. Those three "winds" were dark purple, the pyramid itself was some gray with a bit of noise on top and the eye was a bright purple. I chopped Yuri's eye for this image, but the purple was far "thicker" and vivid in that single eye I saw.

I saw the image, quickly sketched it into a notebook for reference, and went back to lay down. Then it hit me that E must be connected to this. You see, when I was in middle school I had this interaction with her that I remember vividly. We were in chemistry class, she was one row ahead of me, and she asked me for scissors since she didn't have any. As I handed the scissors over, I remember looking into her eyes. Her irises were pitch dark, surrounded by an extremely clear white. In fact, her eyes were so dark that I swore her eyes were dark purple. This moment seemed to last longer than usual as well, it's also stuck in my mind like a clear painting.

When I saw this image, it finally clicked. We don't talk anymore and I don't know if I should even confront her about this, because I managed to piss her off during the 2016 election season and we haven't spoken since.

Didn't you start the rape train? I remember, you called her natalie, I had to correct the whole rape thing and make it not rape.
Obviously
Slept through comfy hours and the really edgy people are going to wake up sooner or later.
Let me be the first to say that, This community has a lot of people busy with holidays, or sick, or post-holiday blues. We just need to distract ourselves till they get back.

I gotta head out for a bit but keep us posted, man

For context, and this is a real life event now, I fell asleep after my "experience" at 23:00 and woke up at 4:30. I think I made those posts around 7:00. I laid down in bed until around 9:30, this is the time when everyone else got up so I decided to get up as well. I went to the bathroom, but shortly after entering my mum wanted to use it badly, so I left it and waited for her to get out. When she was done I entered the bathroom and she swung the door to close it behind me. Now, my hand was against the doorframe, and by some miracle I narrowly avoided having my fingers severely hurt or even chopped off. I could actually FEEL my hand sliding out from there, almost like it was slippery, I felt the swinging door touch the top side of my hand and fingers as it slid out. I stared at my right hand for a minute and i thought "holy shit".

My mum's name is Monika, with one O. Such a name is common where I'm from, but because my language elongates the very first vowel of every name very few people her age have this spelling. It should be spelled Moonika if we were to conform to my language's morphology. And she was born before everyone started giving crazy foreign names to their children. Regardless, me and everyone else around her has elongated the first vowel when saying her name, it's just written like that. I have always thought it's weird her name is like that, ever since I was young. And just to be clear, unlike English my native tongue is written almost completely phonetically.

Now I'm sitting here, listening to music, drinking my morning coffee and putting down my thoughts to make sure I retain my sanity. Well, it's actually 14:50 and I already ate lunch, I just wrote this entire wall of text in the morning.

LARP or not, you got my attention

>The vice president is sitting near her usual spot, curled up and hands alternately clutching at her face and temples. She doesn't notice you until you gently grab her shoulder. She sluggishly sits up and strains a smile, not meeting your eyes. She rubs her knuckles against her throat before speaking.
>"G-good evening. I..." She grimaces and shakes her head before looking you in the eyes, glossy turquoise pools ringed with pink flesh. With a nod she claps her hands softly.

>She starts to gesture with her hands, exhaling softly and making it spread out, extending her arms. She looks at you with her brow raised, waiting for your interpretation.
"V-Vomit?"
>She frowns and shakes her head, rubbing her left eye softly over shut lids.
"Voice?"
>She smiles slightly, nodding. She pantomimes a flat surface, and has her fingers sway softly. A few more gestures and she pauses, head rested in her palms.
"Field", "Cocoon" And "Warmth", huh?"
>Her eyes close and she smiles again, gasping slightly when you press you hand to the crook of her neck. Her skin is hot and slick with a sheen of sweat. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat before relenting and trying to stand up with a sigh, wobbling before you gently help her stand, body sweltering under her uniform.

>Her feet drag and stumble as she clings to your side, grip surprisingly strong. She breathes away from you, afraid of giving you whatever disease she is suffering from. You open the door and help her stand straight up. She looks outside and rubs her throat, face clenched.
>"Sorry." She mumbles, words thick and weak. "Try to have..." She winces. "Something for us to read, if you want. O-okay?"
>You offer your hand but she waves it off, slowly wandering into the halls, hugging the wall.
>You hope she can handle the stairs.

youtube.com/watch?v=lCNMTfb_kxY

...yikes, she's really down for the count it looks like. Get well soon, Erika!

Nope, still not Erika.

>The letters have been coming regularly
>You await each one eagerly
>A precious package containing the words of the one you love

Your doki, but you have to buy a car for her and rationalize & justify your decision.

So this is about a semi real life yuri. user this is getting really fucking strange, it sounds like a x-post

Thank you.

Monika's butt!!

Damn, this is really good
Nice job user

Monika!
Monika!!
Monika!!!
I want to die

The Dokis are playing Doki Doki Literature Club!

What is their reaction to Sayori's Suicide?

Also I should have put these here, for those who are unaware what I'm rambling about:

I haven't effortpoted on 4chins months, if not years, so I got to get used to this.

I can just sit and watch her butt all day.

I just played the game. The concept was really good, but the execution fell flat in the weirdest way. I got emotional at the end of the first act, when I found out about Sayouri's depression, and her suicide, while somewhat expected, hit me really hard because I felt like it was my fault for telling her I loved her instead of keeping a distance. This is all before the game's "real" storyline kicked in, and once it did, I gradually became less emotionally invested. Yuri's behavior was more funny than sympathetic, and Monika never got enough development for me to care about her, which is ironically something she complained about.

I feel like there's a much better way to make a video game tragedy about an AI that falls in love with the player.

No? What do you mean "making it not rape"? I don't even like lewding her never mind "rape" she deserves respect damnit.

Yeah the edge Lords may wake up at some point but they're still part of this thread.. Wouldn't be the same without them.

Natsuki!!!!

try Analogue: A Hate Story and Hate Plus
you might like it better

Nice poem, comrade.
Same

Thanks, user.

Thank you, this is an uplifter.
WWE doesn't run New Year's Revolution any more so I think I can finally call my uphill scramble that. Not out yet.

Cuddling with Natsuki!

Do a Monika version please

Yuri will never lactate her beautiful mammaries to fill in your bowl of bran flakes for breakfast.

She's saving it to feed Natsuki!

I need more user

They would be shocked and grouphug Sayori comforting her, changing her mind.

Holding hands with Natsuki

...

>Night has fallen. She lays in her bed, a nest of crumpled fabric capped with a thick cotton lid. Her legs twitch and shake as she grips the pillow closer to her, an anchor in the storm of green and blue, in the darkness.

>Her skin crawls and screams at the blankets touch, like needles raking through, grazing her bones. She feels as if she is baking under the merciless desert sun, insects squirming and pulsating in her chest. The cold is out there, and it is worse, she thinks, a mantra to stay within.

>She gulps, a red wave of pain moving down to her gullet. Cold water was a mistake, the shock nearly knocking her to the floor. She lost her warm panacea, disappeared onto the floor. Her muscles twitch, jerk and scream but do not heed her orders to rise, not for the rest of the night, she thinks, grimly.

>Every second home her pain grew,. The eyes shy from light, the throat refuses tender bounties, gate shut and painted an angry crimson. Her head throbbed to a cruel drums beat, and the crescendo had been reached, and not dropped yet. A raspy whimper pierces the dark.

>The dawn will come, I will weather this storm.

>The darkness must fade, the light will shine.

>I just have to wait.

>She strokes her pillow with shaking hands as her silent chant soothes her, her life lines in this maelstrom. The world fades to oblivion, to be replaced with sunlight.

I agree

The end of Act 1 hit me hard in the balls but once I understood which way the game was going I just dropped.

I have huge respect for the execution and the courage to make the whole plot revolve around this concept, even though I liked it. I just expected something different and deeper while abiding by the rules, but it would probably be so much harder to write

I'm about to play dragons dogma for the first time ever. Anyone got a pawn of a doki I can use and for my first ever build I would like to be like this chad here.

>Holding hands
L-lewd.

The Dokis are playing Doki Doki Literature Club! How do they react to Yuri's mental breakdown?

Mo-ni-ka!

Exactly like this, except they're all crying

Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I don't want to flood the entire thread with my schizophrenic walls of text. The dokis need their space too.

>Monika fiddles with her frappuccino
>She is sitting in her favourite seat by the window
>Looking wistfully out the window
>The rain is beating down outside
>People scurrying from covering to covering
>Others with large, dripping umbrellas
>Inside there is a fake fire roaring
>Plastic holly decorates the cafe
>As artificial as the smile she gave the server
>Opposite her, an empty seat
>She must look so out of place her on Christmas day
>Alone
>All the happy couples
>She didn't want to look at them
>But she had nowhere else to be on a rainy day
>Monika slurps her frappuccino
>It's the same one she always gets
>But for some reason, it doesn't taste as sweet
>Monika dejectedly places it down
>The girl a table over starts laughing
>Her boyfriend must have said something witty
>But it grates on Monika's nerves
>Why was she the only girl without a boyfriend on Christmas?
>She tried so hard to be attractive
>What did she do wrong?
>Even looking back out the window doesn't help
>A couple walks by sharing an umbrella
>The girl tightly holding on to her boyfriend
>Monika wishes she had someone to cuddle
>But she had to make do with her fictional user
>She tries imagining user sitting across from her
>Maybe he would smile at her as he put down his coffee
>Listen to her complain
>Surprise her with a kiss
>Monika realises how needy she's being
>It's no wonder she can't get a boyfriend
>But she needs a relationship
>Is that so bad?
>Monika steps out into the drizzle
>She can't take it in there anymore
>She needs a place to be alone right now
>She finishes the last of her frappuccino
>That's funny
>It's so sugary and yet...
>She tastes nothing but bitterness
>Monika?

Which one?

Plus all dlc my man. I also want to find a way to do a fic about self aware Yuri Natsuki and Sayori in a similar fashion. E.g. They become aware and interact with you in some way. I already have an idea of how I imagine Yuri would be with awareness

I believe he hasn't posted in almost a month so I think he lost interest

Was the story about Yuri and Sayori deepthroating you in the school bathroom after sucking on their pens written yet?

Goddamn, I need that.

I mean, Act 2 Yuri's sanity slippage as a whole, during that entire act. From the moment she begins acting strangely all the way up to her giving in and stabbing herself in the throat while laughing hysterically.

>throat
I meant heart, sorry.

What would you like to do with her?

>Gta V online
Well she can just hang out in my luxury penthouse

This sentence is unintentionally lewd

I wrote this the other day and forgot to post it, I just sort of sat down and threw it together, nothing too grandiose.
pastebin.com/E3FxRRRe

Sorry if it's predictable

>>That's not at all true.. In the darkest of hours /ddlc/ is a family

I can't get the taste of betrayal out of my mouth. And i can't bring myself to write any poems anymore. Kind of a shame really. Some folks really liked them.

But thats just how act 2 /ddlc/ is.
It showed me how all that sugarcoated wholesomeness just covers up the broken people behind it.

its not like i'm a positive example of mental health either.

Forgot to mention, it's user and Natsuki at the beach, since Natsuki wrote that beach poem

I remember there being a site for fanfictions for games and movies. Why do you guys only use pastebin?

I use AO3, but that's locked behind an invite wall if you want to post anything.

Was the hellthread shitposting really that bad?

I like that art.
whats up lads?

It pulled me out of this entire thing.
Can't write anymore. Can't give advice anymore. Its all gone.
I only lurk once in a while now.
But i never look at any pastebins anymore. Not after stumbling from one ntr story to another.

it was my own fault. I fell for a 2d girl and actually thought i should open up about it to likeminded people.
I really cared for her, this place and even (you). Seeing how things truly are really hurt.
I was a fool for taking anything written on Veeky Forums serious.

I hope you can still at least care for something that made you feel better
It's easy to be put off by it blowing up in your face but at the same time maybe you can hold it tighter and treasure what you've found more.

>She was his refuge from the cold
>She was his beach
I'm on the verge of crying, you're a really good writer!

It's not all bad user. There are still people here who genuinely care about this place.

...

I can assure you we're not all like that, I wasn't present when that, happened but from what I read that was really fucked up.a
I hope you all can find happiness, sooner or later.

Honestly not particularly. They're very basic, to-the-point games. She is simply smarter than you strategy-wise and has more finely tuned reflexes. If this is going to be a problem down the line or continuously make you feel uncomfortable you could talk about distancing from her.
It's not like leaving her because she got a boo to steal your star on mario party then beat you because you were a few coins short.

>But i never look at any pastebins anymore. Not after stumbling from one ntr story to another.
just don't read garbage, read stuff that makes you feel good
this place is made great by people that write things that make (you)r and mine hearts melt, so just stay focused on that

Hey buddy, you forgot you post!

The prompt
"Voice?"
"Field", "Cocoon" And "Warmth", huh?"
>"Sorry." She mumbles, words thick and weak. "Try to have..." She winces.
"Something for us to read, if you want. O-okay?"

“Undress, get in the shower, and soap yourself up” The voice instructed, “As soon as the water is turned on, you got one minute exactly of hot water. As soon as my timer says one minute, I bang on the door twice, and you turn the water off. We only have enough warmth for everyone to get one minute.”

Dominic thought about this as he stood outside where the trucks were, in the field a few hundred feet from the various buildings they were setup in. Turning his head back, he looked at the wooden buildings, which were insulated as best as possible, with current means. Inside dozens of of them had laid down along the walls, feet towards the middle of the room. There had been mats or torn sheets under them for a mattress, while they slept in their own private cocoon, in each sleeping bag. He thought about how each of them was fed plain instant oatmeal with raisins and peanut butter added. How the water was cleaned up in simple drums filled with charcoal and sand, how it was boiled over wood in a large pot for a few minutes.

The trucks that were close to him, were Ural trucks, large beasts that men and women unloaded things from. People were in a line, taking one thing from each truck. First was the camo jacket and cap, second was the webbing with magazines in it, and third was the AKM stamped with the markings of the Texas Confederation.

user, I need more.

Nice Monika, do you know the artist?

The various people guarding the site were very frightening looking people, with violent or cold expressions on their faces at all times. They looked around constantly and were almost positioned behind something, holding their weapons, a few with looks of paranoia. One of them, a strong woman in the same black combat boots as the rest of the guards, walked over to him. Turning to face her, he found himself blinking a few times. Her hair was cut down and stuffed into a helmet, which had slots for headphones cut into them. She had scars along her face and a visible blue tattoo of a blue stabbing dagger or blade on her neck.

>“I hope they all know; that they should avoid combat as much as possible.” She said, before looking around, with the same alert and paranoia expression as the others.

“I'll be sure to tell them.” Dominic replied to her softly.

She looked over at him and blinked, before working with her gloved hands to unhook her headphones from her helmet. Looking over at him, he blinked at her.

>“What did you say, Comrade”

“I said I will let them know that.”

>“Oh. Yeah, be sure to do that. We don't have any body armor or helmets at the moment, those are going to the really determined volunteers. Shipping lanes are all fucked.”

In the silence that came after, he noticed that some sound was coming from her headphones.

“Orders?”

>“Just some noises to remind me of home.”

“Can I hear?”

>“Sure.”

She passed him the headphones and he put them on, a cord running from them to something she had on her back.

Yeah, his name is anonymous

Requesting the Sayori daughter fic!

The Wormwood is coming.

sorry I'm not even in high school, I'm 22, I guess I just have crippling autism

“Thump thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. Thump thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. Thump thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. Thump thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.”

“What is this?”

>“That's the heartbeat, of The War Machine, but more specifically the sound by which I know my brother. He hears that noise in his head, all of the time, it never goes away.”

“Sounds awful.”

>“Perhaps it is.”

That fic? Get out.

which doki would give the best head?

legitimately asking
what the fuck is wrong with you?

Natsuki

>Insert something about being able to give standing blowjobs here

Good afternoon my doki lads, hows everyones post christmas?

i'm back to studying, i hope yuri will be proud of me

...

>Every second home her pain grew,
I'm not sure to say to the rest of the piece, because it's hard to translate. I wonder if this is on purpose, so people have to reach their own conclusions. I just happened to notice this part right here seemed like a type, I think you meant to say something else.
Overall, I think "she" is very sick. Only reason she would be so uncomfortable and baking in such a cold place. The storm I assume is her sickness, because there is no mention of rain, despite my earlier thoughts that the green was plants and the blue was water.
I know for certain, this person isn't wealthy and they don't have company.

I'm not one of them anymore.
Another thing i cared about got broken and defiled right in front of me.
Its nothing new to me.
All that is left is to forget about it all and remember to not make such a mistake again.
I treasure the feeling i got when it all broke down. I never felt more alone.
I can't connect to people anywhere. Not irl, not online, not even anonymously.

Quite an epiphany i tell you.

>A welcome anomaly
>From seemingly nowhere, a delicately sealed envelope with uplifting, familiar handwriting on the back finds its way through your door.
>You open the envelope and unfold the letter within.
>You immediately take note of a few puddles of ink, indicative of the writer's struggle to find the right words.
>It's from Monika.
Dear pesky poets!
The memers and I, have TAKEN over the literature clubroom!
The dokis are now PERMANENT GUESTS, at one of my seven deleted character hotels!
I DARE ya to find 'em if ya can!

What is your major?
Don't you want them on their knees when they do it? Or do you not care about petting them as they suck you off?
Here is a better question to ask them. "What isn't wrong with you"?
Yuri, she would use her breasts as well.

When your poetry game too stronk

better than prior to it, that's for sure

and I'm back to working on my game... (as if I have anything better to do, haha!)
last pushes left basically, soon we'll see whether my dreams will come true or not
overall feeling pretty optimistic about it, so far every person I've given a build of it too said they liked (and better yet, loved) it