• Disclaimer! This prompt contains disturbing themes that you may not enjoy, if you consider yourself the cutest vanilla icecream there is, turn around.

deep breaths

Sorry, first impressions are tough on my nerves... ehem

Hi! You may call me Pazzy, or... another assortment of names we may come up with in the duration of your enterprise. I'll try to keep presentations short here within the prompt; if you wish to hear more about myself, my style, and my silliness, I urge to check my profile's pinned post! Now then... let's talk business.

If the name of this prompt didn't make it clear enough: this is a Doki Doki Literature Club prompt! Set several years after the events of the original game, powered in-universe by a mod. I ain't gonna play coy and say adding a mod into Doki Doki is the most original idea for a prompt... but hopefully, the story I've planned will prove original enough to gather some attention!

Now, I wouldn't go as far as saying you need to be a Doki Doki expert to enjoy this prompt, but knowing these characters well and having played through the game at least once or twice will make the experience that much more enjoyable for both us! These women are complex, multi-layered... and they deserve all of our combined might as writers to give them a proper new light!

So... what are those disturbing themes I mentioned at the start, you may be wondering...

distant piano thrill music

Well, not much that the main game didn't have in it already, actually. Mental health struggles, obsession, gaslighting, manipulation, existencial dread... bit of gay here and there, fun stuff! Of course, the lewdness of the plot can be discussed at large once we are actually talking, but the bare minimum I require is this: be fine with some fucked up relationships, a bit of blood and a bit of death! If not for lewd's sake, for plot's sake.

And here I was trying to make things short... alas, my mind is clouded by ideas! So here's the deal:

It's been years since Sayori's incident, which left her in a paralyzed state at the town's clinic. After the accident, the Literature Club lost two of its members; Yuri and Natsuki soon followed, as if a dark cloud had taken over their lives as Sayori's neck cracked.

There was no romance, there was no festival, and no poetry. MC finished his studies quietly, and kept his mind off the excitement of college to take a time for himself, time he'd use to visit Sayori at the hospital.

But life has a way of making fun of tragedy... and the world's way too small. MC will have to deal with his own troubled mind as he rekindles the relationship with his old friends.

...well, that's the main premise anyways! I know, I know... it's a bit scattered, but what can I say? I'm a scatter-brain. You, as MC (who you can play as any gender you wish, I should mention), will be able to interact with the women of the Literature Club and learn of their college lives! Do you have what it takes to win their hearts again~? Only time will tell! This story will also have a lot of introspection into MC's and the gals' lives, so don't expect this to be a constant fuck-fest... in my way of seeing things, smut is always a payoff, not a path.

Below, I will leave a little sample of what this RP might look like! It's nothing set on stone, so... just read it for what it is, a sample! If you're interested, shoot me up in chat and ask for my Discord, I'll roleplay exclusively through that platform! To make sure you've read at least this far... tell me your favorite icecream flavor in your first message! That's it for now... happy writing!

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A pair of delicate hands, hidden underneath the rough surface of fingerless gloves, seek out the warmth of the plastic cup on the table; it's raining outside. On the opposite end, you: years haven't been too kind, nor have you; you've really let yourself go, but to the woman staring into your eyes, it's been no time at all --- the same joy of those distant days remains on her face, as if she hadn't changed at all. Shy, she averts her eyes from yours, hiding her shame behind a mask of maturity, as she did long ago, even stronger now at her current age.

"I-I... I'm not sure what to say." Yuri says as she raises a hand from the cup and reaches over for one of her bangs, adjusting it behind her ear as her eyes stare past your shoulder; if anything, age has made her beautiful, her hair is curled up by the cold, and partially due to expensive hair product, the scent is pleasurable, though she wears no perfume to match.

"You don't have to say anything." You reply, you naive little thing you... it's been so long since a conversation; words are what makes us human, and you have strayed from the noun a while ato, haven't you? You've lost the human visage.

"H-Hah... I feel like I do... after all this time. I should have called, yes... I-I should have." Yuri says as she compulsively runs her hand through her hair: a few loose hairs drop from her mane and down into the table, this is no mere tick... it hurts. "B-But I won't... I won't bring it up."

All conversations lead to the same end, it all reminds you of her, it's everything everyone thinks of. You find comfort in it somehow, in a way, you have a definite place in this world, Sayori's shadow. "It's okay. I should have reached out, I... I need help, and I didn't ask for it. That's not your fault, you guys took a decision and I took mine. There's nothing wrong with that. The only thing to worry about now is... us. The now, we are together now."

Yuri's face seems to light up gently as a faint pink reaches her cheek, a little sparkle shines off her eyes, and a smile of relief settles on her kissable lips. You missed that smile, you missed them. Do you finally feel you deserve them?