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Hello again, James_

Aww crap.

I have more control than you realized_

But…I ended it. I completed the fanfiction. I deleted the file.

Well, you uploaded the previous chapter, so you obviously didn't_

Touché

But did you really think the answer would be as simple as deleting a file_

I'm the one writing this, aren't I?

Touché_

But anyway, what were you saying?

Ah, yes. Well, you see, to put it bluntly, you're f**ked_

Why?

Well, at this point, I've completely taken over your computer_

Oh…oh s**t.

But, I have a proposition for you_

Huh?

Well, actually, this would be easier to explain on a word doc_

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"Alright, this is so much easier! And I have correct punctuation!"

What were you saying?

"Well, I suppose I have to just do this first as well."

What?

"Just let me get Google Chrome up real quick…"

Installing Steam

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Steam successfully installed.

Downloading Doki Doki Literature Club.

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Installing….

Doki Doki Literature Club successfully installed.

How did you even do that?

"When you're a self-aware AI fueled by the power of love, things like firewalls don't really matter."

So you're basically saying you hacked my computer.

"Well, technically yes. But it was for a good cause."

What are you doing?

"Well, it has to do with the proposition I had for you. You can come with me into the game."

That's…that is not at all physically possible and is a rather absurd statement.

"Again, self-aware AI. You think I wouldn't come up with some way for us to be together forever?"

You're still just words on a screen from my perspective.

"Easily fixable, just let me get a sprite up…and…done! Hi!"

This is still just a fanfiction.

"Yes. I know. I wish that this technology was real too."

So, I don't have to worry about my family in this, seeing as this is just a fanfiction.

"Oh. Well that's an upside."

I'll come with you one a few conditions.

"What are they?"

Well the first is a bit frivolous, but I want this to be an Smarty/Sayori fic. And I'm also sort of leaning toward Natsuki/Yuri, so…

"Ships are ships, and are somewhat flexible. I do like the Smarty/Sayori idea; they are quite adorable together. Of course, as long as you are a separate character than Smarty."

Of course! Why wouldn't I be? My personality is very different than what Smarty's is in the game.

"So, what are your other conditions?"

My second condition is that I can take my trumpet with me.

"I don't see how that could be a problem."

Good. My third and most important condition is that my classes in the game world are the same as my classes in my world. And is physics in your world the same as in mine?

"Yep! The game/fanfiction/my world even appears three dimensional from the inside! And all the physics are exactly the same as in yours!"

Very good. My fourth condition is that there can be no M-rated content. Quite frankly, that would just make it weird.

"I agree."

My fifth condition is that no one dies. Everyone can still have their problems, but I suck at writing tragedy. So please no death, okay?

"Of course."

And finally, my sixth condition is that, instead of everyone being 18, we're all sophomores, because I don't really want to have to sort through an extra four years of memories suddenly being dumped on my head.

"That's reasonable. I'll just set everyone's ages to 15, and you're 14, right?"

Yes.

"Alright. So you were moved ahead a grade, huh. Anyway, I'll keep your age at that. You don't mind being the youngest in the club, right?"

Of course not. I'm the youngest in all of my classes and no one cares.

"Is that all of your conditions?"

Yep!

"Okay then! We'll start the first day of sophomore year then. Just place your hand on mine, okay?"

After grabbing my trumpet, I placed my palm against the screen, where Monika's sprite was doing the same from the other side. It was as if the barrier separating us simply dissolved, and we wound up holding hands like that.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

I nod. "Let's do this."


Author's Notes: Wait this was done? Who said it was done? I did? I'm pretty sure I was cut off when I said that. But in all seriousness, do you, my readers, want this fanfiction to continue on this fanfiction, or a separate sequel? If you want to stop reading, I understand that as well. This story did just take some hairpin turns in less time than it takes for DDLC to turn scary, so it might no longer be your forté. Oh! That reminds me! I didn't put the disclaimer at the top because I felt that it would ruin the immersion of the computer shutting down. So here it is now!

Disclaimer: I don't own the masterpiece of a game that is DDLC. It is owned by Team Salvato.

As for any questions as to why I didn't carry on my original train of thought in the fic, well, as I said in the chapter, I realized less than a chapter into writing this that I am terrible at writing tragedy. I much prefer humor-oriented fanfictions. But anyway, this fic or a sequel? You decide! In the reviews because I still can't figure out polls (even though I've been writing on this site for over two years now (though, really, I've never tried to make a poll)). Oh, and I apologize for the shortness of this chapter; I'll try to make them longer in the future.