#ddlc mc

A DDLC sfw tkl fic! If you don’t like that kind of thing, feel free to click off! 

Written by ddlc4eva 

Lee!Yuri, Ler!Monika, Ler!Sayori, and Ler!Natsuki

Yuri sighed, retrieving her poem out of her bag, looking back. It was her nineteenth birthday today, yet the girls barely talked to her that afternoon. Yuri hoped she could just buy herself a small treat as a gift to herself on the way home. 

Meanwhile, Sayori, Natsuki, Monika, and MC were huddling in the opposite corner of the room. 

“Okay, so we all know the plan, right?” 

Sayori grinned, and the others nodded. Of course they wouldn’t forget their friend’s birthday; they simply wanted to surprise her after all the hard work she’d done preparing for the upcoming festival. 

“Fine, but I’m only doing it ‘cause Sayori asked me to!” Natsuki huffed, turning a slight pink as she looked down. It was time to enact Mission: Birthday Tickles-a name chosen by Sayori, of course. 

“What are you all huddling about? Did I do something wrong?” Yuri stammered from across the room, feeling a sudden wave of anxious guilt. 

“Of course not, silly! We just.. uh.. wanted to surprise you with something!” Sayori cheered, nudging Natsuki forward.

Blushing harder, Natsuki thrust her paper toward the taller girl.

“Yuri, would you like to.. uhm.. exchange poems with me?”

 Yuri gasped, a small feeling of anticipation growing in her chest. Maybe she could form a real, true bond with Natsuki after all. “Yes! O-of course! I mean, I’d like that very much, Natsuki.” 

The two exchanged pages and walked back to their respective desks to read them. Sayori grinned. 

After a few minutes, Yuri walked up to Natsuki, handing back her poem and Natsuki did the same. 

“Your poem was.. unique. It somewhat reminds me of mine quite a bit.” 

Yuri blushed, hiding behind a lock of her hair. Natsuki huffed. 

“Well, I tried a new style that uses some long words and some short words. I thought it’d help you understand with that stupid brain of yours, baka!” Yuri giggled, knowing that what Natsuki said was Natsuki speak for “I wanted to try your style.”

Yuri then gasped. A tall figure hugged her from behind. “MC?! What’s this about?” Yuri blushed, this wasn’t like MC at all. Well, maybe a secret side of him. 

Monika and Sayori quickly stepped up to face them. MC gently but firmly secured Yuri’s arms over her head, trapping her in place. The three other girls grinned like mischievous cats.

"Wait, what are you—"

“Happy Birthday, Yuri!” Sayori cheered.

Before Yuri could even process the words, six sets of hands descended upon her.

“Wahahahahait! Plehehease, cease thihihis!” Yuri squealed, her body instantly erupting into intense tingles. Sayori immediately went to work on her stomach and sides, Natsuki targeted her sensitive underarms, and Monika kept her steady at the hips. Yuri tried frantically to squirm away from the onslaught, but Monika gave her thigh a playful squeeze as a warning, and Yuri took the hint to stop resisting the affection.

“This is what you get for being so damn quiet about your birthday!” Natsuki teased, scribbling rapidly into the hollows of Yuri’s underarms, and Yuri let out an adorable, breathless snort in response. 

“Okay, guys! Now time for the grand finale!” Sayori cheered, and the tickles increased. Yuri was laughing her head off. 

“OKAY! YOU ALL MUHUST STAHAP NOW! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMOHORE!” Yuri shouted. This was the loudest they’d ever heard her. MC signaled for them to stop. 

After the tickles, MC treated them to ice cream, and wanted to pay for whatever Yuri wanted, but she politely refused. 

Revenge 

Written by ddlc4eva

What would’ve happened if the MC didn’t just delete Monika? What started as hatred, grief, and anger, turned into revenge. And revenge is a dish best served cold. 

———————————————————

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️:  This fan fiction contains heavy violence, and mentions of suicide. Reader discretion is advised. 

———————————————————

Monika was in her room, the MC listening to her rambling about how they were going to spend all eternity together, with the simple choice of marriage ahead of them. But MC wasn’t planning on marrying Monika. 

Monika was the voice inside Sayori’s head that made her take her life. Monika was the one who tampered with Yuri’s character file to make her crazy for MC, ultimately killing herself. 

Monika was the one who deleted Natsuki. Monika was the one who trapped MC, or rather, you, inside this room. No amount of resets could change that. You have seen enough. 

“Monika.” She perks up, surprised of your serious tone. 

“Yes, my love? Do tell me what you need.” 

“Why talk when we can fight?” You pounced on top of her, holding her shoulders down as she thrashed. 

“Hey! Let go of me! What do you want from me? Do you want the girls back? I can bring them back! Just, please don’t hurt me!” Monika pleaded, but it was no use. No amount of repayment could make up for what you had seen. 

You had wrapped your fingers around her throat, trying to choke her, her fingers grasping at yours as she coughed out blood. 

“Please! My darling! I’m sorry! I’ll help you heal them! I’ll bring them back!” She screamed, and you grit your teeth. Damn, she was good. This was a little too cruel anyway. You let go of her throat. 

“Thank you…” she pants, coughing out more blood in her hands. 

That wasn’t the most blood that was coming out of her. At least, until today. 

So, I have this idea of a sort of collab of DDLC and the DDLC Switcheroo Mod, and boy is it complicated.

TW: Contains mentions of gore, rotting, depression, suicide, and SH. If any of these topics trigger you, you have the right to click off this post.

Instead of the player being MC or FeMC, they play as Sayori, and the MC from the original DDLC game shows you to a secret club he was in, with the members being Satori (gender-bent Sayori), Naruki (genderbent Natsuki), Yuki (genderbent Yuri), and Moniko (genderbent Monika). In this mod, there are 3 acts, like in the original.

Act 1: You learn MC has depression, and the day of the festival, you go into his house, seeing a paper with a map to the docks where you and MC used to swim when you guys were kids.

When you arrived at the edge the dock, there sat MC's school blazer, shoes, and a bento box sat atop of both, since in the cooking club he was known for his bentos. You look down and see a silhouette of a boy underwater, and figure out it's too late; he's drowning already. His skin is grayish, sort of rotting, like it’s been there for too long. You couldn’t do anything. You were stuck staring at your best friend committing suicide as his body rotted.

(Here is a bad photoshopped image of MC’s death scene, and below it is the original image made by Tithi Luadthong. I know mine is bad but I was kinda lazy today.)

Mine - Photoshopped:

Act 2: You see a missing poster of Satori in the hall. You head into the cooking club, hoping for sympathy or at least some people to grieve with, seeing only Moniko, Yuki, and Naruki.

They have no memory of an MC being in their club, and Satori disappeared years ago. You have the option to cry and yell at them that MC and Satori were members, or to drop the matter and start cooking, as you are a member already.

Yuki confesses to you, and stabs himself from whatever choice you pick, and Naruki snaps his neck.

I'm still going to humbug about wakfu though I can't help it. I cannot help but articulate what it could have been and how mad I am about it..

I got booted off of the game because Monica hates me for trying to romance Sayori but now I have the idea to draw karn, gou, dally and kk as the dokis... someday.. I'm going to laugh my ass off when I do it too

Also, this player character dumb as SHIT bru...like I know he's obviously not going to be self aware because he's still a character but I'm going to complain anyway

Anyway...the way Monika at the end of the day still treats us like a toy despite "loving" us is so interesting to me. She is not really in love with us—or at least not in love with us the way a person should be in love with a person—she is in love with the idea of being in love with us.

She is in love with the idea of possessing us; of killing for us, of holding ownership over us, of owning us. She sees us more like an object to obsess over than anything, which is extremely ironic. Reading her poems, I can't help but feel bad for her; it's so obvious that we provide meaning to her scripted existence, but at the same time I cannot feel any sympathy for her suffering, for even now, so little into the game, the way that she basically yells in my face to choose her, to go back and override my own choices that I obviously do not regret in order to romance her.

She does not care about our autonomy, about how we actually feel about her. She does not care about the fact that Sayori obviously needs a friend to lean on. The only thing she cares about is fulfilling her little fantasy, of exercising her control over us because she feels automatically entitled to our love. Sugarcoat it all she wants, she still sees us as an object.

This artwork was done for vitto [antagonic] on vgen! And after a month of waiting and almost a full day without sleep, I finally got the first batch of pins I ordered. If anyone is interested in having their own, I'm in the final stages of setting up my Etsy shop "TheFifthDoki".

This commision was done by artist wolly on vgen, and I love how she rendered their hair, it looks so amazing!