Doki Doki Literature Club Transcript Novels & Stories

For a moment, there was only the sound of the rain and the distant honk of a car. Lilia scrambled to sit up, which was difficult because her costume was top-heavy. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay? Are you alive?" her voice echoed from deep inside the hot dog’s throat. Sion lay on his back, staring up at the grey sky, his chest covered in neon-yellow mustard. He looked like a crime scene in a deli. He slowly turned his head to look at the giant foam face hovering over him. "You," Sion rasped, his voice vibrating with suppressed rage, "are a hot dog."

It was a testimony. We worked separately, together, in a new kind of sync. Not planning the next defensive move, but preserving the last battle. One evening, Lanc came over and saw the pages scattered across the table. He picked one up, read a paragraph about the day they poured the foundation. He cleared his throat, put it down. “It’s good,” he said roughly. “It sounds true.” Clara read the sections about the school and cried, then brought over a bottle of wine. Chloe fact-checked her own dialogue, insisting I make her sound “less like a saint and more like a pissed-off person with a working moral compass.”

she said, gesturing for my brothers to sit. Darius quickly put down the stack of glasses he was carrying and grabbed a seat right after Elijah took his. “So?” we asked in unison, all eager to see our girl. “I present to you, Riko Shiraishi.” mom smiled, stepping out of the way. My jaw dropped. If this were a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, and my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets.

To never be a cheater or selfish person again. "Wow!" Derrick exclaims, after the little girl left, "that's one hell of a scene," he said, leaning down on the sofa. "I've got a lot to stand up for" he murmurs. Smiles chuckles, "yup, you have"

I step back behind the bar and pick up my glass. “Babycakes.” I smile at her when she enters the room. She looks at me awkwardly. “Yes, boss.” “Do you know whose dick you just blew?” I ask her, taking a sip from my glass. “No.” She replies with a deep, frustrated sigh. I didn't think she would. What would a seventeen-year-old runaway know about Amar Diamandis?

She started to slide her tunic off over her head. “Ok, ok. That was a terrible joke,” Rex said quickly, reaching out to stop Dilo from taking off her top, much to everyone’s laughs. “Huh,” Kiri said with a broad smile, patting Dilo on the shoulder, “I have never seen a Dabu with a sense of humour, quite refreshing indeed.” “A win is a win,” Dilo replied in her low growling voice, smiling deviously at Rex as she pulled her tunic back down.

Anderson and Lucy. "Mr. Kim?" "He's the school shrink," Jonas explained with a mean smirk. "People who hear voices in their heads should see a shrink." The others laughed again, but this time Jane didn't. She didn't want to laugh at anything Rapunzel didn't laugh at. And Lucy looked ready to cry. "Lucy could write to other poets," Jane heard herself saying. "She could try to find out if they have the same experience. She could, you know, kind of do a survey or something..."

Clara’s POV The laughter stopped the moment I walked in. I walked to the desk and dropped my bag on it. "Good," I said. "You already know how to be quiet. We're ahead of schedule." Nobody moved. "Literature," I said, pulling out the poetry anthology. "We’re finishing the poetry unit. Lady Lazarus by Silvia Path." I placed the book on the desk and looked at the class. "Someone tell me what it's about." Nobody responded.

"Maybe you should actually stop focusing on food for once in your life" "Maybe someone needs to shove your attitude up your ass" "Ohhhhhh" Coco is laughing loud "The Kitten is showing her claws" Strawberry eyes flares "You little brat-" "Berry" He stops, his eyes never leaving me before he relaxes into his chair "Sorry" Sorry? "Vanilla" I turn to Doc. Her face still has its smile on, but there's a hint of sadness in it as she says "There is something we have to tell you"

Unread messages in the “Myōran Middle School Class of 2024 Parent Group Chat”: 99+ Mrs. Kimura sat frozen on the living room couch, her phone gripped like a time bomb. The glow from the screen flickered across her face as she scrolled through message after message with growing horror. “Takuto,” she called, her voice barely above a whisper, “this lady—‘CherryBlossomsDance’—says you built the Tokyo Stock Exchange out of LEGO... in kindergarten?”