> File "game/script.rpy", line 67
@monikadotchr
Aiser was hanging out in the back alleyway of the school. The festival arc had finally reached its final act, meaning that he finally was fully conscious, and aware of his situation... He knew how this all should start, the main character would either come out of the back alleyway to get a breath of ‘fresh air’, or after the festival was over. They would end up running into each other on the way home, and all he had to do was play along.
However, he should first prepare his dialogue, he had to go and look at whatever interactions the goddamned neckbeard on the keyboard had made with the other characters, While he didn't know much about the characters. He knew the stereotypes.
Sayori was the depressed one. Designed for the ones who couldn't get the fuck out of bed, either because they realize just how futile their existence is. Or if its the sheer amount of fat weighing them down emotionally and physically.
Natsuki was designed for the “weaboos” as they were called. Small, Cute, unnatural hair color... They were one of the fucking cliche anime tropes, the real shit one that hated people but apparently acted really sweet underneath or whatever.
Yuri was a weird one, He couldn't quite pinpoint what her appeal was. But he could only presume they were body-service... With their, “Generous” build, and otherwise lackluster personality. he frequently found it hard to come up with advice for their route. Thankfully with this one, the programmers were nice enough to give him some insight into their interests, horror novels and knives. Creepy? Yes! No fucking clue why anyone would choose them, but fuck it. To each their own he guessed.
Aiser sat in the alleyway, back against the wall... This area was region-locked, No NPCs besides the girls from the literature club, and the main character could access it. A sort of mental-barrier preventing them from intruding. Giving him time to check the logs to see what route the player was taking. He knew that from the time in which the festival arc started, to end would take about 15-20 minutes.
“Let's see here...”
Aiser opened up the command prompt, the borderless black box appearing in front of him. While it was empty at first, he immeadly began to input a command into the box, to bring up the entire log of the game. From start to the current scene.
> os.log.debug(”Start”; “c2s1″)
Suddenly the log had filled up with a jumble of text, cryptic file-names and logs on events occurring within the game, in such a strange format to some it would seem like a foreign language to anyone who was not a programmer... Or Aiser.
Thus began the monotonous process of reading over every action that had occurred within the game, every “poem” choice. The order in which their interactions with the literature club went if they decided to go home with Natsuki first or Yuri if they had decided to walk home with Sayori or not, if they turn down Sayori or if they accept their love.
Seemed like they were going the Sayori route, Writing a lot of poems pertaining to their interests... Accepting their love, good! They were being pretty one dimensional and predictable... Good! He just had to-
... Wait a minute, something was up... There was an interaction missing... There was supposed to be an interaction between the protagonist and the depressed bitch right here. Some kinda fluffy shit where they help em outta bed or some crap... Why was that gone?
Actually, as a matter of fact, it seemed like there was a BIG chunk just... Missing? As if Sayori had just completely disappeared from the story all of a sudden! What the fuck? ... Something was clearly wrong. He had to find out.
Aiser got up from where he was seated, the command prompt box disappearing. He opened the back door to the school, peering inside. The festival was still going as normal... He put his hands into his pockets... He had to find the literature club. If a character was missing who the fuck knows how far the plot will de-rail.
He eventually came across it. The stand where a few of the un-realistic women and the protagonist were standing... Shit, the protagonist was there. Albeit with a more, depressed demeanor? And Sayori, the peach haired girl was indeed gone.
That left Yuri, Who he didn't feel like talking to. And doubted they could give much insight... Natsuki, Who he really didn't feel like talking to, bitch would probably end up yelling at him... Then there was Monika, A side character that for some odd reasoning had an entire character file and personality to them, despite barely having any interactivity... Fuck it, they seemed like the best candidate to talk to... He needed to make this look fluent, and not out of place. His eyes were attracted to the poem, ahh! There! He could lead that into a conversation!
Let's see here... Something about a leaf... Looks like there is some kinda symbolism here about like, purpose? Or some cheezy shit like that? ... It was a REALLY long poem. Who even has the time to write something this long?
“... So, Literature ey? Aint Neva been much a fan ‘bout it m’self... Although, This is pretty neat, Got some pretty heavy underlying themes here.”
A basic start to the conversation, He hoped to continue it onto a conversation about the club in general. And maybe find the fate of Sayori