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the urge to move the way I was just heading is still there, but at least it doesn't seem to be outright forcing me to keep walking. Slowly, I force myself to do an about face, and take a few uncertain steps in the other direction. I try to stop myself, and after a second manage to make myself freeze mid-stride. Um, what is this? Why do I suddenly seem to be on autopilot? I turn away from the mirror and walk out of the restroom, my feet seeming to almost move themselves, before beginning to primly proceed down the left hallway, apparently making my way towards some unknown destination. Without any warning whatsoever, Monika's- my body is struck by a strange, insistent sort of urge to move. Admittedly, if I'm Monika (why, why, WHY am I Monika?!), I'm not in the worst position I could be, but- no! Out of all the games I've ever wanted to end up in, this one would be near the bottom of the list! Sure, it'd go above like, most normal horror games and any realistic style FPS, but still! How did I end up here, and how do I get. Which is… not a great game to be stuck in. Given how everything looks right now, I think I'm IN Doki Doki Literature Club. Now satisfied that I'm not just asleep, I immediately resume freaking out. I do a couple more reality checks to make sure I'm not dreaming, which seem to confirm I'm not. I'm Monika? From Doki Doki Literature Club? How the- WHY- hang on a second. Stopping in front of the wide rectangular mirror over the sinks, I take a moment to observe my own reflection - my very, very wrong reflection. I screech to a halt as I come to a restroom, running inside… followed by a hasty exit and reentry through the other door, which thankfully no one is around to notice. I dash out of the room like the hounds of the damned are on my heels, feeling my hair whipping around behind me as I sprint through the halls. One is present, but it's much higher than it should be, and seems to have been tied with a large ribbon of some sort rather than the hairbands I typically use. I reach a hand behind me, feeling at the back of my head for the ponytail I know to normally be there. A blue, stereotypical sailor uniform skirt splays out from beneath the rest of the outfit, covering a very female, very familiar body.
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A vested undershirt is tucked beneath it, and a small red ribbon is tied around the collar. Two long streamers of brunette hair frame my view of a dark brown fitted jacket. "Huh? Me?" I ask, before being immediately startled by my own voice. I can tell they exist, but can't actually seem to see them, for some reason. Her features are… indistinguishable, somehow. It takes me a moment to realize that I appear to be the only person left in the room, save a woman standing at the front of it who I can only assume is the teacher. Either way, I'm on board with this so far. …okay, so either I'm dreaming, or I've been sucked into a fiction world. The outline moves with my hand, impossible to remove or escape from. Like everything else, it looks like a piece of art, a thin shaded outline surrounding a pale shade of pinkish-tan. I do a double take, looking down at my hand. Alright, touch, sight, and sound are all intact, so. I give myself a couple quick pats on the cheek, just to confirm I can feel it. While I only manage to catch a glimpse of their departing backs, that's plenty to tell that they also look like they belong in an anime. I hear something move on my right, and turn my head to see a uniformed boy and girl exiting the room together. Specifically, why does everything look painted? This place looks as if it came straight out of an anime… Why would I be in here? I've been done with these for several years.Īs my mind fully snaps into awareness, it strikes me that not only do I seem to have woken up sitting in a classroom chair for some reason, but that there is something more obviously abnormal about my location than just my being in it. Wait - is this a classroom? A high school classroom I'd assume, based on size of the desks and the general lack of decoration. My disappointment at my failure to recall anything is rapidly supplanted by confusion as I notice just where I seem to have woken up. Vague wisps of thought flit through my mind, only to fall away before I can grasp any of them. I blink my eyes rapidly, feeling as though I'm waking up from a dream I can't remember.
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