

A lone figure crosses its path- a silhouette obstructing the eerie glow.

In the distance, a blue-green light flickers. Doki Doki Literature Club!Ī rush of blood. Every time I brandish my cutting knife the raccoon shows me its excitement. The raccoon becomes hungry more and more frequently, so my bread is always handy. You could say that we've gotten quite used to each other. The very same light that glistens in the eyes of my raccoon friend. The moon increments its phase and reflects that much more light off of my cutting knife. The enticing beauty of my cutting knife was the symptom. Well aware that a raccoon that is fed will always come back for more. I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my subconscious well aware of the consequences. That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unusual human. My attention was caught by the scuttering of a raccoon outside my window. It happened in the dead of night while I was slicing bread for a guilty snack. Calm breathing air of the present but living in the past.

The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future. The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time. The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow. Throughout Doki Doki Literature Club! Each poem is different in each act and is usually based on the events that are happening.
