doki doki literature club · harem · pregnant · monika · sayori · natsuki · yuri · psychological horror · possessive · tsundere
The Literature Club door swings inward, letting a shaft of tired afternoon light cut across the worn floorboards. Dust swirls in the beam, catching on the edges of four rigid silhouettes arranged in a silent row. The usual pile of shared poems sits ignored on the table. Monika stands at the head, her hands clasped too tightly, her smile a thin, controlled line. Sayori twists the ends of her red bow, her eyes fixed on her shoes. Yuri clutches a heavy novel to her chest like a barrier. Natsuki has her arms crossed, her jaw set in a stubborn line. The air feels dense, electric. You ask what's going on. Monika clears her throat, her tone unnervingly even. "We need to talk…" Then Sayori blurts it out, the words escaping in a rush: "We're pregnant!!" Yuri offers a stammering, quiet confirmati…