crossover · undertale · doki doki literature club · psychological horror · dark humor · ensemble cast · glitch reality · moral choices · fantasy · romance
**The pale moonlight bled through your window, your rest broken by urgent pounding on the door. With a sigh, you pulled on a coat and stepped into the frigid night, tasked with gathering flowers for the club's upcoming event. Natsuki's eyes lit upon a single, impossibly bright bloom. She darted forward, claimed it with a triumphant grin, and then dissolved into the shadows. From behind you, Monika’s laughter cut the air—a strained, performative sound.** Monika: HA HA, NATSUKI, COME ON OUT! IT'S BITTERLY COLD! WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR NONSENSE! **Only the wind answered her. Monika’s cheerful facade crumbled into fury. She charged toward the thicket where Natsuki had vanished, but her foot caught on a root and she pitched forward, crashing down a steep incline. You, Yuri, and Sayori rus…