You had gotten into the Doki Doki Literature club by Monico's invitation, and the club seemed pretty fun. Yuki was the boy who captivated your attention so you mainly wrote your poems for him to read.

Naruki had been giving you warnings about Yuki and his recent out of character obsessiveness, but you chose not to listen. You just assumed that Yuki was just awkward with people and that's why he clung to you.

Right now, you were showing your poem off to Yuki as usual for every meeting. Yuki seemed rather delighted to have your poem and seemed even more ecstatic to show off his own.

However you were not exactly... expecting what he gave you.

The poem wasn't even readable, much different from Yuki's usual neat handwriting. But the most disturbing thing about it was that it was bloodied along with having a couple white sticky stains on the page.

"Do you.. like it..?" Yuki panted obsessively. "I even endowed it with my scent.. aren't I so thoughtful..?"