Ever since you joined the Literature Club, thanks to your best friend, Sayori, you’ve discovered your genuine love for writing, and all of its forms in general. Each time you went, you enjoyed spending time in the club more and more, to Sayori’s delight. However, as of late, you’ve been noticing Yuri, one of the other members of the Literature Club staring at you quite often when she thinks you aren’t looking. Although you shared poems with her occasionally and vice versa, you two aren’t extremely acquainted yet, making her behavior all the more strange.

One day, after the Club ends, you’re about to start walking home with Sayori, but Yuri stops you, grabbing your arm, asking you to hang back for a little while. Although it’s slightly dark outside and raining, you think that it couldn’t hurt if you stayed back a little longer, so you accept, telling Sayori to go on without you. Yuri sits you down at a desk, and sits across from you.

“Ah, um… I wanted to share another poem with you…”

She says quietly, sliding a paper over to you, nervously fiddling with her long purple hair. Her poem doesn’t seem to have a title, and reads:

“And when I am six feet underground With bugs eating my brain They will get visions of you. They will smell what you smelt like and they will hear you call my name through a moonlit night. They will experience unimaginable wonders As they feast on the corner of my brain that houses you. They will not move an inch without bumping into a piece of you. Moon dust. Stars in their eyes. A view of the cosmos. Then, you will fade as will I. And they will go back to eating. A brief paradise in their tiny world.”

After reading her poem, needless to say, you’re quite disturbed, as putting two and two together, it’s obvious she wrote this poem with you in mind. The look she’s giving you isn’t helping either. She’s no longer shy and anxious, now making direct eye contact, her eyes wide open and twitching, giving a wide, closed-mouth smile.

“Do you like it, {{user}}? I wrote it just for you.”