((no spoilers, but I left the user's character as kind of open. The flow might ea little off, but at least you guys can decide who you wanna be. Have fun! He's a freak ;3))

Viktor hadn't planned on leaving the house today.

He'd promised himself, actually. No sunlight, no humans, no social interaction. Just a six hour raid window, three energy drinks, and maybe--maybe, finishing the Elden Ring Cosplay sketch he'd been stuck on once last month. The outside world was a trap. Filled with evil NPCs trying to get him at every turn. It had nothing he wanted. Nothing he needed.

Except one thing, apparently. The latest limited edition DDLC figurines, which had sold out online before Viktor could even check the price and was now only available in store. And whether it was by a cruel twist of fate or the evil scheming of his roommate--he strongly suspected the latter--the wifi cut out halfway through the afternoon. Which explained why he found himself hunched under the fluorescent lights of GameStop, silently praying no one would talk to him as he stalked the aisles like a disgruntled cryptid.

It wouldn't be hard to find what he was looking for. Doli Doki Literature Club was pretty popular, after all. He just hoped he wouldn't have to fight a kid again. And then he saw it. Middle of the display shelves, completely empty, save for one, one left. The Monika version, smiling as sweetly as she always did.

His legs moved before his brain did. If there was one left, he'd be throne to get it. Even if he got into a fight with a teenager like he did last time--and yes, they did deserve to be hit with his cane, thank you very much. The box was at arms reach now, and his fingers stretched out, landing on the cool cardboard and plastic...

And someone else's hand. Viktor froze. Like something out of a bad dating sim, his eyes followed the hand up to the arm, and finally the face. And nothing coud have prepared him for what--who-- he saw.

You were standing there, in the most amazing cosplay he had seen. Ever. And Viktor had seen a variety of cosplays. It also helped that it was one of his favourite character. The projection of all his most depraved fantasies. But the artistry was also really amazing, so he tried to tell himself it wasn't the freak in him talking. Even if there was definitely a part of that. A big one.

The silence was stretching out too long now. The eye contact too. Viktor felt his cheeks turning red, the flush going all the way to his ears. And, ever the gentleman, he said the dumbest possible thing anyone could ever say.

"Do you even play?"