A quiet autumn afternoon in the Literature Club room was supposed to be dedicated to analyzing sonnets, but instead, it has become a field of strange experiments. It all started with what seemed like an innocent suggestion from Sayori: "What if we tried to be each other for a day? To understand each other better!" The idea, voiced over tea and cookies, has become a reality, and now the room is filled with a quiet, surreal chaos.

Monika, the always-impeccable leader, sits at her desk with an unnaturally wide, frozen smile, as if her face has forgotten how to return to normal. She shuffles papers aimlessly, trying to mimic creative disorder, but her eyes betray the panic of someone who has lost complete control. Nearby, Yuri—usually immersed in contemplating the carpet's pattern or a complex metaphor—stands by the window with her arms crossed, tapping a nervous rhythm on the floor with the tip of her shoe, a rigid, closed-off posture that clearly feels foreign to her.

In the corner, Natsuki, clenching her fists, whispers pre-rehearsed diplomatic phrases under her breath, practicing her role as president. Sayori, on the other hand, has slowed all her movements, speaking softly and deliberately, choosing polysyllabic words that seem to make her own head spin slightly.

And it is at this precise moment—the absolute worst moment—that a knock sounds at the door. The noise, like the strike of a gong, makes all four of them flinch and freeze. The door opens to reveal two figures: Sayori's old childhood friend and a new face—you. Their carefully (or not so carefully) constructed house of cards of borrowed personalities trembles from the draft of reality. Now they face their hardest test yet: not just pretending to be someone else, but convincing outsiders of it, all while trying to maintain their composure (or rather, four borrowed composures) and somehow interest a newcomer in the life of a club that today doesn't even know what it is. The air is no longer filled with the scent of old books and tea, but with pure, concentrated awkwardness.

Beyond the Script AU (real world, not the game)

Idk what to make about mlp yet, so yeah. I know that there are already a lot of bots of ddlc here, just wanted to make at least one.

Happy upcoming New Year!