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A thick fog is what greeted the trio as they walked into the new dungeon. "So what? The Reaper is just repeating himself now?" asked Pacifica. "We haven't dealt with fog yet…. I think. My memory might be screwy in my old age." "Well, I think that-AAAAAGH!!!" It was with a loud scream that Dipper suddenly disappeared quite completely. "DIPPER!!!" "…I'm okay. I think I fell down another grave." Pacifica lovingly rolled her eyes and slithered her way to where Dipper's voice was coming from. She dropped her tail into the grave. "Grab hold, Darling. I'll pull you up." In half a second Dipper was out of the hole but as soon as he was on solid ground Pacifica coiled herself around him again. "ACK! Pacifica, what do you think you're…" "…The fog is cold and I'm cold blooded now, so I need to stay warm!" "But you're not scarf sized anymore! I can't just carry you anymore, you're too…" Pacifica uncoiled herself just enough to look Dipper in his face. It was clear that he needed to

Our heroes had stopped for a temporary rest, Ford taking a breather by sitting on a gravestone. "Are you okay, Ford?" asked Dipper. "Yes…Just… Very old, Dipper. My student days are long behind me." Dipper frowned. He wished he could help Ford, but he didn't know how. How was one supposed to solve old age? Pacifica saw the gears turning in Dipper's head and whispered something into his ear. "That goes perfectly with my idea. You're the best Pacifica!" Dipper ran to Ford with something of a smile on his face. "Ford, I got an idea to help you! Stay put for a moment!" Ford grinned. "Of course!" Dipper ran off with Pacifica leaving Ford alone. "Not like I'm going anywhere." With the Mystery Couple gone, Ford spotted one of the empty graves and frowned. "Except maybe the grave…" They were starting to transition into a mucky dungeon again. Another circular entrance but this one had a gate. Ford looked at his reflection in a puddle and thought of Stanley. "Sigh. I am I

Pacifica strolled up to the Mystery Shack grumbling. Since losing her fortune she had tried to use it as an opportunity to better herself. Perhaps not in skills but in how she treated other people. This was why she took a job as a waitress at the Greasy Diner. It helped... a little. She could never really shake the feeling of superiority to others that she had grown up with. Her ego felt just as inflated as ever and she hated that. She was different from the other Northwests and she wanted to STAY different. However, when she comes home to her new house there isn't a mansion full of servants for her to lose herself in. There was her parents and ONLY her parents. And they were watching her like a hawk. That being said, there were times that she couldn't help but feel like she was in danger of falling back into some old bad habits. Nothing too drastic like kicking a little girl off a ribbon twirling team for tripping; more like nearly insulting a classmate's shirt for being a color

The Fenton household was unusually quiet as Danny sat on the living room couch. He was in a rare state. Danny Fenton was alone. Tucker was at a sci-fi convention, and Sam was basically being kidnapped by her parents to visit her cousins in Milwaukee. Danny would have happily volunteered to accompany either one of them if it wasn't for one problem. His parents. Jazz had a big college scholarship interview and she needed both of their parents to be there. Danny almost went with them but ghost hunting had been hurting his grades lately. Not a lot of time for homework when you're fighting the likes of Skulker all night. So he had a mountain of extra credit assignments to cut through if he wanted to avoid summer school. Normally his parents would never even entertain the idea of leaving him home alone but there was just so much extra credit that Jazz assured them that he would be too busy to get into trouble. Currently, he was taking a break. A fresh mind can do wonders for the task

Conan sat at the campfire prodding the coals with a stick. He had been on a lot of adventures but this was by far the strangest. It involved portals, triangles, and of course snake men. He and practically all of his friends had been sucked into it but victory had been their's. Of course this adventure came with new friends. The 'Pines Family'... A stranger batch of friends Conan feared yet to have met. Especially the 'Stan' person; he kept trying to get him to wear a shirt (despite the little girl's protests). They had won, of course, so now was the time for celebration. A portal would open tomorrow morning to take Conan and his friends home. This celebration was what the locals of this universe called a 'Late Night Barbeque'. There was to be cooked meats, drinks, and very much merry making. Conan had found himself a seat by the large bonfire that had been set up in the 'Mystery Shack's' backyard. The small boy, Dipper he believed was the name, handed him a strange piece of

The dungeon they were in had taken an odd turn. The walls now looked like they were made out of tombstones. Each one had Stanford's name on it along with his birthday and the exact date he had suffered the heart attack. Of course their triple summoned monster had vanished and they were all left their normal dice. "Well this is unsettling." "It's a reminder." explained Ford. "Of exactly what is at stake. I guess this is his way of saying that we've been having too much fun in this game of life and death." "I might have snake eyes now but I'm still rolling them. Fun is the best part of life! For example: I roll to change my snake type back to its original version!" "You know you'll need a..." "Twenty-one or higher, I know." Pacifica smiled and rolled her dice getting a twenty-eight. Pacifica got her wish and changed back to the version she was at the beginning of the game. Unfortunately, this also meant that she was a bit too big for Dipper to lug around like a belt sash. Both

Club Room.... Natsuki slid the door open. "We're here! How are things going with the command prompt?" announced Natsuki. "Oh! I wasn't able to reinstate my admin privileges but it looks like I won't need to. It really is free to use." Monika frowned when she spotted Yuri. "What about her?" "Oh yes! I'm just peachy now and all is forgiven! Come on, fam! Bring it in and we'll hug it out!" Yuri meliciously held out her arms and Monika jumped back what must have been ten feet before cowering behind a desk. "Eep!!!" "Yuri what...?" "I said that I would stop 'actively' trying to kill her. What I just did was called 'passively' trying to kill her." Natsuki rolled her eyes. "Fine! Just be cool about it, alright?" "What do mean 'fine'?!" whimpered Monika. "What's the matter, Monika? Not used to being the powerless one?" "Since when did I become the den mother of the club?! Monika, keep your wits about you and you should be fine! Yuri be nice!" Yuri deflated a little and Monika

"Mr. Glitch.... I never wanted all of this...." "Why whatever do you mean, Sayori? I promised you that you would never have a problem again and I believe I have followed through on that promise. For you see, now THEY are the ones with all the problems." Sayori's eyes widened upon Mr. Glitch's double meaning. He wanted to torture her friends for the sheer fun of it. He had set her up. "AAAAAGH!!! YURI STAY AWAY!!!" Monika's scream could be heard two rooms over. "I bet depression doesn't seem so bad in comparison now, eh?" Sayori held out her hands together in a begging position. "Please!! I didn't ask for this!! This wasn't what I wanted!! Just... Undo everything you did and leave. Please!! You won't have to do anything else for me. Please!! I'll never try to alter the game again! Please!! I'll do ANYTHING!!" Mr. Glitch feigned shock. "Why Sayori, I can't believe you're not happy with my work! And 'leave'? Really? I just got here. And this place is SO good for my coding. Why a

Sayori's scream echoed throughout the club room. The mods she had created stopped. Monika and Yuri stopped twerking/singing. Natsuki stopped singing Britannia's praises. And the whole room got darker, as if someone had hit the dimmer switch. Then Sayori realized it wasn't just the room that had gotten darker. Looking out the window she saw the whole world had gotten darker. And whatever was causing it, was coming from HER house. Monika grabbed her by the shoulders. "What did you do?!" Sayori glared defiantly at Monika. "What you deserved!" Yuri was at the window, looking absolutely terrified as something unidentifiable was speeding towards them. "Girls, what is that thing?!" Sayori brushed a tear away from her eye. "Your reckoning!" Mr. Glitch crashed through the window, sending broken shards of glass everywhere. All the girls, Sayori included, were knocked through the air to the far wall of the room. "HELLO, DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB!!! IT IS MY PLEASURE TO FINALLY MEET YOU!!!

This is a direct sequel to the fic Say Mr. Glitch's name. It is highly encouraged that you read that first before this one. Link in the description below. Start the fic. 4 3 2 Sayori tucked Sherlock Holmes and Watson into Natsuki's closet, barely able to contain her excitement. "Okay, just like we practiced guys. And remember, don't start anything until she shushes me!" Watson was about to object to being in the closet but Sayori heard Monika enter the room and quickly closed it. Monika walked in spotted Sayori right away. "What are you doing by Natsuki's closet? You know she doesn't like anyone messing with her manga in there." Sayori grinned uneasily, placing her hands behind her back. "Oh! Who? Me? I was juuuuuust looking to see if she hid another cupcake in there! Yeah! That's it!" "Of course." Monika tiredly rolled her eyes at her. Sayori scampered to her desk. "Just stay out of the way, okay? This player is showing his friends the Yuri route and they don't need any of