doki doki?

"I want doki doki." bemoans a dead tired office slave, rolling around the office.

"I want to feels the feels." says the office slave, sanitizing everything ever in between clients and patients.

"I want to write shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiips." cries the office slave- steering the wheel to the car, running errands for the company.

"I waaaaant to give them rrrrrrrrrrroooooooomance- the doki doki heart beats feelsies! I want the world's greatest distractions! The ships! " sobs the slave, kicking out people and locking to doors to the office.

Sweet sweet freedom. Life is hard for 'essential' workers during pandemics. Overtime for everyone. CC resolves to run to sweet sweet freedom.

"Or you could drive home." pipes up the hamster, swinging the car keys and kicking a rolling tub of Clorox wipes. Now made mandatory at the office because the world is gross and she should probably wipe down her phone and keys and shit.

"Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh."

All work and no play makes CC a very dull author. All work makes CC a very dull person in general. Like an overused eraser, rubbed to the ends and bits. There was no instant cure for this, only enough time, rest and maybe caffeine.

And so CC zoomed zoomed to sweet freedom because there's no traffic as no one is out. She zoomed zoomed while blasting reggaeton trap music feeling like a gangsta despite looking like a wrung out dead office slave nerd. There was maybe a podcast playing too- something about veterinary science. For the hamster of course. Not bc CC is 333% nerd.

"I'm ready to make some doki dokis!" She screeches, parking the car.

*slam*

But there is a big problem blocking CC and Mr. Hamster for getting to the computer.

"Shower- now." orders CC's birthgiver.

BC CC is a poor student in addition to being an office slave and still mooches off under her parents' roof. She cannot dream of fighting against her mother, especially when said mother is in her fuzzy pjs whole holding a frying pan. What a scary sight. All moms are scary.

"Even scarier than me???" squeaks the hamster.

"Yes."

"Fine! GEt naked and disenfected for all I care."

But Hamster and CC do not separate for the birth giver throws both of them into the steaming shower to cook themselves clean. Bc the office is full of risks and germs. There is no ecchi- only death and hot clean.

"My heart - I want to write fluffy doki dokis." sobs CC, not knowing if it was her own hot tears or the shower running down.

Much dramatics. In the shower, she likes to act like Roy Mustang in that one scene. You know that one. Or any similar movie scene ever. Much cool. So dramatic. But then the hot water felt too nice so she fell asleep standing up.

"I'm drooooowning" squeaks Mr. Hamster to little to no avail, swirling down the whirlpool drain.

By the time CC woke up and resuscitates Mr. Hamster - it was a lot laggy of a time later. There was skin and fur to dry and there was dinner to mooch. Burp.

"I want to write things that make me go DOKI DOKI!!!" readies CC- finally clean and full in the tummy.

"Then get to writing!!!" screeches Mr. Hamster.

At this point even MR. Hamster is tired. VIolence is the best but if CC is willing to write just anything that will be good enough. Beggars can't be choosers in these hard times.

"DOKI DOKI!!!! eH- wait..."

The warcry that CC was so passionate about earlier comes to a sudden halt.

"I don't have any romance stories in the first place. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

CC kinda sorta misses the days she wrote fanfics instead of webnovels. Kinda. Lots of doki doki there, all right belonging to the original creator of course.

"Just put some roamnce in your existing novels." critiques Mr. Hamster.

CC was still stumped.

"But how?"

"What do you mean how! Just take a character and make them doki doki!!! THEN HURT THEM WITH DOKI DOKI!!! GIVE THEM A HEART ATTACK!!!!"

"...but how?"

The excitement in CC came to a screeching crash. Bam boom done.

She had two active MCs in her shitty list of novels. A delusional blood thirsty loli trap hermit or a really emotionally compromised toddler with a bad existential crisis. Neither were exactly doki doki material. There was just too much character development left to go.

"Meh, you'll get there eventually." surprisingly comforted Mr. Hamster.

That's true. We'll get there eventually. Because as cruel as MR. Hamster is or as lazy and flight CC was, they did want a satisfying endgame for their MCs. Not as a goal or a reward but the product of their own journeys.

"....We'll work to give them their happily ever eventually." gnawed Mr.Hamster.

It wasn't doki doki, but it touched something in this shitty slow author's heart.

There was hope after all, for some fictional characters. Maybe named Sophie or Rosalia or whatever. Happily ever after eventually. The best part, was building the path, the journey that would encompass that.

"Ok." CC nodded slowly, the restlessness in her morphing into something more artistically fueling.

"Eventually,..." repeated Mr. Hamster "....and in between now and eventually....WE MAKE READERS SUFFER!!!!!!! BURN!!! SLOW BURN THEM SO BAD THEY FALL OFF THE BONE AND MARINATE IN THEIR OWN TEARS! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

"....I don't think I can write THAT powerfully Mr. Hama."

"YOU CAN'T BUT I CAN."

The hamster starts crawling up CC's still wet hair, and CC got 2.8 seconds of restless fear before getting taken over again.

"Aw man. "

Maybe there will be hope for romance in CC's novels one day. Eventually. FI she ever figures out how to write it, because Mr. Hamster sure wasn't. One day ships will sail, but for now.....let's just chop down the damn wood first?

Where are the trees anyways? Can't build ships with stuff.

Damn, do they have to grow them?

Aw shit, eventually was gonna take awhile.