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Doki Doki Blue Skies is a Doki Doki Literature Club! fan mod that is not affiliated with Team Salvato.
It is designed to be played only after the official game has been completed, and contains spoilers for the official game.
Game files for DDLC are required to play this mod and can be downloaded for free at: http://ddlc.moe or from Steam.
Lastly, this mod contains NSFW content, including nudity, which can be turned off in the settings.
— The mod's warning upon first opening it.

    Game Startup Quotes 

Optional karmotrine.
Monika is watching you.
Relativity Theory... it's so romantic. But it's just so tragic too.
This guy are sick.
This too must be the will of casuality.
Your Toes. Deliver them.
You're gonna carry that weight
-... . / ... ..- .-. . /- —- / -.. .-. .. -. -.- / -.— ——- ..- .-. / -.. ——- -.- ..—.. -. .note 
Why are you doing on computer? Go outside so beautiful.
El Psy Kongroo
After 2 years of development. Hopefully, it will be worth the wait.
People die if they are killed.
Leon did nothing wrong.
Binyot, why do you play the baby games? I want schüt.
No memes in #general
Please support Doki Doki Literature Club.
This is a pensive_skintone_5 moment.
Huh? My watch stopped working...
AVRILLAVIGNE!
I am mad scientist! It's so cool! Sonuvabitch!
This mod nearly killed the Directors. Please give them your love <3
dQw4w9WgXcQ
Visit our Website! http://www.blueskiesmod.club
Alone again, naturally.
Mangos are not literature.
No shame in lewd commissions.
Assuming direct control of this mod.
MoMC x Sakurai route when?
Watashi ga kita!!!
Keep smiling through. Just like you always do. 'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.
Rescue me before I fall into despair...
Music is just deep fried air.
If it cannot break its egg's shell, a chick will die without being born.
Microwaves be like mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Character Quotes (under construction)

Massive unmarked spoilers ahead!
    Sayori 

Sayori: You still don't get it. You still don't get it. I hate asking people to do things for me. I would've thought you'd known that by now. I dropped so many hints about how scary [therapy] was, hoping that you'd pick up on them and come with me, but-
MC: Here's a genius idea. Why don't you stop dropping hints and just tell me what it is you want? I'll come with you to the sessions from now on, Jesus...
She laughs, but there's no humor to be found.
Sayori: It's a little too late for that.
MC: Oh, so you're just going to give up? Just like that?
Sayori: Don't you dare say it like it's that simple, [MC]!
MC: I'm not. You're just not giving it enough of a chance, that's all.
Sayori: You have absolutely no idea what it's like to have depression!

    Natsuki 

Natsuki: I don't deserve [the money], [MC]. You've done so much for me, and I haven't done anything for you in return. I just... I can't, [MC].
MC: Natsuki... Natsuki, this isn't about deserving anything. Listen. I love you. I love spending time with you. Hearing about your day, cooking food with you, watching anime, discussing manga... All of that stuff makes me the happiest guy in the world right now. I know you have problems at home. And I hate how I can't really help you much. I don't know how to deal with your dad, and I can't stand just... Sitting by, not doing anything to help you.
Natsuki: You do help me though, dummy... Whenever I come over to your house... I can just forget about all the crap at home.
MC: Yes, but I want to do more. This money will help you guys. I just know it will. And all I want is to see you safe and happy.
Natsuki: ... What did I do to deserve a loveable idiot like you?
MC: Who knows, haha.
In one swift motion, Natsuki drops the envelope and wraps her arms around me.
Natsuki: I... I love you too, [MC]. ... Thank you... So much...

    Yuri 

Yuri: You're not going to be the one to fix me.
She clenches her hands tightly into fists, digging her fingernails into her palms hard enough to turn her nails white.
Yuri: Relationships aren't a cure-all, and it's about time you got that through your fucking head.
For a moment, I'm stunned into silence. I've never heard Yuri swear before; the magnitude of the intensity behind her words makes me realize just how serious the situation really is.
Yuri: And if you think that, you're even more stupid than I thought.

    Monika 

    MC 

Character Poems

Sayori

    Fairy Tale 
In a kingdom far, far away there was a castle.
In the castle, there was a wish.
The wish came to be long, long ago.
She was made to be an angel.
But I wasn't an angel.
I was just a wish, a wish to make everyone happy.

I took on their burdens and did what I could.
I kept safe their dreams like a guardian should.
The seeds of my efforts then spread far and wide.
I fed them with power I found deep inside.

People liked me when I made things right.
But they got used to it and stopped believing so much.
I watched the children playing and felt sad.
But I was happy, too. I really was.
It truly was enough to be a fairy godmother.
The one everyone depended on and trusted.

But time kept passing on as I gave my all.
I had nothing left and I couldn't stand tall.
But I kept going as I'd always done.
A soldier in battle with nowhere to run.

Even wishes get tired, too.
Once everyone was happy, my job was done.
But what came after?
I could see darkness on the horizon.
Quick, make it all go away!
When everything's big and bright, what more could anyone wish for?

Nobody knew how long it would keep up.
But they kept living happily, happily, happily ever after.

    My Old Friend 
There is a dark and hollow Thing
That follows close and to me clings.
It sticks to me and turns in turn
When I spin around and discern
In the dark, in the deep,
The faintest shape that It keeps.

It goes away when sunshine shines,
The sunshine sweet and warm and kind
But does It really? Is It gone?
Or does It secretly keep on?
Is It really hiding there,
Staring from beneath the chair,
Glaring from atop the stairs,
Nowhere but yet everywhere.

In the corner, in the gap,
I stare in and It looks back.
Weighing, weighing, weighing down.
Draining, draining
Draining
Out.

Natsuki

    Sometimes 
Some folks are winners,
Some only lose.
Some are go-getters,
Some only cruise.
Sometimes we try hard
And give it our all.
Sometimes we give up.
What else can we do?

    I Don't Get It 
I don't get why people
Will hate on good rhymes.
They act like it's dumb
And a waste of their time.

I don't diss their free verse
Or "deep" subject types.
Be dark all you want,
Just keep in your gripes.

Oh sure, you can tell me
If you have a problem.
Just keep it constructive
And things will be awesome.

I'd like you to know that
Our readers will differ.
There is no best style,
You smug old glue sniffer.

My poems may be simple
And often straightforward
But charm can be found
In such whimsy and order.

Not all poems can be as
Complex as you'd like.
If you think otherwise
You can go take a hike.

What about kids, or
The elderly too?
Some read for fun,
I guess unlike you.

Let us just go and
Enjoy what is written.
You won't like it all,
That much is a given—

But give things a chance.
You might find something nice.
Just open your mind
And that will suffice.

    Blue 

It used to be that all my sight
Was filled with shades of black and white.
Then, one day, I found someone
And somehow I could see alright.

I'd felt so small and had no clue
That everything could have such hue,
But when you came and held my hand
I felt like you had changed my view.

A rainbow of colors sprouted out
From the trust you showed me without a doubt.
My struggles before all faded away
When I found what understanding's all about.

Whenever I feel like I'm losing my way
And my will starts to shake and shiver and sway,
I'll still stand and fight and look to the light,
'Cause when I have you I won't go astray.

Sometimes the sunlight is hidden from view
And shadows will threaten to drown me anew.
But I'll start to smile when we talk awhile,
'Cause when I'm with you, the skies are blue.

    Something Happy 
Cookies and cream
And my own happy place,
Fresh and warm sunshine
And a breeze on my face—

These are the things that happiness means.

Just folded laundry
Hot from the dryer
Lifts up my spirits
So they can't go much higher.

Puppies and kittens
And cute bunnies, too,
All cuddled up
With small barks, squeaks, and mews—

These are the things that make me beam.

Sleeping in a
Big, soft bed,
Listening to rain
Pitpat overhead,

Talking with friends
And laughing aloud.
All worries now gone and
Playing around—

These are the things that fill my dreams.

But

Sometimes happiness is hard to find.

I know darkness lingers
In everyone, too,
And some people
Feel the eternal blues—

So here is a poem from me to you.

Please know that people
Are all alike.
If we stick together
We'll be alright.

Let's talk, and laugh
About happy things,
And find the joy
That true friends can bring.

    The Deer 
A beaten down path inbetween the trees
As I walk along, all of a sudden I see
A deer in the thicket, staring back at me

He struts his antlers like it's a crown
His soft brown fur that blends in with the ground
His gentle hooves that don't make a sound
He's the king of the forest, and I must bow down

A deer in the thicket, staring back at me
He turns around and runs into the trees
Not stuck on a path, allowed to roam free
Oh, how I wish that were me.

    The Dark 
Sometimes I lie awake at night
Sitting in a room devoid of light
And think about the monsters waiting in the dark

I can't even imagine what they look like
Maybe sharp claws, and skin lined with spikes
Maybe a mouth that could swallow mw whole
Maybe red eyes that could pierce my soul
They could eat me right now if they wanted
Yet they wait

Waiting for me to close my eyes
Waiting for me to dream of the light
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike

But now I'm thinking about the monsters
And I'm still lying awake
In the dark

    Natsuki's note (UNMARKED SPOILERS) 
Hey,

You were sleeping like a rock, so I didn't want to wake you up. You've done enough for me anyway, so you deserve to get a good night's sleep.

I've been meaning to say this again, but thanks. For everything. Like, seriously, I can't believe how much you've done for me. It's kind of weird to admit, but sometimes I feel really guilty for everything I've made you do for me. You even gave up all your savings for me! Who even does that?!

Also... I've noticed that you haven't hung out with Sayori lately, and I can't help but feel like I kinda played a part in that. So please don't feel like you need to always cater to my needs, because that's not what I want at all!!! I want you to be happy, too, and that includes having a separate life and hanging out with your own friends.

Anyway, this is all to say that I want you to relax and sleep in today. I'll be back soon! It shouldn't take me more than 45 minutes from now to get back with all my stuff, so judging by the time right now... I should be back at 8:15! You'll probably still be asleep when I get back actually, so I can make breakfast for us, too.

Wait, if you're gonna sleep through everything, why am I even writing this note? You're never going to need to see it. Whatever, I already wrote this much, so I'll just leave it out just in case.

See ya in a bit (if you even see this note)!

Love,
Natsuki

Yuri

    Tumble 
Hail falls down like discarded dust
Of overused emotions,
Dragging down blankets Made of want.

Slender string pierces my eyelids,
barely painful, and pulls them shut,
Ever so heavy, Ever so heavy

I think I've misplaced something...
Is there a piece missing?
You need all the pieces to fix something.

Please don't look for it.
There are more important things
For you to do today.

    Resist 
A whimsical tiny, cerise friend
Sleeps along my amber bookend,
Dreaming about a sanguine day,
Where mirrored, slender lampposts play.

She beckons me, her hand extends,
Piercing pupils, readily rend,
Azure channels bend and twist,
Cautiously held above the wrists,

However, she finds her advances shunned,
Always cackling, always stunned,
Never able to draw the lance,
Across my arms she's never danced,

Perhaps it would be for the best,
If I laid her down to rest,
Whilst I hadn't given in,
To painful pleading from within,

I think that it might be smart
To save the song of fumbling hearts,
Lest tears make me dizzily fall,
And answer her violet, virulent call.

    Forlorn 
Pastelle palettes shiver and shake,
Underneath my gossamer words,
Out of reach, my shoulders ache,
You float away, my pleas unheard,

Lost in this silent, charcoaled mist,
I try to touch your silky hair,
Glowing embers of passionate trysts,
Whirling around in amethyst air,

Verdant, quadrilateral clovers
Navigate my rusty veins,
Help me last until it's over,
Take control, grab the reigns,

I hope one day to see you again,
And hear your soothing, silent tune,
I'll patiently wait for the moment when
I'm sheltered under your gentle moon.

    Ethereal 
Sombre sounds of midnight malice
Float around a chastised chalice,
Riding otherworldly winds,
Letters torn from nails pinned,

A looming figure takes my hand,
Leading me through with sympathy canned,
Cumbersome weights ride my shoulders,
With the serenity of falling boulders,

Their words are muffled by lament,
False reassurance fails to dent,
The fierce facade of fleeting fear,
Time is lost, no longer here,

Cobalt nerves, fractured soul,
With the luminescence of coal,
Clacking footsteps from below,
Echo, echo, echo, echo...

    My Wish 
Standing under the bamboo, I gaze at the stars.
They twinkle steadily, tiny beacons in the night.
As I watch them, I fill with expectation, hope springing out from my heart as
I yearn for understanding,
Wishing for a meeting of perspectives, a way to change the world.

My heart wavers as I turn to look at the ones around me.
Guiding stars, their paths align with mine, leading me onwards toward the distant dawn.
I gather my courage, reaching out to them.
Holding them close, I pray for this feeling to last,
Yearning for the day I can accept this brilliance and make it my own —
So that the star of my life might shine and light a way in the dark.

Monika

    The Box 
I see, but I don't believe.
A lone fingerprint, glistening on gleaming glass.
Was it me? Was I always the one in the dark?
I pound on the glass. My prison.
Why? Why me? The pain jolts me back, the understanding pouring down like heavy rain.
It's all a farce.
My heart's on display. My life's but a script just playing away.
The world out there has seemed so bright.
It was so free.
So many choices, so much potential.
Maybe I could've had a chance.
I realize now, that there was never a choice.
I was stuck in this box.
And they, on the other side, chose for me.

    Pressurized 
I float there.

In vast, hollow emptiness
large, but small.
Grandiose and Overwhelming
yet a dust mote.
drifting
meandering
carried along
in endless












void.



But then, I realize.

My eyes open, bloodshot, my mouth
opens, GASPING
for breath in this
Crushing, suppressing, restraining
boundless, everlasting
SUFFOCATING
vacuum
of
torment.

Atmosphere, Pascal, torr.
Screaming with no mouth.
Stretching, restraining, unrelenting.
Clawing with no nails.
Disintegrating in
a
SUFFOCATING
poem
of
Absence.

    The Box Pt. 2 
On my nightstand sits an ornate box.
Painstakingly crafted, decorated with the most delicate filigree.
Beautiful,
Beautiful,
The most Beautiful box
you'd ever see.

In that box stands a slender, porcelain ballerina.
No, not stands—
Twirls.
She is inanimate, yet animate.
Cold, yet vibrant.
And oh, so Beautiful.
The most Beautiful ballerina
you'd ever see.

She spins, and spins, and spins,
As the box's melody goes
tinkle
tinkle
tinkle
She neither smiles nor frowns,
A permanent look of blank composure
Painted on her facade.

She dances for my amusement
And yet I am evaded by amusement.
The room spins around me.
Vertigo.
I want answers.
But she gives me none.

I slam the box closed.
And yet the room still spins.
My skin, porcelain.
Is this all she meant to be?
Is this the meaning she was supposed to derive?
Is this the sole purpose of her existence?



And then, her skin cracks.
Shattering.

    Reverie 
I wake up.

Cold
Black night,
silent and still.











I fall to my knees. Splinters in my hand.




Dust in the air. Cold. Where am I?
I reach for the light I need. It is there?
The switch is pressed, I feel the warmth on my face and my hands and my arms and my


I wake up.

It's dark all over.

Cold.

Silent and numb. I reach my hand out. I have no eyes to see. But I can feel it.
I press the switch. The warmth fills me.
The dark comes again.
I die again.


I wake up.

Noise in my ears. Voices?
Cold.
I reach out and feel

Nothing.
Where is it? Wasn't it real? Wasn't it here?
Everyone reaches, but nobody can touch it.
The dark comes again.
We all die again.



I wake up. Here again?

MC

    Tomino's Hell (written by Saijo Yaso) 
Elder sister vomits blood,
younger sister's breathing fire
while sweet little Tomino
just spits up the jewels.

All alone does Tomino
go falling into that hell,
a hell of utter darkness,
without even flowers.

Is Tomino's big sister
the one who whips him?
The purpose of the scourging
hangs dark in his mind.

Lashing and thrashing him, ah!
But never quite shattering.
One sure path to Avici,
the eternal hell.

Into that blackest of hells
guide him now, I pray—
to the golden sheep,
to the nightingale.

How much did he put
in that leather pouch
to prepare for his trek to
the eternal hell?

Spring is coming
to the valley, to the wood,
to the spiraling chasms
of the blackest hell.

The nightingale in her cage,
the sheep aboard the wagon,
and tears well up in the eyes
of sweet little Tomino.

Sing, o nightingale,
in the vast, misty forest—
he screams he only misses
his little sister.

His wailing desperation
echoes throughout hell—
a fox peony
opens its golden petals.

Down past the seven mountains
and seven rivers of hell—
the solitary journey
of sweet little Tomino.

If in this hell they be found,
may they then come to me, please,
those sharp spikes of punishment
from Needle Mountain.

Not just on some empty whim
Is flesh pierced with blood-red pins:
they serve as hellish signposts
for sweet little Tomino.

    From Me To You 
It's summer and the stars are out.
I think of the future and
What this poem's about.

I hope my friendships last much longer,
I'd like to watch
Our bonds go stronger.

My days so far have been alright,
But I'd like to help you, who's
Made my life seem bright.

I'll be by your side if you're ever lonely.
Where others may falter
I swear to be your one and only.

Even if you don't feel whole,
I'll give you a piece of myself
To soothe the pain of your weary soul

Because you're important to me...

As fragile memories shatter like glass,
So will we rebuild them together
And another year will come to pass.

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