A Parody of Visual Novels that Features Friends of Mine

(Note: This was something I made in last year but never came around to finish. Perhaps I'll try finishing it one day.)

???: Onii-chan, wake up! You’re going to be late again!

I wake up to the sound of my little twin sister, Grotech. Well, actually, she isn’t my twin sister. She is 2 years younger than me, but everyone says we look the same. However, I beg to differ.

She has black, wavy hair, cute eyes, a reasonably big chest, (D-cup), small ears, and a little fox badge on the right side of her hair. She says she only has it because she finds foxes to be cute.

GROTECH: Wumpus, I hate seeing you get yelled at by your teacher! You know that! But I also hate having to wake you up every day!

YOU: Ah, so you care about me?

GROTECH: I’ve never said such a thing! I only hate seeing you get yelled at because my friend’s parents might think I will turn out to be like you!

YOU: ...

Our parents are currently working at the moment. They always leave the house early and come back late. They also trust us to watch over the house. However, when we go to school, there is nothing we can do. So our parents put cameras all over the house because they are that paranoid of a robber barging in.

GROTECH: A-anyway... mom packed a bento for you and left it on the kitchen table. I’m going to go now! And don’t you dare waste any more time!

YOU: ...

GROTECH: Don’t look at me with that face!

YOU: ...

Grotech throws a book at me. It didn’t hit me, but imagine what would’ve happened if it did...

GROTECH: Also, you have like, 1 friend! Nig-san, or something? I think you should join the Gacha club at your school.

She goes into her room and then comes back with a paper. She sits beside me on my bed and shows it to me.

GROTECH: Ah, here it is.

Well, duh. You have it in your hand.

GROTECH: So anyway, just read over it as you walk to school. I’m leaving now...

She hands it over to me, stands up, and quickly runs out of my room. I just get dressed and I stuff the paper in my pocket. Then I leave the house and make sure the door is locked. Well, I don’t know how to lock the top lock, so I will just cross my fingers that nobody robs the house.

As I leave the house, I see my childhood (and only) friend, Nig-san, waiting for me outside. That isn’t out of the normal, but I don’t know why she keeps waiting for me. I mean, I’m late, so she might as well just walk to school anyway, right?

NIG-SAN: Hello, Wumpucchi.

YOU: Hi, Nig-san!

Her name is actually just “Nig.” But everyone calls her “Nig-san” because... actually, I don’t really know. She wears black stockings, wears a hime cut, and has a busty figure. The difference between her and Grotech is apparent. Obviously, Nig-san wins.

As we walk to the school, I ask Nig-san a question that I usually keep stored in my head.

YOU: Nig-san... why do you keep waiting for me? Don’t you know you’ll be late too?

NIG-SAN: J-jeez! I’m not late because I want to! I’m only late because you are making me late! I mean...

Nig-san trails off. I don’t say anything after that, and it seems she didn’t particularly want a response, either.

We walk in serene silence on our way to school. (Well, kinda. There is still a garbage truck making noise.)

We finally get to the school. It is called Tosa High School. There is nothing particularly special about this school besides the fact there seem to be more girls than boys here.

Probably.

On an unrelated note, another reason I’m surprised Nig-san keeps waiting for me is that she lives closer to THS. So her offering to walk to my house and come back to the school just seems like a lot of extra work. I suppose this is what you call “true loyalty.”

Also, I’ve met Nig-san when I was still 6. Now, I’m 18.

Anyway, classes are about to start, so I say “good-bye” to Nig-san. Before she heads to her class, she tells me I dropped something. It’s…

NIG-SAN: A paper detailing the information about the Gacha club? So you are interested in joining?

YOU: Er, not really. Grotech just gave me the paper earlier today…

NIG-SAN: Oh. I see.

She hands me over the crumpled (and a bit wet) piece of paper, then heads off to class.

NIG-SAN: See you after class!

YOU: See ya, Nig-san!