WARNING

This page contains spoilers for the game Doki Doki Literature Club, and covers dark themes such as SUICIDE and DEPRESSION. If you are planning on playing the game, it is recommended to view this article afterwards.

Sayori is a character from Doki Doki Literature Club, a visual novel "dating simulator" where you supposedly romance four girls that form an afterschool club focused on writing poems and discussing books. She is a teenage girl with light brown/pink messy hair that cuts just below her jaw, adorned with a red bow, blue eyes, and she oftens leaves her blazer open, with a hapahazardly tied bow around her collar, white calf length socks and white Uwabaki shoes with blue fronts.

Sayori is the MC's (main character's) childhood best friend. She is initially portrayed as the character archetype of a Genki Girl, that being her as overenthusiastic, friendly, and sometimes leaving peers exhausted or astonished following interactions due to her boundless energy.

Later in the game, it is revealed that Sayori suffers from depression, and works endlessly to make others happy to cope with her lack of self-love. She is usually the character to break up arguments (excluding MC) and the repercussions are seen during Yuri and Natsuki's fight in her absence in Act 2. Monika admits to the player that while she is the leader, Sayori is generally better at mediations and dealing with people.

She is very clumsy, and seen accidentally finding ways to hurt herself or dropping items. She has been known by MC to obsess over various activities, only to drop them entirely later: she says that writing and literature are different, however, as they give her a way to work through her feelings. Her depression causes her to be very disorganised, her room stated to be a mess until MC cleans it for her. Most days she cannot find a reason to get out of bed when she wakes, leading to her being consistently later for school. She changes for the worse in later game, when Monika amplifies her depression and suicidal tendencies.

Her depression seems to make her believe that she does not deserve to be loved, but at the same time she wants to be loved, especially by the protagonist, whom she has a crush on. When the player chooses to pursue one of the other girls, Sayori seems to suffer because she secretly wants the protagonist to love her while at the same time experiencing guilt for feeling bad in the first place. Her depression is also gradually amplified by Monika at this point. However, if the player actively chooses to pursue Sayori, she will still experience guilt since she doesn't believe that she deserves to be loved.

No matter what the protagonist chooses regarding her love confession, Sayori will kill herself on the day of the festival in the morning, closing Act 1. The next time she is seen is in Act 4, after Monika has been deleted by the player. In this new version of the game, she is the leader of the Literature Club, and contains only Sayori, Yuri and Natsuki. However, it is revealed that now she is self-aware, and possibly that the role as president of the Club grants this knowledge to the person. Monika, realising there is no happy ending for this world, deletes Sayori and the entire game in a final action.

sayori.chr is Sayori's character file in the game. When changed to a .ogg file, the audio can have a spectrograph applied to it, making a QR code leading to the website of Project Libitina. Not much is known, but it is thought that it is similar to Yuri's book: The Portrait of Markov, which deals with a human experiment prison.

Preferred Words:

Adventure, Alone, Amazing, Awesome
Beauty, Bed, Bliss, Broken
Calm, Charm, Cheer, Childhood, Clumsy, Color, Comfort, Cry
Dance, Dark, Daydream, Dazzle, Death, Defeat, Depression
Embrace, Empty, Excitement, Extraordinary
Family, Fear, Feather, Fireflies, Fireworks, Flower, Flying, Forgive, Friends, Fun
Grief
Happiness, Heart, Holiday, Hope, Hopeless, Hurt
Joy
Warm, Wonderful

Laugh, Lazy, Loud, Love, Lucky
Marriage, Memories, Misery, Misfortune, Music
Nature
Ocean
Pain, Party, Passion, Peaceful, Play, Prayer, Precious, Promise
Rainbow, Raincloud, Romance, Rose
Sadness, Scars, Shame, Silly, Sing, Smile, Sparkle, Special, Sunny, Sunset, Sweet
Tears, Together, Tragedy, Treasure
Unrequited
Vacation

Poems

Dear Sunshine

The way you glow through my blinds in the morning
It makes me feel like you missed me.
Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed.
Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?
Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?
I look above. The sky is blue.
It's a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.

But I'm not mad.

I want breakfast.

Bottles

I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams.
Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens.

I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
It's warm and tingly.
But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.
And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.

My collection makes me lots of friends.
Each bottle a starlight to make amends.
Sometimes my friend feels a certain way.
Down comes a bottle to save the day.

Night after night, more dreams.
Friend after friend, more bottles.
Deeper and deeper my fingers go.
Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies.
Digging and digging.
Scraping and scraping.

I blow dust off my bottle caps.
It doesn't feel like time elapsed.
My empty shelf could use some more.
My friends look through my locked front door.

Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends.
In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much?
I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after the other.
Holding them out to each and every friend.
Each and every bottle.
But every time I let one go, it shatters against the tile between my feet.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in shards, all over the floor.

They were supposed to be for my friends, my friends who aren't smiling.
They're all shouting, pleading. Something.
But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Inside my head.

Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of
Get.
Out.
Of.
My.
Head.

Get out of my head before I do what I know is best for you.
Get out of my head before I listen to everything she said to me.
Get out of my head before I show you how much I love you.
Get out of my head before I finish writing this poem.

But a poem is never actually finished.
It just stops moving.

Now everyone can be happy.