AN: Btw the name is pronounced like 'Joey'.

Also I finally thought about the Doki's sexualities. Instead of them all being Bi I wanted to mix it up a bit so here...

Natsuki - Bisexual (a head cannon I have)

Yuri - Demisexual (it makes a lot of sense when you think about it)

Sayori - Bisexual (she already said she loved abs on girls and boys so—)

Monika - Pansexual (also another head cannon, but it's pointed out as cannon—)

Mk enjoy!

Dadsuki's (Ryuk's) POV

AN: Count how many F words (like any form of the F word) Dadsuki says and I'll give you a gold turtle
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"OK MAGGOTS LUNCH IS OVER! GO GO GO!" Damn officer screaming!

Hi, hey, what the fuck ever. I'm telling the story now so you can hear about the hellhole I'm in. Yea yea talk all you want saying, "I'm glad you're in jail" or "I hope you die".

I really don't give a rats ass anymore, I'v already heard it fucking all.

"YOU HEARD ME DAYTON! GET YOUR ASS UP AND IN YOUR CELL!" The cunt officer screams at me. He grabs my shoulder, making me stand up.

"NOWWWWWW!!" I grit my teeth really hard trying not to let an insult come out. Ohhhh how I would fucking love to let my anger issues out on these damn officers.

To compose my anger, I follow what he had said, I walk to my cell where my forced roommate is waiting to play some card games. Yea we got nothing else to do in this God forsaken place.

Jesus it's like school all over again.

A shitty officer, like always, follows me to my bars, every time they do this so no one runs away or something. It's stupid because there's the PoPo everywhere in this place, why would they need to follow me?

"Alright, Dayton, free time. Don't play cards too long with 'ol Yaka." The officer said. "We won't..." I replied with.

"Good. Now get in there." After she spoke she finds the cell key that connects to my cell. Oh yea that's why they follow you. WhateverI remembered!

"Ay, Day, glad you could make it, ha! I'm shuffling the cards now." said Yakatwat as he shuffles the cards in his hands.

The officer gently opens the cell door while I exclaimed, "I will beat the crap out of you!" to him.

"Ha! So, just like what you did with your daughter?" He asks which lifts my boiling nerves. "Okay, okay." The woman officer pushes me into the cell and says, "If you get blood on the floor, you two are cleaning it." then she just walks away.

"Fine with me." I cracked my knuckles. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Day, it was a joke man, Jesus..." After Yakatwat said that I hesitated.

I didn't hesitate enough since before I knew it, I punched him in the stomach and pinned him against the floor, receiving a grunt from him.

"OW! DAMN IT!" He screamed louder with the amount of pressure I put on him. All of the cards have gone flying everywhere. "Cards. NOW YOU LITTLE SHIT!" My voice was stern and obnoxious.

By his features I could tell he was about to say another joke, so I put even more pressure on him. "OKAY, OKAY!" He shouted. "RACK EM UP!"

"Good." I was proud he listened to me, heh. Works every time. "AND YOU ONLY USE 'RACK EM UP' FOR POOL, IDIOT!"

Yaka finally sits up from the past actions of mine, panting. "W-What... do... you... mean?! You use... it for... every sport... god I'm dying." He lowers his head.

"OHOHO! LETS FUCKING BET ON IT!" I screamed again.

"Yea— oh give me a minute."

"Quit being a man baby and let's play poker, Yakatwat! Seriously you were an Arsonist!"

"Yea— owww!"

"FOR FUCK SAKE!"
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"Ha ha haaaaa. Four of a kind big guy!" I lay out my four A's and one Jack on the floor, smirking. "BEAT THAT!"

I was smirking at the fact that his face was frustrated, but that smirk suddenly faded when I saw his face turn smug.

OH COME ON! Yakatwat lays out his hand, which was a hand alright! A royal fucking flush! HOW DID THIS IDIOT GET A ROYAL FLUSH!

"IN YO FACE, DAY!" The arsonist pumps two fists in the air while I slammed my fist on the ground.

"DAMMIT YOU JUST GOT LUCKY, I CALL REDO!"

"Uh, uh, uh. You know the deal, Day, PEOPLE WILL SAY 'RACK EM UP' IN EVERY SPORT!" The idiot just cackles like a maniac. He is a maniac. We both are.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" I screamed, putting a fist in the air, tightening it.

"NO, DAY! You already had one fight with 'em!" I turn my head to see some guy officer looking at us through the bars.

"Now put the fist away or that's another month in jail." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. I don't want another day, month, year in this place, so I loosen my fist, propping it on the ground.

"Yes, sir..." Asshole.

"Anyway, I'm not here for you, I'm here for Yaka." Officunt points to Yakatwat. It was Arsonist Magee's turn to turn his head towards the police officer.

He points to himself where he quizzically let's out an, "Ehh? Me, Sir?"

"Yes. You. If you have been counting the days (which I doubt you have) you would know that today is your freedom day." The officunt looks at him with no emotions once so ever.

"Wait what?" "Wait what?!" Me and Yaka exclaimed at the same time but we had different pitches in our voice. Mine was more loud.

Officer clears his throat. "I said... today is your freedom day. The day where you get out of prison, and live a life that is now ruined because you have a prison recorded."

I can't believe this! Yakatwat is leaving already! I mean I'm happy because he's an idiot but at least I had someone to play cards with! GREAT!

Yaka's jaw was so wide open that I think it plummeted on the floor, dug a tunnel, and went straight to New Zealand. Dear god.

"HA HA HAHAHA! FINALLY!" Yakatwat gets up from the floor where he walks up to the cell bars, then the officer finds the right key for this cell. They all have keys for every cell or whatever.

The officer gently puts the key in the lock, unlocking it. Yakatwat, being his idiot self, cackles out when the cell door is unlocked, making the officer loose brain cells probably. I know I'm loosing brain cells everyday in here.

"See ya, Day! See ya in another life time!" Yaka shouted, waving God that was cheesy, ugh. "BYE! You were always an idiot." I cross my arms.

"Anyway, it's time to perform my dream as a truck driver. Lead the way, Officer!" Once he walks on the other side, the officunt locks the door back.

"Oh and Dayton. You'll be alone... for now." The officer just now said, like, he just now remembered. Ah, what's he mean by that?

Am I getting another crackhead for a roommate? Well, that's the only fucking option I have now isn't it?

I mean I got nothing else to do so I decided to pick up the cards that flung everywhere. Since Yakatwat is gone the prisoners are as loud as ever. Usually I'd just be hearing Yaka because he was always loud, but since he's gone I can hear the guys.

Weird. I fucking know.

Once I picked up all the cards with a huff, I stack them all together, fixing their angles, shuffle them, you get the fucking point.

Now that, that's done... I put the cards back in the box and put them on the prison bench.

Uh what to do... it's quiet— in this cell— AGH! I'M NOT LONLEY SHUT UP! I'm just saying!

Back and forth I look around the cell for ideas. I only see the cards again, bunk beds, and that's it. The only using of my fucking entertainment.

I could just take a nap? Wow that felt good to think actually, but Yaka was the one to keep me 'company'— NO NO NO NO NO I DON'T MISS HIM! I DON'T!

Yea! I don't miss him! I WILL take a fucking nap!

It's decided then, I'm taking a... nap on the... lumpy bed... like at that crappy Motel me and the Squirt went to— whatever enough monologuing about that, just go to sleep. I go over to my bed which is the bottom one because there was no way in hell I was sleeping on the top bunk!

I laid down. It was hard getting comfortable in this damn bed every night, I always have to switch to my side, back, stomach, every 5 minutes.

Then there's the blanket... it's not that bad actually, I covered myself with it like always and it's pretty cozy. It's better than the mattress of hell.

Finally, lay on my stomach, I can feel the hard part of the bed that's putting presser on my stomach, but you know what I'll just switch to my back later, HA!

Then I closed my eyes...
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"Dayyyytonnn." I heard a voice calling me.

I decided to ignore it by shuffling on my side.

"Dayton!" I heard it again only louder. I repeat the same action.

"DAYTON GET YOUR ASS UP!"

That time I boasted up from my bed, hitting my head on the bottom of the top bunk. "OW, OW! I'm up!" I groaned. "WAKE UP WHEN I CALL YOUR NAME THE FIRST TIME!" Oh it was an officer calling me! I'm not exactly awake yet so I forgot I was even in prison.

I replied to... him with a "Yes, sir..." I'm sick of saying that, but it's all I got. I don't want to risk another month in here.

"Good! Now, I have some news for you." The officer says to me. As I rub the area of my head where it hurts, my first instinct to his words was I gave him a confused look.

"I get freedom early?" I ask. After a few seconds the officer bursts out laughing. "Haha. I didn't say it was good news." He said.

"No, uh, we have a new prisoner who will be joining us. Because of this, he'll be your new roommate because we don't have any open cells at the time being." The officers says while folding his arms behind his back.

"Wait..." I take my hand off my head, "A new roommate already?" I question.

"Yeah, so congrats! You gotta another guy to play cards with or whatever. ALRIGHT BOYS BRING 'EM OVER!" The officer yells on the spot.

Wow another guy already. Okay, what does my low life 'buddy' look like?

The police officer backs up while I hear some talking and footsteps coming this way. That must be them— of course it's fucking them what am I saying?!

I see two officers walking a guy, who by the way was handcuffed, I couldn't see him much except his hair and cuffs. His hair was white but at the tip of his strokes it was red.

"Alright, here you are Dayton, your new roommate." Once the officunt says that, the two guys are now facing forwarded, meaning I can see the guy fully.

Not a lot of muscle on him.

He's pretty skinny actually, I was expecting him to be a body builder or something.

The guy notices me in my bed and asks, "We get naps here?"

"We may not because someone doesn't get up right away when someone else calls them." The officunt replied to him while glaring at me. Oh fuck off you bitch!

The two police officers that walked him here are taking his handcuffs off while the officer who yelled at me while I was sleeping was finding the key to unlock the cell.

He finally does and uses it to unlock the cell door. "Alright, now get in there!" That's when the two officunts push him in the cell, but he falls on the floor.

"You two have fun." The officers leave us alone. Um... the man isn't moving! "Ay, bird legs, you okay or what?" I ask him.

He groans from pain as he props himself up on the floor. "Are you gonna get out of that bed?" He asks me back without answering my question. This guy—

"Yea I was, bird legs!" I pull back the sheets, getting out of my bed. "Then there's your answer, bedhead." He winks at me— HE WINKS AT ME?! He also gets up from the floor.

"DON'T WINK AT ME!" I growl. The guy just shrugs and sits on the prison bench next to the cards. Who does this guy think he is? Winking at me and call a name back. What fucking balls!

"So, bird legs, what are you even in for? You don't look like the type of guy to get slammed." I said.

"Jeez you're a rollercoaster. Well, I got caught stealing money from work, so I'll be in here for, like, five years." Jack replied with— I mean Joi.

"Ha. You stealing money from work?" I ask, leaning against the wall, crossing my arms.

Joi just rolls his eyes at me and asks, "How did you get in here, bedhead?"

"Uh..." I trail off.

"You're hesitating." He says.

"Wha— I am not! I haven't even said anything!"

"Exactly, now what did you do?"

I crease my eyebrows even more at his question and he notices. "Look if you don't want to talk about it—"

I cut him off.

"I abused my daughter okay! Gotten drunk, beaten her, because of these fucking anger issues! The day on court, I was just being a fucking idiot, HELL I'm always an idiot!"

Joi didn't have anything to say and honestly I don't blame him. The only thing I did after I exclaimed everything is: I slide against the wall, sighing.

Jesus, I met this guy for 10 minutes and he already knows some personal things about me. Damn, I haven't even gave him my name yet!

"Joi." He said. I look back at him very confused. "Eh? What the hell do you mean?!" I ask.

"The name's Joi Raibu. I had a feeling you wanted to know." The white/red head said.

I roll my eyes, "Oh... I'm Ryuk Dayton." Now here we are, he finally knows my name. I feel like this whole conversation is backwards.

"This conversation is backwards, huh?" He asks me, like he knew what I wanted to hear.

"Knowing that you already know I abused my kid before knowing my name, then yes." I answered while rolling my eyes again.

Joi quirked up a eyebrow and said, "Well, you asked how I went to jail first so..."

"WHATEVER I KNEW THAT!"

"I'm just saying—"

"I KNOW! AH— AGH!" I put my hands on my head.

The damn guy lowly chuckles to himself. "Wow. You're a mess." He proceeds to pull something out of his green prison uniform, which I don't even fucking know how he sneaked that in— and grasps it.

Aside from that, this Joi guy just loves to push my buttons doesn't he? WHY did I tell him I had anger issues?! Ugh!

"So, what was your daughter like, bedhead? Was she like you?" He asks. Oh no! I see what he's doing! I won't tell him!

"If you think I'm gonna screw with you again, then no. I genuinely just want to know." The white/redhead shrugs.

This fucking guy—

I was about to yell something at him, but then I noticed the thingy he pulled out of his prison uniform. It was some kind of book and not just any kind of book.

It was... manga.

"Ugh. Well, for starters she always read that crap you're reading right now. Manga. She got that part from her mother." I explained.

"Oh, really? Well that's my kind of person then." He said. "Whatever, Weeb. Natsuki was a feisty one too. Before she was scared to even see me, she would steam off sometimes."

"Ha. Now she definitely got that from her old man." Joi says.

"No shit. She definitely didn't get her anger issues from Rem, oh no. Rem always kept her cool. She was sweet, caring, and damn that woman loved Manga." You couldn't see it but I smiled on the inside from thinking about Rem.

"Ooo Ryuk and Rem. Just like the shinigami from My Future Note." Joi said excitedly which confused me.

"What? Shinigami? What the hell is that?!" I ask him. "Okay, okay it's hard to explain, but they're in my manga here." The white/red head holds the book out towards me to where the cover is showing.

My Future Note

At the top there were the letters 'My Future Note'... for some reason some of the letter were turned side ways... and there was a weird dude on it... and—

"You see that guy with the popped out eyesballs? That's Ryuk. Yea, he's behind Bright, the brunette." Joi points to the weird dude I was talking about in my monologue. Or in this monologue?

"Jesus. Manga is still weird to me!" I said. "It be like that. This story has a crazy Yandere douche who loves the main girl, shinigami, cop side stories, and etc." Joi explains.

"Anyway, bird legs. Enough about weeb shit..." I motion back and forth with my hand, "I told you about my family, now I want to hear about yours"

"Really?" He asks with one eyebrow raised. "Just get on with it!" This time I scoot closer to him across the floor, with my arms folded.

"Okay then. Well, I used to have a wife a longg time ago but we had to get a divorce." He coughs out a, "Uh, issues."

"And... what's her name?" I ask. "Her name? Her name was Mari. She was always a hard worker, always. I tried multiple time to get her to slow her pace but she never listened, she kept on anyway. She wasn't even over working herself for money, she was doing it for her own pleasure." He said.

"Ugh. Did you have to word it like that?" I ask.

"Like what?"

"Pleasure..." I cringe.

"Pervert."

"WHO YOU CALLING A PERVERT?!"

"You. You dirty bedhead." He smirks.

"YOU WANNA GO?!"

"Yes. Lay it on me." I want to wipe of that stupid smirk!

"OKAY BIRDY BOY! LETS GO!"

I get up off the floor and fling myself at Joi, who was waiting for me to strike. He's just going to sit there?! Fine by me, I'll go for the stomach like I do with Yaka.

I hold out my elbow to where it's facing him, hit a bit, and fling it to his stomach. This should be enough force to make him fall to the ground, or I can do a leg lock after afterwards.

My plans suddenly went down hill when Joi had grabbed my elbow while I was striking in mid strike. He then unfolds my folded arm, twists the elbow cap, where it sends pain to my fore arm and pretty much my whole arm. He slams me on the floor, stomach first. You could hear a big 'plonk' because of me.

"AGH! WHAT THE HELL?! HOW?! YOU'RE ALL SKIN AND BONES?!" I exclaimed.

"Heh. Skin and bones doesn't mean anything. It's all about the strategy." When he said that, I look back at him just to find him winking at me.

"STOP WINKING AT ME!"

"Ah... no."

This went on for a minute or two. We were both arguing like we've been friends for a long time, but then a police officer came by to break the chaos.

"LADIES! LADIES! More of that later! It's time for dinner so hurry up!" The officunt notified us both. He was opening the cell door for us.

Immediately, Joi gets off of me and I stand up from the floor dusting myself off. "Okay, then. I have to fix my manga because if that." Joi said, then he made sure for any bends on the paper, but it was fine, so he neatly put it in his uniform.

Seriously how does he do that!

"Finally! Skinny bones, weeb, bird legs, weeb, let's go get some fucking grub!" I shouted.

"Sure thing, bedhead. I got say, you aren't half bad... I think I can deal with you." The white/redhead pats me hard on the back while FUCKING WINKING AT ME AGAIN!

He was in front of me, but I was going to scream this anyway, "STOP WINKING AT ME FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME, BIRD BOY!"

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"Nu uh. Not for 5 years, bedhead."

Turtle Question #5: How many F words did you count? (There should be 15.)

Turtle Question #6: What do y'all think about Joi?