Wait, That's Not How You Play a Gal Game!

Yolanda Norkas is a high school girl who moved from Central City to Gotham because of her parents' work. The night before the move, she was so nervous that she barely slept, and as a result, she started seeing things.

Otherwise, how could she explain why some people looked like colored blocks?! Aaaah!

On her first day at her new school, Yolanda walked into the classroom and spotted a neatly seated red-and-black humanoid block by the window. It could move, talk, and even get amazing grades...

Something's not right. How can anything in Gotham turn into a spirit?

Red-and-black block: Why is the new girl looking at me like she's seen a ghost? Is there something wrong with my outfit today?

There was no choice but to force herself to get used to it. Yolanda: Fine, whatever, a block is a block. But how can those girls tell this block is handsome?

She spent the entire day observing Mr. Drake, and came to this conclusion: Mr. Drake really does have such defined features! By block standards, he's incredibly handsome!

Red-and-black block: There really must be something wrong with my clothes! Also, why does this girl seem so familiar?

She put that question aside for the time being. Unable to sit around at home, Yolanda got a part-time job at a convenience store. One night, while she was working alone, a huge blue block smashed through the window and crashed inside, scaring her half to death.

She fell behind the counter and couldn't get up for ages. The blue block, meanwhile, got to its feet first. The two sticks in its hands were definitely real, though!

“I'm terribly sorry for frightening you in the middle of the night, miss. But don't worry, the Wayne Foundation's insurance department will cover all the damage here...” The blue block leaned over the counter, resting its face on one hand while twirling its weapon with the other. There was amusement in its voice.

His voice was unexpectedly nice, but that wasn't what Yolanda was focused on. He was talking while throwing one of the sticks in his hand!

With a thud, the stick definitely hit something. Yolanda got up from the floor, then poked her head out, both silent and curious to see what had happened outside. The blue block helpfully pointed it out for her.

A two-meter-tall, muscular man was unconscious on the broken glass outside the convenience store. The weapon that had knocked him out was lying right beside him. The blue block's voice sounded utterly harmless as he asked, “Is there anything else?”

Yolanda shook her head frantically. “N-no, good night, sir. My shift is over...”

Her parents had settled into their jobs here fairly well. When they finally had some free time, the family of three decided to enjoy a nice meal at the famous Iceberg Lounge.

But a terrifying shootout broke out, and Yolanda got separated from her parents. She hid under a table, trembling, and then saw a short, chubby black-and-white block hopping around.

Next, a pitch-black block burst through the window, while another red-and-white block faced off against the two of them, holding a pair of guns.

Gotham really does have every kind of monster and demon imaginable...

Yolanda felt completely helpless. After she finally got home safely, she couldn't help video-calling her best friend Bart in Central City for comfort. But then a gold-and-red block popped up on the screen.

This world can just end already.

Yolanda thought calmly.

Exhausted in body and mind, Yolanda finally fell asleep when she got home. Something oddly shaped entered her dream:

“Fair young lady, would you like to have a romance like no other?”

Even my dreams won't leave me alone?

Gotham really is a place full of extraordinary people.

Love interest: the little red one. Lots of original headcanons, apologies for the OOC!

Inspired in part by the game Pixel Boyfriend: the higher the affection level, the more human the love interest looks.

Some events in the main story are in a different order from the blurb, please go easy on me...

Theme: I love your soul.