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She can't stay in here forever, but recently, Poppy had lost the motivation to get up out of bed. She didn't want to, she'd rather stay here. Why make the effort to get up and face the unforgiving world where she's normally going alone?
At least in here, she can just close her eyes and forget the world around her. Let the tears fall and hope things go uniformly and nobody hears her. She'd feel more miserable if someone knew that she was practically rotting on her bed and has been for weeks.
Speaking of weeks… when's the last time she's eaten..? If she doesn't remember, then surely, it can't be that important. Now that she mentioned it, when's the last time she's slept properly..?
Is it the hunger getting to her? Is it the fact she's tired of being hurt? She doesn't know. But the isolation feels like hell. She'll have to leave at some point-
Wait, hold on, is that slime she feels down there?
Poppy lifted her sheets to notice a stain on her sheets and her arm bandages soaked with ichor… Why does she keep hammering thumbtacks into her arm?! Fuck, did she bleed through her bandages? She thought she put enough to prevent this!
That was the last of it.
“Sigh…”
She's getting up now. And she hesitately opened the curtains to her door and immediately shielded her eyes. Fuck! It's bright as hell! That's what weeks of bed rotting does to someone… ugh her eyes hurt.
Okay, now how the FUCK was she supposed to acquire bandages? She couldn't just walk in and take them, Sprout's nosy ass had already placed her under his oh so watchful eye and if she showed up to the lobby after weeks of not leaving her room, he'd ask too many questions and make her immediately go right back to her room.
Wait, no, today is a main only run day! That meant Sprout was gone! And so with that realization, Poppy immediately sped up and reached the item area Dandy has set up sometimes when new supplies come in, hardly anyone takes any after… recent events… Wait, why did the idea of having Sprout ask her so many questions make her feel… scared uneasy?
Whatever, no time for that. After looking around, Poppy delved her hand inside of the crate of items and took out 2 boxes of dand-aids. She would've preferred more, but then again, she *IS* the one digging in crates like a raccoon digging the trash for food. So she couldn't *really* complain.
DING!
Fuck! They're back already?!
Without thinking, Poppy stuffed the Dand-aids into her bra and ran her way to another elevator and closed the door quick enough for nobody to notice. She's even lucky she can run like that after some time bed rotting.
Taking a deep breath, Poppy walked into the toons rooms, and immediately tried to rush to her room but a voice called out to her.
“Poppy! It's been weeks since I've seen you, where have you been?”
It was Brightney. She seemed to be looking Poppy up and down, her face slowly growing from surprise and pleasant to outright concern behind her thick rimmed glasses.
“Listen… I know that whatever you do is none of my business, but is something wrong? You look… miserable, and has your bubble gone duller?”
Poppy's smile seemed to have frozen in place.
“I have.. no idea what you're talking about. It… it might be the lighting.”
That was probably the shittest excuse she came up with. But she hoped it would suffice.
“Are you sure? I could've sworn you were much brighter… maybe it might just be the lighting. I'll go see if Astro can talk to Dandy about that… But if anything is wrong, please just talk to someone.”
“You can count on me, Bri Bri! You know I never leave you guys hanging!”
Oh the irony. Fucking hilarious.
Poppy managed to get into her room anyway, closed the curtains and began bandaging up her arm. As she bandaged, she heard her stomach growl as a wave of nausea hit her.
“Hnghh! F-fuck…”
Poppy laid back in bed as she turned to face the vanity. Okay, seriously, when's the last time she's taken care of herself? Did she get worse at that? Maybe it was the lighting…
Flip
Poppy looked at herself in the mirror, she was a turquoise bubble now with specks of brown. Her hair had soap studs coming out of it. She looked unrecognizable. She couldn't recognize the filthy, disgusting creature in her reflection.
Fuck she's let herself go.
She's a grown woman and yet she can't even take care of her fucking self… No, that can't be true, sure Poppy has had her hard days, but she can fix this, this isn't the end of the world…
She can still take care of herself, she… she just had a hard day, a minor setback, nothing major. That's what she says to herself. Everything is going to be alright… she just needs to eat, fix her hair, and somehow get her former color back..
She can fix this all on her own… she can… she can handle it. She always does. This isn't an exception. But, she doesn't have the energy to make her way to that kitchen. Eh, it could wait.. it's not like it's that bad.
She really didn't feel like eating. She didn't have the appetite. Not really.
But she couldn't just rot in here forever… Maybe she has some snacks laying around in her room. After some digging, she only found a protein bar that was half eaten and covered in roaches.
Heh… if Tisha saw the state of Poppy and this room, she'd scream. No, she'd be distraught if she saw this.
Poppy turned to face the door frame with the curtains, curling up in the blanket as she held the pillow to her chest as she rolled around for a bit before she took a deep breath, her head was spinning from weeks of not eating and not taking care of herself.
She had to make a change. She really needs to make a change…
As she turned to face up at the ceiling, she sighed deeply as she closed her eyes.
She'll start tomorrow. For real this time. She'll make a change.