@alphinality
You sit in your room, picking idly at your bandages. Chara was busy, probably talking to that blob that shambled around the void. You’re glad that you painted your walls, the pale blue with colorful fuchsia was rather nice. There wasn’t a speck or red nor the sterol white you’ve come to hate, though it was more bare than you would like. A lot of shops refused to sell you stuff, saying you “betrayed your own kind”. Bitterly, you think how before they didn’t see you as human, just a thing to play around with as they will. You hated those humans. You pushed those thoughts away, knowing how dangerous going down that train of thought was, instead focusing on how soft the bed was under you. day light trickled in from the window in back of you, and you looked at the plant on your small nightstand. It hadn’t been watered yet, and with a small rare smile you grabbed the cup of water you kept on your book case, at this point in time sadly the only thing else in the room, and tended to it. It was a rare peaceful moment for you, no memories invading your mind like usual when you were alone. It was just you, tending to a plant. A life you always wished for. Of course the moment came to an end, a crash sound knocking you out of the tranquil state, and making you spill the water. Something—or more accurately someone—just fell into your room. Literally.
