Pin couldn't sleep.
She tumbled around in her bed, no position helped her as she desperately tried to sleep the moment she tried to close her eyes a thought would hit her like a train.
'They're in the ground. Your plastic is not your own. P I C K I T O F F.'
Pin awoke, immediately.
Her breathing heavy and quick like she had just nearly died. She slowly got out of her bed, her movements slow and cautious like she would die if she went too fast.
She walked to her bathroom, staring at her own reflection.
'Your plastic is a parasite hiding your light. So take it off. You don't need it anyway.'
She squeezed her eyes squeezed shut at the thought of that. A rotting thumbtack without plastic, only flesh and bones remaining of their rotting body. A mental sight that made Pin vomit. Parts of her dinner could be seen in the green substance, and something else she couldn't recall eating.
Her pupils dilate at the sight her breathing getting caught in her throat. She stares at her shaking arms, cuts adorning them like lights on a Christmas tree. She couldn't help but notice strange orange like patterns on her body, like roots on a flower. Small bumps that she didn't notice before covered her plastic, for a moment she considered picking them off, but she quickly pushed the thought away.
'It's not a bad idea, stop hiding from progress.'
"Go away..." she said to herself, no response.
Her hands shook, nails digging into the counter as she mentally struggled. In one swift moment she started scratching her plastic, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled with her own actions.
'You're disgusting. Go rot in a dark hole so no one could see you again. Thumbtack.'
Tears streamed down her face, the voice becoming filled with hatred. She began so sob, holding her now scar covered body.
"I don't deserve this... do I...?" Now feeling unsure of her own thoughts.
'I should just suffocate my self at this point.' Her thinking suddenly getting dark. She curled herself on the floor, her hands covering her eyes, legs tucked in.
'At least you're not that pathetic. Pin. How about rotting in a field instead of a hole?'
"T-that sounds better. Y-yeah..." Pin said falling asleep.
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FRUITING BODIES (AU)
Horror(Okay this story is actually so bad please go read something else I wrote 💔) Inspired & based off by Fruiting Bodies by RIP-producer ~ Pin had a bad feeling, like she was being watched. And now her plastic was itching "Oh thumbtack, don't you know...
