Chapter Text
The prince had given you a room in the palace. It was plain, with just a bed and closet, but it’s the most you’ve had in years. He said he’d decorate it in the morning. Now you sit on the bed, it’s nice and soft, just slightly bouncy. Laying on it feels like heaven. But you stay awake, your thoughts interrupted every once and a while by your neck quickly snaping in random directions.
You just couldn’t wrap your head around it. You tried to kill these people, these teenagers, so they give you a warm bed and a permanent place to stay? What are they planing? It might just be safer back on the streets of the city. But this “Fun Gang,” they seemed so… nice. You decided to stay then leave at the first sign of danger.
Just as your body has the urge to let out a scream. You clamp a hand over your mouth, doing everything you can to hold it back. After an array of quieter glitches and movements. It’s gone. Thank god, the last thing you want is waking someone up now. You flop onto the bed. You let your eye’s droop as–
“[BUY, BUY, BUY!]”
God damn it.
_____________
It wasn’t that hard of a night, considering some of your others at least. The second you wake you're hit with a jolt as a flurry of random sounds come out of your mouth. Ya, today's gonna be a bad day glitch-wise.
You spot a letter that’s been slid under the door. You pick it up but before you can start reading. Your eyes close and your head turns away.
“[NOPE]” You say repeatedly.
Eventually, it stops. You can now read the letter.
‘Clothes are in the closet! The bathroom is on the first floor. -Ralsei.
It’s written in a pink glitter pen. There are cute little doodles scribbled all over the paper, things like cats stars, and smiley faces. You fold it carefully, it’s too nice of a note to mess it up, and place it in the nightstand drawer. Opening the closet, there’s plenty of business casual style clothes, along with some more flashy stuff, and a couple of cozy hoodies. It’s all something you’d wear.
He really did all this for you? New room, new clothes, what’s next? A car? You’re probably smelling up the place, haven’t even touched water in what, a year? Two? Gross. You quickly grab something identical to your current outfit. You speedwalk out the door but your body decides to drop everything you’re carrying. You try to pick everything up before being noticed. Thankfully you succeed.
But Ralsei sees you after you’ve stood back up. They wave at you, smiling. You raise your hand every bone in your body trying to stop you from doing something stupid. Somehow you’re able to not mess up. You walk a bit too fast into the stairwell. You drop everything as your body glitches and spasms. You clamp a hand over your mouth to make sure you don’t make a sound. But that just makes things worse.
Someone must have been watching out for you, no one noticed. You run down to get the clothes you had dropped. After some peaking through doors, you find the bathroom. It looks luxurious to you. You clearly have forgotten the many perks of having money. It was quite large, the same size as your room. The floor and walls were black marble, not tile. The sink was nearly big enough to be a you-sized tub. You’re nearly surprised the toilet is pure gold.
Then turning to the shower, it takes away all of the wow factor from the large bathroom. The shower curtain had been replaced. The old green one being on the floor. The one up has a badly edited JPEG of Ralsei, except he’s smoking a blunt. On the curtain there’s a sticky note reading: ‘LOL GET PRAKDDD -susie’ You chuckle, which against your will turns into crazed laughter. You bite your hand.
Pushing the odd shower curtain aside, you turn on the faucet. The water will probably heat up quickly. So it’s time for the part you’ve always hated but only recently figured out why. You shrug off your jacket, shaking it out just in case there’s another bug. You pull the sweater over your head next.
Looking in the mirror, you’re hit with the memories. You had hacked away at your own chest with rusty tools found on the floor of one of the nicer alleyways. Scars filled with plaster. You can see where the color goes from your now stained, white plastic to the gray of the scaring. But, was the physical pain worse than the mental? To this day you don’t know.
Enough reminiscing about your DIY top surgery, you got filth to remove. Taking off the rest of your clothes you get in the shower and no I am not ficking writing spamton taking a shower suck my [t word] dick, reader.