(Huniepop x OC) He's Him and I'm Me

Misdialling an Oddball

   The room was dark, with no shred of light. The cold stone floor and colorless brick walls were familiar to Bailey. Chains at the walls and the slashes were the only things that decorated the room. She was sitting in the basement, trying to train up her body for the weekend. Her knuckles were bruised, her face was muzzled, and wooden blocks around her were all split into bits. Her mouth was dry from the saltiness of her sweat. Her mind was starting to go foggy without her meds. Her enhancers were what made her strong. It felt foreign to train without the drugs. This isn't right. Memories kept tormenting her. Why was she feeling like this? It's been years since she's gotten out of his custody. She should be fine. With an empty brain, she tried dialing a certain number only for her to get screamed at on the other line.

"Ugh... Who the fuck is this!?"

The screech rattled Bailey's eardrum back to reality and she hesitated when answering. "O-Oh. Is this not the depression hotline?" She sighed and dryly chuckled at herself. "Never mind, stupid question..."

"Yeah. No shit, dumbass. Man, how fucked up is your life to be calling a hotline?"

"Um. Sorry, sorry to bother you. I-I'll just hang up. Bye."

She immediately hung up before the stranger could say anything. Her mind came to the realization of what she's done so she started to look around the workout room. Her phone suddenly rang again and she almost dropped it with how nervous she was. What was she thinking, trying to call a depression hotline... Bailey let it buzz a couple more times, letting the missed calls stack up before she answered.

"Wow, you sure are persistent," she mocked.

"Uh, hell yeah! If some loser is just gonna call a hotline and they accidentally put mine, you better believe I'd call back! Listen, you caught me in a decent mood. I'm high and bored, so just how sad are you?"

Bailey sighed. "It's not of me being sad, it's more like... my mind is trying to tell me something and I'm in denial."

"Okay but why?" she sassed. "There's gotta be a reason, right? Or are you just one of those losers who say they have depression but they don't?"

Now that she heard that, Bailey wanted to crush her phone with her bare hands. She deeply sighed as tears started to form in her eyes. "If you're gonna be like that, I can just hang up and call the actual hotline... or bite my tongue till it breaks..."

She didn't mean to the last part out loud but the speaker seemed to have heard it. "Geez! Okay! Don't be so emo..."

Bailey only scoffed and started taking off her muzzle. "Uh. So are ya gonna tell me what's up, or should I tell you how much I wanna die?"

"How 'bout you start first? I need to light up my cigarette..."

The hybrid took off the muzzle and threw it across the room. She tried to speak up as she heard the other person sigh out. "So, uh... I was calling a hotline to see if they'd try and talk to me since I lost my therapist's number. What about you, 'High-and-Bored?'"

"Pfft! The name's Audrey, okay!?" she groaned. "What's yours?"

"...Like my actual name or what you should call me?"

"My god. It was a simple question," she groaned.

Bailey sighed and picked at her floor. "Call me Feathers."

"Stupid name but okay. So what exactly were you doing before calling my phone?"

"I was breaking shit. I stopped taking my prescriptions so I'm guessing it's like withdrawal?" Bailey wondered. "I've been taking them for about a decade..."