Perfectionism in Pink | A Zombies FanFiction

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Josephine stumbled over to her desk, gripping onto the wooden finish harshly as her brain sent pulses inside of it that she couldn't tell was soothing or borderline torture. It was a mix of rhythms and beats that sent her brain spiralling into an attempt to focus on anything other than the constant feeling of intrusion inside of her driving her to the doorstep of losing her fucking mind.

"Everything is okay." A soft voice followed behind her, entering her room and Josephine only let out a soft groan in response as it got worse, a hand -hers?- fisting her hair to remember. "You are fine."

"R-right..." Josephine swallowed thickly as the words seemed to join the pulsing and bounced around continuously on a loop. She nodded looking up unfocusing at the green blobs that were her plants. "Fine."

She was not fine.

The day was a blur spent chipping away slowly st the gelatin in her mind until glimpses of what had happened the day prior started to become visibly, sending her into whirlwind of doubts and questions as she got ready to meet Alan down at the park. The memories and gelatine melded together almost seamlessly while she put on her shoes and letterman robotically, eyes unable to focus on anything other than the green on her room.

Josephine's eyes bore into the cactus on her windowsill, the green reminding her of Zed and annex of feelings tried to come out at once.

"You are fine." The voice whispered comfortingly in her left ear, a warmth across her back as the jello started to form back around her brain no matter how much she tried to tear it away. "Everything is okay."

But by the time she reached the familiar park under the night sky, Josephine had scraped her way through the mess of comforting words and soft touches. Her mind and body seemed to no longer work on conjunction with each other as she tried to go off course, but every mental order went unfollowed as she sat down on the very bench she hat sat during Prawn all that time ago.

This time with all her limbs safe and sound.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" Josephine demanded when Alan finally showed face, standing in front of her with a true neutral face. "Alan I swear to whatever fucking god you believe in—!"

"Quiet. Please." Alan interrupted quickly, looking over her shoulder for a fast moment before looking back at Josephine with a pained expression. "It would be much easier if you would stop fighting it."

"Y-you fucker." Josephine hissed out at the admission of guilt, feeling a sharp emotion of relief climb through the anger at having a reason for her actions. "You can't just do this to your friends—!"

"It is for the greater good."

"The greater good of who?" Josephine asked bitterly, still seated down and unable to move anything besides her face.

There was a beat before the admission.

"Of my people."

Josephine scoffed loudly and tried to look away from the alien, but huffed at the inability to do so. "You never were my friend, we're you?" She hadn't meant for the question to come out like how it did with her voice cracking and the obvious hurt on every syllable. The disappointment of another boy leading her on had her building walls faster than Seabrook rebuilt the city after the alien attack.

"Jett, I—" Alan's head snapped to the left as he swallowed down the weird bubbling feeling inside and the burning sensation that started to form over his eyes, listening and his regret must have showed because Josephine let out another incredulous scoff.

"You're going to do that weird shit again."

"...it would be so much easier if you would just... let it happen."