Unmotivated (Pickle's pov)

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Life isn't fair sometimes, I get betrayed once then end up gaining trust issues. Ever since that day I haven't really been motivated to do much other than playing video games. That unsurprisingly lead me to gaining a few pounds which I'm not proud of. Why do horrible people like Taco have to exist?

I hate myself right now, I'm just lazy and unmotivated to do anything. I should be moving on but I'm not. I need to get a grip. Knife would've probably encouraged me to by now but he hasn't been here for a while, I hope he's atleast doing okay.

Being the lazy person I am, I was just watching TV on the couch, I wasn't even sure what exactly I was watching. But it was entertaining enough for me to pay a little attention. Not for long though as someone approached me. "Are you feeling okay?" I instantly knew it was Paper from his timid voice. "Oh, I'm fine." "That's good, by the way, don't you think it's weird that the final four from season two aren't here? The season three contestants are already back so it's strange that they aren't here." "It is weird, where even are they?" I started feeling more concerned for them than I already was. "I'm not sure but I'm about to go out to look for them!"

"Well I hope you're able to find them." "Thank you, I'll make sure I will!" He gave me a cheerful wave before leaving the hotel. I went back to looking at the TV while thinking about Knife at the same time, but it's not like I like him or anything....Probably.

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