Time had passed through the day, and Strawberry spent it all in bed, playing a modified Rhythm Tengoku on her Gameboy Advance. It was how she had spent most of her days and it was how she was going to spend her days here. Occasionally, she'd pull her head up from the console and look around.
When it was sunrise, she saw Damien and Astral wake up and start their morning by brushing their teeth and showering.
Around 13:00, she noticed Rocco organizing his and Damien's beds. He turned to face Strawberry.
"Hey, you've been there all day," he mumbled.
"And?" Strawberry answered back.
"You're not gonna go eat or something? Or maybe, like, go to the Outside Area?"
"Nah. I haven't eaten in, uh, a while. And I've been fine."
"If you say so." Rocco turned his back to her as he continued organizing Damien's bed.
Again, at the end of the day, she saw Rocco, Damien, and Astral all get ready for bed.
That night, Strawberry slept peacefully and dreamlessly. Nothing plagued her mind as she rested, so in the morning, she expected some peace.
However, that was not the case.
She groaned, tossing and turning in her blankets. Finally, she threw the bedsheets off, slowly sitting herself up.
She turned on the console to check the time. 04:00.
As she sat up, she grumbled to herself about why she hadn't thought to use her Gameboy Advance as a calendar. It was calibrated to time correctly in the first place.
Suddenly, a mild burning sensation ran through the left side of her stomach. She clutched at the burning spot, wincing as quietly as she could. She dragged herself to the mirror and began pulling up the part of her shirt where her skin burned.
It was goopy, filled with a dark substance. "What..." Strawberry muttered out, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. She picked at the goop, inspecting it in her hand. There was no doubt that something had infested her body, but she wasn't quite sure what.
She tugged her shirt back down and crawled back into bed, wiping the goop off onto her bedding. As she tried to fall back asleep, she couldn't help but itch and scratch at the goopy skin.
"Good morning, Strawhead," Rocco sighed, stretching his arms.
"Morning," she mumbled back.
"Breakfast is gonna be in a few, you wanna come along?"
"Mmm, I guess."
"Great. Just head to the table I'm at, alright?"
"Alright."
Rocco ran off, exiting the dorm. Now Strawberry had an obligation. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath.
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a/n: i use 24 hour time, and so does the story. 13:00 = 1 pm, 14:00 = 2pm, and so forth. after 23:00 = 11 pm, it goes to 00:00 = 12 am! just a heads up
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