Human world {{obey me}}

blurred days part 2

Mcs POV

..I guess I should get up for the day.
A thought that felt like a burden more than anything, I mean why'd I even get up? I should've let it continue until it stopped. I sighed, walking towards the bathroom which was only a few feet from the front door. I stepped inside the bathroom.

A small sink, a two-foot-wide shower with a sliding glass door, and hard, cold tile.

I looked over my shoulder into the mirror.
A crack through the mirror going right through the face of my reflection.
"Jeez, thanks for the confidence boost, mirror"
The crack was from the prior renters of the apartment, despite the countless times I asked for it to be fixed, it still hasn't been.

I pushed the bathroom door shut, locking it despite the cheap lock being weak enough for a toddler to break.
I slipped my baggy shirt off my sweatpants and my bottoms, tossing them into the dirty clothes pile in the corner.

Stepping into the shower, sliding the glass door shut. Twisting the handle, the hot water pouring out of the showerhead.

"Only good thing about this apartment is the water pressure."

I stood there for a moment, it felt weird... being in the small shower, that is. I got so used to the big luxurious showers in the house of lamentation.

I shook the thoughts away, I didn't want to think about them anymore, I had to move on.

I began washing my hair.

After the shower.

I stepped out of the shower, the hot water droplets on my skin. I reached towards the towel rack. "Of course..." I murmured, irritated. No towel on the rack. Simply grabbing my baggy shirt, throwing it on, twisting the doorknob, I stepped out of the bathroom as the steam disappeared into the cold air. I stepped over to my closet, opening the door as I'm hit with that same smell, the smell of the house of lamentation still on my bags of stuff.

I took a deep breath, taking in the scent. For just a moment, it took me back to the days of staying in that room, getting dressed after a shower. Back to the days when I'd open the closet and arms would wrap around my waist from behind.

"..damnit," I murmured. I was doing it again, missing them.

"Get over yourself! They're gone, ..gone!
God, can't you accept that?"

I yelled at myself, why couldn't I just accept it? I told myself I wouldn't do this. I didn't even wanna go to Devildom in the first place! Hell, I didn't even know it existed! They basically kidnapped me, and now because I was stupid and let them butter me up, I can't stop thinking of them.

This was an all too familiar feeling.

I scanned over the closet with my eyes before grabbing something, putting it on before looking (mc is gender neutral so choose whatever you want to wear).

I shut my closet door, a full-body mirror hanging on it. I glanced over the outfit, as if I didn't like it, I'd change. Truly, I didn't care.

I started staring at myself before I realized it. "What would Asmo say?" I thought to myself. Asmo always had a say in my fashion, even when I didn't ask for it. He was the reason I stopped thinking those couple matching outfits were weird. He always hyped me up for my body, especially on the days I needed it most. It was like he just knew when I needed it.

My eyes roamed to my hair; eventually, it was tangled and wet. He'd murder me if he saw me like this. I glanced around before spotting my brush lying on the windowsill. The blinds of the window were closed like always.

I reached over and picked it up, preparing myself. As I brushed through it, I winced at the pain. This was my fault, though. I should've been taking care of it.

Eventually my hair was smooth and I was happy with how it looked. I tossed my brush on my bed, looking around before finally finding my sneakers. I slipped them on and tied them.

In the hallway.

I walked through the hallway of my apartment building, passing every one of my neighbors. Lacy was a mom of two and as far as I know, there is no dad in the picture. I babysat them before I went to Devildom. And then there's David, the grumpy old man that I usually hear yelling at his TV for being so old and glitchy. And Sarah, she's a nurse in training. Most of the time, I hear her getting home around 3 am from being at the hospital for so long. As for the rest... well, I don't really know. I've only been in the apartment complex for a few months and everyone who has lived here the longest kind of keeps to themselves. That's nice though, no annoying neighbors like in the movies.

Getting to the bottom of the stairs, I pushed open the exit door, walking into the streets of New York. Taking a deep breath, the fresh air was nice after so long. I was walking down the street, needing groceries for the month. Turning the corner, I realized I didn't even count how much I had.

"God damnit"

Of course something else went wrong today. Just my luck.

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