Final Space Shorts

Empty it

All copyright reserves are well. I respectfully do not own any of the Final Space characters, they belong to Olan Rogers.

TW: ED/Eating Disorder

Ash's POV (Season 2)

"I'm not hungry, Fox." I repeated again. I stared down at the plate of toast Fox made. Fox looked at me with a concerned expression.
"Ashy, you haven't had any food for the past day. You need something, sis." He replied before sitting next to me on my bed.

I sighed. I don't want this...

"Fox, I'm okay."
"No you're not, we are worried. All of us, even Dad." Fox added. Even Clarence?
"And I'm fine." I shoved the plate back into his hands.

"I'm fine... I promise." I gave a light smile, but I could tell Fox wasn't fooled. My brother's eyes softened as he sat the plate on my bed.
"Baby sis, I'm your brother and it's my job to make sure you're okay..." He reached out and pulled the hair out of my left side behind my ear, revealing my lack of an eye there. "Please." 

Why is he always stubborn?

"It's a no, Fox." I rose up to my feet and stormed out. I could hear Fox sigh and fiddle with the plate... Sorry...

How can I refuse his help for me? I can't... but at the same time I don't need it.. I'll survive-

Sickly, I felt a disgusting feeling in my stomach. I almost cringed as my pace quickened. Food... The very thought, the sight, the texture... everything. It all makes me want to throw up my entire stomach and never eat again... I'll survive...

I ignored Nightfall. I ignored Clarence. I ignored HUE and AVA. I ignored Little Cato. I ignored Gary.. I need to get this feeling out!

Finally, I threw myself into the bathroom and used my powers to telepathically close the door. Empty it. Empty it. Empty it! I felt that disgusting taste rush up my system. 

I knelt down over the toilet, arched my back and threw up into it.  That sickly taste... 
I felt my eyes tear up. 
I want to scream.
I need to empty it.
 I want fly away.
Empty it. I'll survive.

I'll survive. I will survive.

I felt myself gagging before coughing out the last remains of my vomit. I choked on my breath before collapsing back onto the floor. Why?
I wiped my mouth and groaned. I'll...
"I'll survive." 

My body trembled as I sat up and reached for the handle, flushing the substances down the drain. Crap.. That taste is out.
This is fine... 

"Why can't I muster down my food?" I groaned into my hands. I felt my body tremble, the taste was gone.. Why am I not satisfied? My body trembled even more, and I felt hot sobs escaped my eye. My breath shook and I gripped my hair, ripping strands out.
I want to rip my stomach out... rip my neck open... bleed.

My breath hiccupped before I felt something squishy press into my cheek. I winced and moved my hands. I saw the green antennas and the squishy cheeks of the friendly creature, Mooncake.. 

"Chookity pok pok." It baffled, digging into my cheek. A gentle smile curved on my lips as I let the small comfort engulf me. It felt weird...

"Thanks Mooncake... you don't push..." I whispered, my tone low with sorrow... I feel guilty for having basic needs to survive. I hate it... I want to rip it out... I sighed and stroked Mooncake, which I received a giggle from it.

"Heh." 
Maybe a little help... is all I need?
Mooncake flew around me.
"Pok pok!" It cried with a comforting pitch.
"I'm...I'm fine now... thank you." I thanked. Mooncake spun around, its antennas shivered with joy before exiting through the vents. I watched it fly away, feeling the comfort it managed to give me...

Yet... it faded... I sniffed before standing back up. I felt weird... but I needed that little comfort... But... I'll survive... right? Yeah...I'll survive...

I took a breath and moved my hair over my left side. I needed to stay strong...
I opened the door and walked out. It's just an act... 

If you know someone or is struggling with ED, please seek professional help or an experience survivor. I am respectfully not a professional. You can pass this <3
A little help can make a difference.