Sad Desktop Girl

•Sad Desktop Girl• - Spend Your Credits Wisely

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Game tip; Character will often act differently, but that doesn't mean anything is amiss! She's just trying to get used to the player.
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Character POV....
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That's great! You won't earn any credits from this, because it's your first time out! Goodluck!

Your mouse moved across the screen as you looked at the prices and what was available. A lot less than you thought. What kind of store sells mangos but not strawberries or bananas? They're literally the most basic fruit-

"I mean, mangos are good, but weird for the only fruit here." You shrugged and clicked onto them, watching a single mango go into the cart. "Wait... do I have to click these individually? Fuck no!"

You groaned as you clicked on the screen at least eight more times, moving on to where you assumed the drinks would be. This store looked a LOT bigger on the outside. In reality, they barely sold the basic necessities.

Maybe you could just grab some water and meat to get on your merry way.

{Name} sat on her bed in her home clothes, waiting for some imaginary person to come back with food and drinks for her. It was silly of her to do, considering she was surely going insane, from being in her room so long. Right?

Maybe if she'd gone out more she wouldn't be bed rotting right now, and could shop for her own groceries. Val always made an effort to invite her everywhere, even if she almost always declined.

While it was a text she dreaded seeing, she missed seeing her name pop up on her phone with a 'wanna hang out?'.

She was one of those pretty Wicca girls who wore those long green skirts with way too many details, with a baggy-ish shirt and a headband. She had so many little braids in her dark, curly hair {Name} couldn't even count them all. And that pearly necklace around her neck that was just barely tight on her skin.

The few times she did say yes when they hung out, they always went on long walks or hikes, all Val's choice. Playing around with paint, making each other things out of clay. {Name} wasn't the most sentimental person, but some green, white, and peachy-pink colored pottery was in her room from Val.

Even the painting in her living room, that was collecting dust at the moment, was something from her friend.

She rocked forward, before finally deciding to leave her room for the first time in at least a week, to try scavenging for some stale crackers, or flat soda from her kitchen.

Standing on her own two feet, something that felt new to her even now, as if she was learning to walk for the first time all over again. And so, she hobbled to the door, like a newborn horse, who'd just been blinded by the first light.

Her body felt like led, she was so tired. It had been at most a day since she'd actually walked around to do something, only reaching down to get the charger of her phone.

It's sad now. She used to have so much energy when she was home, but now she was just drained and tired, only getting up for water and some food. The plastic bag she kept on her bedside table, the one where she kept food for her bed rotting, was empty.
The glass she drank tap out of, only making the water taste dirty.

As she finally made it to the door, her hand rested on the knob, slowly twisting it. She mostly forgot what her house looked like, although assuming it was clean, because she wasn't there to make messes.

She opened the door just a crack, trying to move her hair out of her eyes, before getting frustrated and just clipping it back with something she used to keep the oversized shirt up.

She nudged the door open further, leaving it open behind her. She peeked behind corners to make sure the imaginary person, Y/n, wasn't there. She sighed, stepping out fully into the hallway. She couldn't tell if she felt like she was goin go insane, or she missed those brief moments she spoke to them.

Was it really talking to a person though? It could be just some random thing she made up because she had no one to talk to. Going insane is better than being alone, she thought, before finally making her way to the kitchen.

Its white countertops clean as ever, not a single dish in her sink. She cleaned everything up before she locked herself in her room, for who knows how long. Her stomach grumbled, making her whine, going over to a cupboard.

She opened it with a lot more hope than she wanted, unwelcome disappointment crawling into her at the sight of nothing but a dusty cobweb at the top, and some dead flies.

Her head dropped forward, hair hanging past her face. Why was she so incompetent, fo just left herself decline like this? Her mother would have laughed at her if she saw her now.

Crying all night and sleeping in until she looked at the clock and saw she wasted most of the day. Waiting for someone to reply to the one text she sent, not wanting to bother anyone with more. She called Val a few times so she could listen to her voicemail, hear her voice before the "leave a message at the-" and then it cuts off.

Her father would have called her a crybaby and yelled at her to get him "one last drink" before he went to bed. Her mother only sat by her needlepoint, staring at the unfinished work, which has been like that for months, before going to bed. She never once said anything to {Name's} father.

She wiped away forming tears in her eyes with the back of one hand, getting back to the desperate search for something to eat. A glass to get fresh water out of. She didn't care if whatever she had found was stale. If it had ants or mold she would just throw it out.

No use salvaging something that isn't capable of being saved.

She reached for the second cabinet, jumping back when another bug corpse fell out. It landed on the cold, marble tiles, right next to her foot. She stared at it a bit, before ultimately nudging it away, towards the door.

She turned her attention back to the cupboard, smiling a bit when she saw the familiar packaging of unopened crackers. {Name} started to climb up on the counter, grabbing hold of the cardboard smelling sheet paper. She didn't feel any bugs, so she pulled it out.

She thought back to when she bought them, but wasn't able to think of a date. She threw out all of her receipts, so that wouldn't help. She would just have to hope they weren't too expired.