{Glitch pt. ii}
ship: halsey x that poppy
genre: fluff/slightly creepy???
trigger warnings: n/a
word count: 839
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"Hello"
Ashley woke up with a start to find the petite blonde haired girl at the end of her bed.
"Ugh...good morning Poppy. What are you doing here?"
"Poppy is here to see doge!" A smile plastered itself across her face "Poppy likes doge!"
"I'm aware" I muttered groggily "Did you come via my computer again?"
An emotion flashed across her face. Or maybe she glitched again "No. Poppy came through your front door. Poppy is good with a bobby pin"
Ashley was awake now, but she was still tired. Yawning, she asked Poppy did she want food, who replied with "Poppy likes food, Poppy would like food"
Ashley put on some Ugg boots and led Poppy down the stairs to the kitchen.
Poppy sat down on one of the chairs while Ashley put together some sort of breakfast for the girl. She pushed some toast into the toaster and poured a glass of orange juice and when the bread was toasted, she slathered butter onto it before giving it and the juice to Poppy.
"Thank you!" Poppy gave her a small smile. She just stared at her plate for a moment. Ashley narrowed her eyes. This girl really was strange.
Then her eyes widened as Poppy telepathically ate her food. As she stared at it, invisible bites were taken from it.
"Mmh!" Poppy said once she had finished 'eating'. "Poppy likes food!"
Ashley stood with her mouth agape. What the fuck.
She shook her head. Maybe she imagined it. She was tired. That was it.
"So why didn't you come via the computer today?" Ashley asked her, changing the subject.
"Titanic-" she quickly cut herself off "Computer boy doesn't know I'm here"
"Why?"
Poppy just shrugged her shoulders.
Then, Jagger came into the room.
"Doge!!" Poppy ran towards the dog, who happily wagged his tail in her presence.
For a moment, Poppy looked relatively normal as she stroked the dog and softly spoke to him, in an actual voice rather than a monotone one.
Ashley took the time to think for a moment. Who was Titanic anyway?
She took out her phone and did a quick google search, typing in "That Poppy and Titanic"
(a/n : okay sorry but I have to say this. Is it a sin that I'm listening to Mars Argo while writing about That Poppy😂😂)
The searches came back to someone named Titanic Sinclair. He was a guy who ran film projects based in LA. That Poppy seemed to be a project of his.
She frowned. Was he controlling Poppy as part of his project? It certainly seemed that way to Ashley.
"Hey Poppy, who's Titanic?"
Poppy looked up from playing with Jagger "Uh...Poppy doesn't know any Titanic. Poppy only knows Plant, Charlotte, Computer Boy, Nobody and Halsey. Poppy knows no Titanic"
"Come on, he isn't here, you can drop the-" Ashley chucked.
Poppy got her feet and put her hand over Ashley's mouth "Shh!"
She pulled Ashley into the hallway and into the downstairs toilet. She locked the door behind her.
"Look. Listen. My name isn't Poppy. My name is Moriah. I'm 21 years old and I'm from Nashville. When I was 15, I ran away from my parents. I stumbled into LA and Titanic found me. He took me in and in exchange, I had to participate in this project for him. I said okay but I didn't know what I was getting into" she started to cry, tears slowly slipping from her eyes "The invisible eating, the disappearing, it hurts me. Please help me Ashley"
Ashley wrapped her arms around Poppy- well, Moriah "I'm so so sorry. How is he hurting you?" she whispered.
Moriah rolled up her sleeves to show two small pink glowing dots underneath her skin "These microchips. They're everywhere. My arms, my legs, my head, my hands, my feet, my stomach, everywhere. The only way to get rid of them is to cut them out"
Ashley's hands flew to her mouth "What, does it like shock you?"
She slowly nodded "If I get into a bath or something, I'd get electrocuted. The only way is for them to be cut out"
Ashley held her in her arms "I'm so sorry. I'll look after you, I'll do anything"
Moriah softly cried in the safety of Ashley's arms "Thank you" she whispered.
Suddenly, she sat up, feeling cold in Ashley's arms.
"Moriah?"
She moved her head, almost demonically "I'm Poppy I'm Poppy Im Poppy I'm Poppy" she chanted.
She was glitching. The chips were hurting her.
"No, no, no" Ashley shook her a little "Snap out of it!" She clicked fingers and clapped her hands but still, nothing.
"Moriah?? Poppy??"
Moriah was gone. It was Poppy now. She continuously chanted "I'm Poppy"
It was creepy. It was crazy. Ashley was terrified.
And if things couldn't get any worse, there was a knock on the door.
