Take a Chill Pill

Shocking

•E/C: Eye Color
•Y/N: Your Name

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Your POV:
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My body slowly rocks back and forth in the back corner of my room. My knees are tucked to my chest with my arms tightly wrapped around them, while my wide, E/C eyes pin to the massive piles of sorted items that will either be kept or tossed, mainly tossed. No doubt my hair looks like it was blown around by a raging tornado as well. Overall, I bet I could scare everyone away with my "drop dead gorgeous" looks.

"I can't. I can't take anymore of this." I have an emotional attachment to most of these objects, even the red, silly straw I got from a birthday party I went to in the third grade.

"Stop freaking out. It isn't attractive," SQUIP states with clear annoyance in his tone. He was playing around on that holographic screen again, doing whatever the hell he does with that. My guess is that he's doing math equations because that's exactly what it looks like. For all I know, though, it's some SQUIP code bullshit. I send the supercomputer a strong glare. I have good reason to be freaked! He's changing my whole lifestyle around! I catch the blue-skinned male rolling his eyes, which made me even angrier.

"Why did we have to do this again?" I ask bitterly. "Can't we reconsider some of this stuff?" I reach over and pick up my lucky sock with four leaf clover designs on it from the toss pile. I yelp when a shock hits my hand, forcing me to drop the sock, and bring my hand to my chest, holding it with my other one tightly as I pout at the male. With the wave of his hand, the screen disappears, and he gets off the bed to walk towards me. If he had a shadow, it'd likely be looming over me.

"I will say this one last time." He holds up his index finger, making me feel like a child being scolded by their mother for running off. "Once you and Logan become closer as friends, he will eventually show up to hang out. Having your room look like a total disaster zone is not ideal. You are a hoarder, which is the one of the many problems that need to be fixed. I'm not saying to go full minimalist, but I'm positive you will get by just fine without all this garbage."

"It's not garbage," I mutter under my breath, causing SQUIP to sigh in frustration and bring his hand to his head like I'm giving him a headache. Suddenly, a sharp shock zaps the back of my neck, causing my hand to fling to the spot on instinct.

"Hey! Ow!" I rub the spot gently to soothe the lingering tingles from the shock.

"Now that everything is sorted, throw out what we deemed as trash-"

"You mean what you deemed as trash," I mutter under my breath once more and receive yet another shock. I groan in frustration. "Can you please stop that?!"

"You won't learn otherwise." A smirk appears on the male's face. Clearly, he's enjoying my agony. I sigh softly in defeat and hang my head low.

'Maybe he's right? I do have an unhealthy attachment to all this stuff.'

"Now we're getting somewhere." SQUIP smiles as though he were proud of my thoughts. His smile lessens some upon seeing my pitiful form. "You do know that I'm doing all this to—"

"Y/N, I'm home!" My dad shouts from downstairs, cutting off the supercomputers words. I hear the front door slam shut afterwards.

"I'm upstairs," I shout back, and hear the man's heavy footsteps coming up to my bedroom. The door opens, and a look of surprise appears on my father's face when he sees my disheveled form sitting on the floor. He doesn't say a word about it, thankfully, and instead smiles brightly. "You ready to go to the mall?" I open my mouth to say yes only for SQUIP to interrupt.