Shutdown (Lou x OC)

Can't Sleep, And It's The Ugly Truth

Yoon was staring quietly at the blank paper. Nothing could be heard, except the ticking of the clock by the window. Yoon tilted her head. Her eyes were tired and slopy. Almost closing, but she sat back up. She looked out the window. Unfortunately it did no good to her. The identical houses of Perfection were rather boring. Each of them neatly standing in the middle of their perfectly square shaped garden. One tree on each side before it. The lights off in each one. The whole atmosphere of Perfection is sleepy. Yoon rather spinned around with her office chair. She bet in every house is a same and indentical one. A perfect, comfy and good looking, dark-blue office chair.

"You are still up,"-she started singing randomly while walking down to her living room.-"In the middle of the night."

"And you still think of him"-Yoon started to wake as realizing she found a pretty good music part for the song. The lyrics she'll write later. She jumped down over the last 3 steps. She moved her arms one way, then another. When spinning by the stockroom, she grabbed the mop, and then the singing continued.

"And you do not know why!"

"You're a complete mess."

"Bags under your eyes,"

"You're U-G-L-Y!"

"Ugly!"

"And that's the ugly truth!"

With that Yoon posed in the middle of her living room, smiling wider than she could. Yes this was it. Inspiration. Inspiration striked her. She quickly ran up the stairs, round the corner, into her workroom. The abandoned perfect, shiny unscrapped paper waited there for her. She sat down, grabbed her pen, and turned to the table. And with that, she realized: she forgot the entire lyrics to it.

"Hm, hm, hm hm, hm hm, hm hm hm. Hm hm hm hm, hm hm, h-hm hm."-she hummed the rythm.

"At least I have the rythm for it. Let's write something. He wants to point out those things on dolls that are different. I think that's called ugly."-Yoon thought out loud. She scribbled down some lines.

"You are too short, you are too fat. I can't even look at that face of ye."-Yoon sang. But she immediately made a disgusted face afterwards.

"Sounds too pirate-y. ,,Ye"! Who uses it? Not a ,,perfect doll"!-she made a face of almost puking.-"Ok, let's restart!"

"You're much too short, you can't be good. I can't even look at that face of yours."-she sang the new lines. But was still unsatisfied. She clenched her fist.-"I can do better than this. It has basically no emotions."

She stood up. And she got an idea. She grabbed any doll-like object in the nearby, meaning her house. The mop, the office chair, the standing lamp from the living room, the slender bookshelfs, etc. were soon standing in front of the dollgirl in a crooked line. Yoon looked at herself in the mirror. She looked from up to down. She examined her shiney yarnhair, her hairstyle, the pretty face of hers, the eyes, the rare dark-pink orbs, and wide charming pupils. She looked carefully at her perfect-lined chin, her perfect mid-length, thin neck. Her gaze then shifted to her chest. The vest fitted perfectly on her body, just like the skirt, from whuch under her legs came out. Thin pretty lined legs. She could walk with them like a diva. Yoon posed and looked in the mirror now. Yes. A perfect doll they all had to be. Lou said it too. Perfect. She was perfect. The she turned to the line of objects. Imagining them as dolls. As not too pretty dolls. As imperfect dolls. Not like her. She was above them. She felt above them. She had the beauty, those imperfect newbie dolls could never possess. She slwoly opened her mouth and tried to word, how much they lacked to be like her. She walked up confidently to the mop.