inspired by @feedeestreameroverload
Ivy stared in her mirror, an expression of terror and disappointment on her face so drilling it felt like it could break the glass with its intensity.
The pink fucking hair. The one she dyed to "prank" her roommate. She got bored of the bit and decided to slip back into the style she was used to - the sorts gothic, dark, unkempt and uncaring. She could peel the ruined clothes off her swollen body, sure, but not everything is so easily taken off; even half a year after the fact, several haircuts later, her hair was still pink. The trimmed and accurate haircut on her head was pretty and looked nothing like the matted, ruined mop of black hair Ivy was accustomed to. It was 100% like Yomi's, to an uncanny degree...
That was not the only, nor the scariest part about it. Ivy would often find herself gravitating towards cuter stuff like plushies - and not the edgy ones Ivy liked, like gorebubu toys - the demonic monsters covered in blood-like paint, with sharp teeth and claws stained red, the kind of toy popular with edgy teens and menhera women. No, she wanted fucking bunnies and turtles and such - all in PINK. She would idly eye skin lotions and shampoos and such at the convenience store, even though for the Ivy of the past the cheapest hygiene soaps would suffice.
The most concerning of it all was the mindset changes. Ivy was naturally a pretty wrathful individual - prone to anger and bursts of rage. But recently... she just stopped. She could never muster up the courage to be angry anymore. Not that she felt any on her own anymore - she felt so... normal all the time... Almost like...-
Come on Yomi, get a grip… She mumbled to herself, before a wave of bone-chilling terror made her heart sink and her gut drop.
Fuck... fuck fuck fuck.
She dashed to the room of her roommate, as fast as she could - that is to say, not very much. Bursting through the door, she wanted to scream.
YOU.
She waddled up to the bed on which the pink whale rested, invested into her handheld console. I don't know what you did, but--
...and then she felt something snap in her. A wave of calmness filling her, with one last click deep inside her... soul? Was that even a thing?.. She exhaled.
I-... ummh... We're hungry...
And that was when she crossed the point of no return.
Wanna order some... takeout?.. We could use some ice cream... Like a few gallons, I ate the last tub for breakfast! Oh, gimme a minute, gotta change into something cute... Yomi huffed as she pulled the ugly black t-shirt off her tits.
Also! Wanna cuddle while we wait?~





















