drew this a bit ago and haven't found a spot to post it! gas mask maid

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drew this a bit ago and haven't found a spot to post it! gas mask maid
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The room was quiet.
The room was a plain room, with grey walls and a wooden floor. A red-orange rug laid on the floor, creating a vibrant contrast. A tv stood on top of a box, with a orange Famicom in front of it. The Famicom only had one, poorly made game on it, so that was practically useless. There was a bookcase propped up on one wall, a layer of dust coating it and the books in it. Throw pillows were, well, thrown on the floor. There was a door that led to a balcony, but the balcony was bare, so there wasn't any real reason to go out. A computer stood in near corner of the room. A bed stood near the computer, with a white-haired girl fast asleep in it. Her breaths rose and fell, hardly making a sound. The room was quiet, aside from the quiet breathing from the girl.
The quietness was interrupted by three small knocks on the door. After a minute of no response, a lock clicked, and a person stepped into the room. She looked like your average maid, in a blue dress and white apron. The only thing abnormal about her appearace was the gas mask covering her face. She glanced over to where the computer was, then to the sleeping girl's bed. The maid sighed in relief.
"She's finally resting." The maid thought. She stepped out of the room for a second to grab a cleaning rag and got to work. The room was quiet, aside from a maid quietly doing her work.
"She's always on her computer." She thought, running the rag over the TV screen. "That game- that program is special to her. But to spend days on it?" The maid wiped along the shelves on the bookcase, dusting off the books in a vain attempt to make the other girl finally read them. The rag got dirty, so she had to step out into the hall to grab a new one. "She's doing a bit better now, she isn't dying anymore. God knows when she'll be healthy, if ever-" She had only finished her thought (and cleaning the Famicon) when the computer started making weird noises. It had apparently turned itself on.
"Oh?" The maid said. Her voice was quiet and muffled, partially from the gas mask and partially from the sheer softness of her voice, but mainly to not disturb the other girl's sleep. She got up and walked over to the computer.
[initiating...]
[update has been found]
[initiate update?]
[y/n]
"That's strange... why would it do that?" The maid thought. "I didn't even know updates were made anymore." She stared at the screen, unsure as to if she should update the game. She glanced over to the sick girl. "Should I wake her..?" She thought, then turned back to the computer. "I shouldn't. She needs to rest." The maid stared at the screen, before leaning over the girl's chair and resting her fingers on the keyboard. She just kinda sat there for a moment, trying to figure the ethics of updating someone's computer without telling them. She soon decided that this position was really unconfortable, sighed, and went through with the update.
[>y]
[updating...]
[updating...]
[u̢p̵dat͘ińg>...]
[u͠pdat̵i̵ng.͞..̴]
[u͟p͏ ̷d̀a̷̕t̷͘i̸̴n͢g̛.҉.̸͡.̵̷]
[update complete]
The maid was a little concerned by whatever happened to cause the glitching, but it was admittedly an old computer, so it probably was ju-
[.flow now has multiverse compatability.]
[connecting...]
"... What." The maid had no idea what that meant, but it seems significant. A look if regret could've been seen on her face if not for her gasmask. The maid quickly stood up and turned to stare at the other girl, her hands coming to each other in a nervous fidget. The other girl stirred a little in her sleep, but didn't wake.
"I'm sorry Sabitsuki." The maid said, giving a little bow before deciding to flee the room as quietly as possible.
The maid hurried to the door and locked it behind her.
The door clicked open again, and the maid quietly snuck back in to grab the rag she left at the computer desk.
Click.
The room was quiet, aside from the whirr of a computer, the light breaths from an ill girl, and the fading footsteps of a maid.
no blending this time. turned out better than i thought