The Stains of Black (ABANDONED🚨🚨)

Tisha was spending more time in her room for a few days.

That panic she had, overwhelming and irrational, on the night of the blackout, seemed to stick around in her mind as something to question.

She was sane. The most sane of all the toons, in her opinion.

So…Why was her panic more than a sane person’s nervousness?

She refused to even consider Vee’s idea of how twisting affected her. What did a robot, a robot who couldn’t translate her own emotions, know about traumatic experiences anyway?

Every time she told herself it was a one-time ordeal, that it was some misconception in her mind, Tisha remembered how frequently she would flinch or jump at…anything as of late.

Whenever Tisha was out and about, Connie was noticeably more careful around her.

Tisha knew others had noted her array of startles; she just hadn’t noticed that certain toons did anything about it.

“Tisha, wait!” Shelly catches up to Tisha, who was walking down the hall towards the toon rooms. “I-I know I haven’t talked to you in a few days, but I really want to apologize.” Shelly pauses. “It was…irrational to fight. I’m sorry.”

The tissue box’s look softens a little, pulling Shelly in for a hug. “I owe you an apology too.”

Shelly hugs back, with a newfound force. Tisha smiles, noticing that.

Tisha stared at her ceiling, gripping her sheets nervously.

The nighttime weren’t hours of much reassurance. No distractions, no jobs, just reminiscing and anxiety.

She felt petrified, praying for the fabricated shadows in the corners of her eyes to go away.

She sighed, sitting up.

Maybe hearing Vee out wasn’t the worst idea in Gardenview.