Idk what I'm doing with this anymore pls help
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FUUUCK-
She wakes up. Headache might as well be hammering her brain cavity, probably from the copious amount of alcohol she drunk last night, but that's a worry for another time.
And today, she feels like a rat just took a shit in her coffee.
Begrudgingly getting up from the wooden floor she passed out on for whatever reason, eye whites tainted a faint shade of pink. She's baked as fuck. A goner, if you will. Not only did the morning start out like someone just wiped their shit stained ass-crack on her desk, but it's the monthly checkup Shinobu threatened her into taking seriously.
Why monthly checkup? Oh I don't know, ozone layer so nonexistent her lungs are practically piles of flaming garbage, her eyesight is fucked from the amount of times she's had dirt thrown in them, and the weird bruises (cracks?) on her skin that just seem to appear out of nowhere. Oh, and antipsychotics and all sorts of drugs to ensure she doesn't go lunatic on a whim.
All in all, the worst thing that could happen was having to deal with a bunch of teenagers smelling like the rotting corpses of her parents. Seriously, how come that Kamado kid has the only proper sense of hygiene? Sure, she smelled like cigarettes and doom all year around, but good grief, at least she doesn't smell like sweat and tears.
After a montage of her concerningly violent monologue, she unknowingly ran into a wall, or so she thought. The "wall" happened to be the entrance to that god forsaken place called the "Butterfly Estate" or some nonsense like that. She felt like groaning in misery right then and there, and before realization, she's already being dragged around by a person she never bothered to remember the name of.
Blah, blah, blah, a few minutes later, she's already zoned out but waiting in the office that may as well be a storage room, said office being Shinobu's. Sakura calls her Kocho, since she barely bothers to remember anyone's actual name.
(WIP. it ends here for now.)