SCP-999xDepressed!Reader: Tickle Therapy by FaethS, literature
Literature
SCP-999xDepressed!Reader: Tickle Therapy
‘Why am I here?’
You sighed, looking down at the floor and not listening to the man leading the group of people in orange jumpsuits, including your dad. Why did your dad even take you with him to work? You had no idea. You could think of several other things you’d rather be doing than being here. You’d rather be back at home in bed than here.
“_________?” your dad’s voice speaks to you, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, dad…” you shake off his words. It was obviously a lie, he knew that.
“Oh, __________, what’s wrong now?”
“I just
Sasha staggered back into the trainee camp, out of breath and exhausted to such a state that she was certain she would never recover. Running for five hours straight in the hot desert sun would do that. She made it a few feet into the camp, but then her legs turned to jelly and she couldn't hold herself up anymore and she fell face-first onto the hard dirt. Sasha didn't have the energy to pull herself back up on her feet, so she just decided to stay there. No one was coming to help her. She was the biggest loser in her whole class, they all made fun of her. Why would anyone come to help Potato-Girl? Sasha resigned herself to the fate of sleep