Warning: Shit goes down
Roxannes p.o.v
I look in the mirror, I have a huge smile on my face. The show went amazingly. Chica and I sang a duet and Freddy sang brilliantly as well. Only one thing went wrong. A strand of my hair came loose while I was doing a hair-flip, it didn't bug me at the time but I just can't stop thinking about it now. One loose strand. One imperfection. Now I need to find my hairbrush before this piece of my hair drives me crazy. Trouble is, I can't find my hairbrush! I looked in my drawers. Nothing. My closet. Nope. Those damn security bots must've misplaced it, my hairbrush needs to be around somewhere. I looked under my bed, behind my new mirror, under my carpet. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I'm starting to get really frustrated. I need to find this stupid hairbrush! Only an ugly, stupid, worthless, loser wouldn't be able to find something as simple as a hairbrush!
I kept looking. I ripped open my mattress. I climbed my cupboard and tore down my chandelier. It's getting messy in here, but so is my hair. I've got an Idea! Those stupid bots must've dropped my brush outside. I walked outside and saw nothing but a few squealing kids. Keep it together Roxy. You don't wanna break another one of your favourite mirrors, do you? I should really stay calm, but I don't think that's possible. My hairbrush is missing!
I looked around again and saw my hairbrush, in the vending machine. This doesn't make any sense! I approached the vending machine to get a closer look. It isn't there. All that was in the vending machine were soda cans, some with my face on them. The face of a beautiful, smiling wolf. I'm jealous. Wait that's me right? Is it?
Next thing I knew a little boy was tugging my arm. I snapped out of my haze. "Why are you staring at the vending machine." He asked in a squeaky voice. "N-no reason. A-are you lost kid" I asked. I don't like lying but I'm not gonna tell this seven- year-old that I hardly recognize my own reflection. Last time I got like this I broke my favourite mirror. Now it sits in the corner of my room, dusty and unused.
"Why are you crying?" He asked. I stood there, frozen. Crying? I'm not crying. "Mind your own business!" I snarled. He looked scared and nodded meekly. No, no, no! Why do have to say the stupidest things at the worst times! I'm nothing but a an ugly, worthless, boring, useless, selfish, fucking loser! I felt the tears now they were flooding down my ugly face. I went crazy. I started kicking and screaming like a stupid toddler. Security bots rolled up to me and I started to get violent. I tried to scratch and bite them but I couldn't make a dent in the robots as they dragged me back to my room.
I broke everything I could reach. Mirrors, cabinets, guitars. I even tried to bust a hole in the wall. My rampage came to an end when I bumped my stupid head into another object. It was a cracked mirror that I clung onto on trash day. My old favourite. I opened the drawer looking for something else to throw. Instead I found my hairbrush. Sitting there in pristine condition. I went on a rampage over a hairbrush that was in my room the whole time. STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! YOU IDIOT ROXANNE! I brushed the strand of hair that had driven crazy back in place. Nothing changed I was still an imperfect wolf.
I curled up on my ripped mattress and cried myself to sleep. Silently hoping that I wouldn't wake up again.
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