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“OH MY FUCKING GOD!! THAT IS ENOUGH!”
The screaming of your mother erupted your peaceful 5-hour sleep as you were drooling on your pillow, imagining being a contestant on your now-favorite show, ‘Mr. Antennas TV TIME!’.
You groggily opened your eyes, sweating profusely and feeling a bit oily (you didn’t take a shower yesterday. THAT’S how bad it is…). ”WHAT happened, mom?! You fucking woke me up!!”, you yelled, your voice fuddled and dry from all those beers you keep stealing from the fridge.
“YOU DIDN’T FLUSH YOUR DAMN TOILET! DO I LIVE WITH A GODDAMN ANIMAL NOW?!”
you sighed and rolled your eyes (for some reason, that action made your eyes hurt…) of course your mom is so sensitive that she flips over shit like that… Pun intended!
”jeez, it is NOT that deep, Ma!”, you groaned, kicking away your blanket that fell into the huge pile of clothes next to your bed.
Jeez, its ‘bout time you should really start to do something with your stinky, messy room..
but you weren’t going to admit that to your mother…
The house fell silent for a moment, but after a few moments a soft knock could be heard from your room's door. Without wasting a moment, the door creaked open and your mom could be seen, peeking into your room, taking in the mess that was made in the time lapse of 6 months.
”honey, look-“, she waved her hand near her nose, trying to push away the invisible smell of sweat. “-I know you’re still grieving your brother’s death, but this is NOT okay!”,
she turned around to process all the clothes, takeout left-overs, and sighed.
“alright, I’ll tell ya’ what. I’ll help you clean your grubby room ‘f you go outside and try to find somethin’ to do with your life, ‘cause I ain' t tryin’ to babysit a 25 year old woman, y’hear me?”
you sighed and took a deep breath. ”Then how do I even start! It’s been MONTHS since I’ve left home…”
“Well, you’re gonna have to change jobs ‘cause you’re not gonna continue your current one since you missed ‘bout 90 days worth o’ shifts…”, she stated – now more calmly than she did a few moments ago.
You groaned in a disgruntled tone, knowing that there's no way out of the hell hole that you’re about to go through for the next few months. And maybe you saw something in your mothers words and couldn’t complain too much about something that you see a point in.
“FINE! Just get off my back for the love of Toriel!” you slowly straightened yourself up, heavily in need to fix your posture — as soon as you stretched your back backwards, a loud (and pretty satisfying?) crack came out, and suddenly, you could finally breathe without your muscles hurting badly.
Alright,
you had a job before,
and it was a pretty boring one…
maybe it’s time to use that filming production degree!