~getting inspiration~

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ook so i was lacking inspiration recently and really didn't know what to draw,, i kinda was just scrolling through scratch and clicking on random projects until i stumbled upon this one, which at first i was like, "ughhh i have to make another projecttt" and then i was like "wAitttt aNotHeR PrOjeCt hOld Up" for real this dta inspired me sooo much, no joke, and when i saw the character refs i realllyyyyy wanted to draw and make a story for them <3 so, here's the story i've got for her: She's always been a bit outgoing with everyone. always laughing, drinking, whatever... but then she got sick of it. everything felt fake, from the way she smiled to the way she talked. people started to notice her trying too hard with everything she did. they asked her why she sucked in her gut so much and why when she laughed her smile never reached her eyes. she couldn't answer any of it, not knowing herself why every day felt like a struggle. she was too aware of everything she did, always noticing her faults and twitches, always seeing how weird her nose was shaped and that she wasn't "skinny enough". she ended up cutting herself off from everyone, unwilling to let them see how ugly she felt. at that point, she kind of just wished she didn't exist. a couple months pass and she's still locked up in herself, struggling to do basic tasks like brush her teeth or get ready for the day. one day, she gets a phonecall from one of her old friends. she lets it go to voicemail, unable to pick up because she was worried she'd say something wrong to them. the friend calls again, and again, and again, and still she lets it go to voicemail. finally the friend gives up and she retreats back into herself, crawling under a pile of blankets so she could block out the world. she shuts her eyes and starts to drift off, until she hears a knock... she doesn't answer the door. instead she curls up into a tight ball and starts to cry. 'why are they here?' she thinks. 'why do i suck? wont i mess up? i look ugly. im not worth their time. i'll just go back to sleep...' a knock again. she starts to bawl, the self hate beating her down and making her grow increasingly anxious. another knock. then another. the person starts banging on the door. she puts her hands over her ears and screams into a pillow. 'please leave!!! im not worth it...' she repeats over and over in her head. glass shatters, and footsteps start to walk towards her room. 'NOO!!!' she screams in her head, her body frozen under the blankets. Her door creaks open, and in comes her friend, standing at her bedside. the friend stares down at the girl covered in blankets and sighs. "You've been locked in this dingey place for how many months?? Stop being such a dork and pick up your phone!!! I had to break your window, you know??" The girl doesn't budge. her friend, frustrated, yanks the covers off of her. "hey!!! i came all the way here for yo-" the friend stops talking when they take in the sight. the girl she looks at is not the one from a few months ago. she's skin and bones, pale, wretched. she looks like a zombie, something straight out of the walking dead. the friend chokes up and begins to cry. they hug what still remains of their friend. "why are you doing this?" the friend whispers to her. she shakes her head slowly. in a raspy voice, she says: "im ugly. im fat. im stupid. im a tryhard. i. am. fake." the friend shakes their head and hugs her hard. "ha- if any of that was true, then why am i here? im not friends with stupid people, ok? i love everything about you. and... the only thing fake here is anyone who says otherwise. they're the liars. they're pathetic. you are beautiful." As they hugged, the girl slowly started to feel a little something. happiness? maybe. but this feeling was more important. the honest feeling she had was hope.