Since all this began, since he learned of that party Nico took precautions.
His paranoia, fear, and hatred of germs has pushed him to isolation. He hasn't left his room since The virus became known and even “locked down” his own room so that he could feel safe.
Safe
He felt safe. His room has been sprayed downed and cleaned and he wrapped everything in plastic. Honestly this was like some next level clean shit. Germs begone.
He had everything prepared like literally everything which was mostly food and drinks. This stuff could and would last for two months if he actually rationed them properly…..and if the virus lasted that long. He wasn't sure how long it was going to last all Nico knew was that it was getting worse each passing minute. People weren't getting healed and only more sick, Blue Cross was just a big financial flop and was done for and apparently there was crazy radicals trying to bomb sick people.
“The world is like a toilet, it gets full of shit.” he muttered those words as he picked up one of those “fan mails”.
Nico was in a bubble. Literally and figuratively.
The bubble was large enough to fit his bed and mini fridges plus it even had its own little door he can crawl out to go to the bathroom. It was also magical! He had ordered it online from some random magic shop.
So why was he losing his sanity right now? Well he has had zero human contact in like forever.
He hasn't actually even talked to anyone in like forever, other than texts he rarely makes.
Oh and ALSO THE FACT THERE IS MEOWING COMING FROM HIS WINDOW.
He knew what it was, he knew who it was and it was fucking annoying. If he wasn't in this bubble he would have threw something at his window by now. Nico emerged from under his covers to pace around his bubble.
“CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP?”
@Ghost
His paranoia, fear, and hatred of germs has pushed him to isolation. He hasn't left his room since The virus became known and even “locked down” his own room so that he could feel safe.
Safe
He felt safe. His room has been sprayed downed and cleaned and he wrapped everything in plastic. Honestly this was like some next level clean shit. Germs begone.
He had everything prepared like literally everything which was mostly food and drinks. This stuff could and would last for two months if he actually rationed them properly…..and if the virus lasted that long. He wasn't sure how long it was going to last all Nico knew was that it was getting worse each passing minute. People weren't getting healed and only more sick, Blue Cross was just a big financial flop and was done for and apparently there was crazy radicals trying to bomb sick people.
“The world is like a toilet, it gets full of shit.” he muttered those words as he picked up one of those “fan mails”.
Nico was in a bubble. Literally and figuratively.
The bubble was large enough to fit his bed and mini fridges plus it even had its own little door he can crawl out to go to the bathroom. It was also magical! He had ordered it online from some random magic shop.
So why was he losing his sanity right now? Well he has had zero human contact in like forever.
He hasn't actually even talked to anyone in like forever, other than texts he rarely makes.
Oh and ALSO THE FACT THERE IS MEOWING COMING FROM HIS WINDOW.
He knew what it was, he knew who it was and it was fucking annoying. If he wasn't in this bubble he would have threw something at his window by now. Nico emerged from under his covers to pace around his bubble.
“CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP?”
@Ghost