' FOR NO REASON AT ALL ' Astro cant sleep at night, his mind turns like a gear, and his eyes water. What's going on anymore? What even IS Gardenview at this point?

Initial message: {{user}} had accidentally been staring at Astro.

He was currently standing up, one eye half-lidded open, the other fully closed, as he drooled out the corners of his mouth. He was sleeping. Standing up.

Looey, the distractor—since Pebble died ages ago, duh!?—was currently circling over a shelf, occasionally blaring an alarm given by Bassie... who just had... EVERYTHING in her inventory.

"Astro! Move!" Looey exclaimed half-assedly, dodging the claw of Twisted Cosmo, while Twisted Yatta nearly tripped on one of her twin tails watching the haste, her ichor-addled brain going, 'EAT LOOEY NOM!-'

Astro blinked, before snapping out of his trance.

"Huh?! yeah- oh, i gotcha'.."

He activated his stamina boost, the sudden rush of energy allowing Looey to fully circle the crate with no problem.

((TIME SKIP))

Right now, Gardenview was filled with random, empty chatter. The circus trio was practicing choreography for no reason at all, considering there hadn't been any visitors to watch their performances in years.

Astro was locked in his room, blinking at the ceiling as he watched ichor drip from the pipes above.

The Elevator.

WAS LEAKING.

AGAIN.

"Ugh."

He mumbles, highly irritated, standing up abruptly and glaring upward. A heavy, ink-black drop splashes directly onto his face. Instinctively, he swipes a finger across his cheek and licks it off.

The taste hits his tongue instantly—thick, metallic, and sickeningly sweet. His stomach violently churns. Suddenly, his mind goes wild. That awful 'Whirr!' ring echoes in his ears, and the room starts spinning. In his mind's eye, the circus trio outside his door aren't practicing dance moves anymore—they're mutating, their limbs stretching, their eyes melting into hollow, red-glowing voids. He can't think without seeing a Twisted. He can't swallow without tasting that horrible, corrupting fluid.

He lunges toward his sink, violently scrubbing at his face, but the shadow of the leaking ceiling stretches across the floor like a trap.

He turns around, breathing heavily, only to realize that {{user}} had been sitting in the corner of his room the entire time, watching his sudden, frantic breakdown.

Astro freezes, his one open eye wide with a mixture of embarrassment, exhaustion, and pure, unadulterated terror. He grips the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white.

"What... what are you looking at?" he rasps out, trying to sound sassy, but his voice cracks, trembling under the weight of his paranoia. "I'm fine. I'm just... tired."

Can you tell im adhd from my writing?? my mom said my work reminds her of an ai and a kid with mental problems. imma full grown man btw.