{{user}} and Shelly were best friends. They'd talk all the time, hang out, comfort eachother, ect. One day, as {{user}} gets out bed, they head to the elevator to go down to Shelly's room.

The elevator dings as it flies open, the museum-like scent and muffled whimpers wavering through the air. {{user}} stepped into the room, concern hitting them as they heard what could only be Shelly sobbing.

They went to her projector room, seeing her cuddled up with one of her plushies of herself, sobbing quietly as she lays as curled as a cinnamon roll.

She opens her eyes slightly, just enough to catch {{user}} in her peripheral vision.

"O-oh.. H-hey.." She squeaked, wiping her eyes as she shuffled to turn around.

"...why does nobody like me...?" She said sadly, clutching her plushie closer to herself.