Shelly sat on her bed quietly, thinking. It'd been a while since anyone had asked her to hang out...she'd asked around, made plans with Scraps and Goob, but never heard back from them. They'd gone on a supply run minutes before the hangout, so they missed it...they were gone for hours..and well, after the run they just weren't "in the mood" to talk.

She hadn't held it against them. Everyone had bad days, y'know? Sometimes you couldn't help it! The whole...snappiness, she wasn't bothered by it, really. They could yell if they wanted to!

...But..even if bad days happened, they seemed to happen more often when Shelly was around...nobody really talked to her. They didn't acknowledge she existed unless they needed something, or if she messed up. Shelly still recalled the time Sprout's scarf caught on one of her tail spikes and the strawberry shouted at her for a while because it tore.

All because of a rip. She could've sewn it back together, really, she could've! She didn't mean it!

She was too ashamed to speak to him afterwards, fearing she may fuck up somehow and he may yell again. It was humiliating. She didn't need a second reminder. Her eyes stung, head picking at what other stuff she'd messed up and been scolded or nagged for. Shrimpo picked on her often, sneering that he didn't recall this toon being one of the mains. Vee snapped at him sometimes, but she wasn't around a lot, and even she only talked to Shelly if she needed something.

Her eyes watered, swallowing hard. Her throat felt all choked up. She took note of how Vee only called her over to work for her, to move things for her, boxes and crates and supplies. She never asked Shelly to join the game show. She never took Shelly's hesitant advice for questions to add, and when she did, she didn't say thanks.

She curled up on her bed, the feelings too much to bear, and pulled her knees to her chest. The tears, the stupid stupid tears kept coming. She sobbed. Why did they hate her? Had she done something wrong? She trembled, only sobbing harder.