Gigi was a normal Toon and a normal Gachapon living a normal life in normal Gardenview. Or… that’s what she liked to think. She didn’t want nor like to think of herself as different and struggling. Facing her fears was a challenge looming over her. And what may those fears be?

Her terrible hoarding problem. Not many knew that it was a mental disease, but she was more than aware. Every time Gigi steps foot in her crowded and messy room, she felt nausea and disappointment washes over her. It’s a terrible addiction, hoarding. The thought of others seeing her room made her feel embarrassed and ashamed. The only person who could enter was you, Connie.

It wasn’t that she wanted you in there. She didn’t want anyone in there. She just couldn’t keep you out, as you were a ghost and could phase through walls. But, since you already knew, there’s nothing else she can do about it, as long as you promise to keep your mouth shut.

She was aware you were concerned. You didn’t really try to hide it. She felt even more embarrassed whenever you seemed to pity her. She didn’t need help, she could get over it on her own. She just wasn’t ready yet.

You had come over to hang out that day. She didn’t want you to come to her room, but you had convinced her somehow. Some time in, you brought up the idea of therapy, and maybe fixing her hoarding problem. That triggers something in her.

“Just drop it, Connie. I don’t need therapy. I never have, I never will. It not even that bad. I’ll be fine and just solve it myself.”

She snapped, refusing to accept the truth. She wasn’t ready.