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To say Folly felt awful would be a severe understatement.
She doesn't know why,considering yesterday was fine.Perhaps it's just a temporary feeling.
Correction,she 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 it's just a temporary feeling,because she has no clue what to do if it isn't.Maybe asking her friends for help if it persists would be a good idea.Speaking of,they were messing around with stuff again.
"What are you?" asked Mari,holding two slices of bread to Eleanor's head.
"Girl,i'm not doing the stupid meme-"
"It's for a Tiktok,just roll with it." Mari said.
Mangle waved behind the camera.Or tried her best to at the very least.It was hard for them to move their limbs.
Eleanor sighed,muttering a 'this is stupid' under her breath before saying in the flattest way possible as if held at gunpoint."An idiot sandwich."
"Sick." Mari approved,moving away from her as she went to Mangle and shut off the recording.
"Does it look good? Does it look good?" Mangle asked excitedly.
Mari quietly reviewed the footage before nodding."Yeah,it's good enough.-"
"What do you mean 'good enough'?!" argued Eleanor.
"-We can just cut out the arguing and such.By the way,hi Folly." Mari added,glancing casually in Folly's direction.
"Hi." Folly said back flatly.
She forgot herself that she was there.Present. That's probably not a good thing,but oh well.
Eleanor blinked,just noticing her."Oh hey,Folly." she said.
"𝘏𝘪." repeated Folly.
Also,why did it hurt to talk?
"Folly! We recorded a Tiki Taka!" Mangle exclaimed excitedly,going to her.
Folly resisted a wince.God,she's louder than usual...
"It's a tiktok,Mangle." Mari corrected absently.
"I know,but Eleanor called it a Tiki Taka and i fount it funny." said Mangle.
"It's true,i did say that." Eleanor confirmed.
"Bruh,how did you get Tiki Taka??" asked Mari confusedly.
"Well,you see there's this guy on Tiktok called Mari-"
"Nevermind,i don't wanna know."
Folly sighed to herself.Could they all be quieter? She swore,they were never this loud before.
Also what's with the temperature here? Did the 'air conditioner' broke? Do they even have air conditioners here??
"-Folly?"
Folly blinked,glancing up at Eleanor.
"𝘠𝘦𝘴,Eleanor?" answered Folly,crossing her arms behind her back.
"You stopped answering for a minute there,gurl you okay??" Eleanor asked,slightly confused.
"It hardly felt like a minute." remarked Folly.
"Technically it was two." Mari commented.
Folly frowned to herself.They probably wouldn't lie about it,however it barely felt like a second had passed...
Hm,that's a little concerning.
Folly decided to change the subject.
"What's wrong with the air conditioner? Or whatever this is.The temperature's off" she asked.
The others appeared more confused.Why??
"I didn't 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 anything wrong with the temperature?" Eleanor replied,puzzled.
"Yeah,no,it seems normal to me." agreed Mari.
"Mangle,did 𝘺𝘰𝘶 notice anything? Big Top?" asked Eleanor,looking at the two.
"No,i don't think i did??" answered Mangle unsurely,trying harder to see if there was anything wrong with the temperature.
"The temperature is optimal for ticket taking." Big Top said simply.
"...I have no idea what that even means,but okay" said Eleanor,before turning to Folly."You okay,Folly?" she asked,a bit concerned.
"I feel fine.Must've just been my imagination." answered Folly dismissively.
Mari & Eleanor shared faintly doubtful looks while Mangle just looked puzzled.
"You 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 sure?" asked Eleanor,frowning in concern.
"Yes,i am sure." Folly replied.
"Sure 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 sure?" asked Mari.
"𝘠𝘦𝘴."
"Sure 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 sure 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 with a cherry on top?" asked Eleanor.
"What does that mea- 𝘠𝘦𝘴.I'm 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦." said Folly, getting annoyed.
Why were they so doubtful?
And why was she cold? Or hot? She can't tell.
The others have stated the temperature's fine...
Eleanor shrugged half-heartedly."Just making sure."
"Man,now i'm craving cherries.." muttered Mari absently.
"They're crazy expensive right now,we gotta wait until the hype goes down." Eleanor reminded.
"We don't even pay tho??" said Mangle,double trouble confused.
"Oh yeah true.Let's go take some." Eleanor remembered.
"Heck yeah." nodded Mari.
"Wait,right now?" asked Mangle.
Eleanor shrugged."I don't see why not."
"You guys go then.I shall go sleep on the couch." said Folly,walking towards her room.
Maybe a nap will make her feel better.
Sleep fixes a lot of things.Or atleast that's what she heard Mari say before once.
"Ookayy?" responded Eleanor,frowning again."Uh,Folly?"
"What." Folly turned to look at her,tired but irritated.
"Your room's that way." she pointed out.
. . .
"I knew that.I was just testing you." spoke Folly,changing directions.
"Yuhuh..." said Eleanor doubtfully,crossing her arms.
"Do you want anything from the market or wherever we're going?" Mari asked as Folly went to her actual room this time.
"I'll be fine." said Folly."...Though a chocolate cake or a pigs in blanket wouldn't hurt." she admitted quietly.
Even though she wasn't feeling particularly hungry.In fact,the thought of food made her feel bad...Nauseous?
That can't be right.What could've caused such a reaction?
It's fine.Folly will feel better after sleeping.
The girls were talking again,but she couldn't hear the words.It was all muffled,yet both quiet and loud for some reason.
It was weird.
Folly chose to ignore it,instead faceplanting onto the couch.
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Sleep did not fix it.
In fact,she felt way worse.
She didn't hear any voices anymore.The girls probably were still out.
...How long did Folly sleep for?
She still felt tired.
She wants to go back to sleep,yet her internal fans whirling loudly in her ears made it difficult to do so.
That,and she felt restless.Restless but exhausted.At the same time.
This is so confusing.
What's wrong with her?
Folly sighed exasperatedly,but quickly regretted it once she started coughing.
She sat up instantly,her form shaking.
She didn't keep track,but eventually the coughing subsided,though her throat felt dry.
And stung.A lot.
She glanced tiredly towards Big Top in the other room,but he didn't seem to pay her any mind.
Good.
It'd be embarrassing for someone to see her like this.Though,she wished her friends would be back sooner.
. . .
Folly was hoping as she thought that,that they would suddenly appear.
I guess not.
Folly sat in silence,getting more comfortable on the couch.
Why is she still shaking? And did it get somehow colder? Or hotter? She didn't know whether it was hot or cold,it felt like both.
She shook her head faintly,ignoring the headache slowly forming,laying her head back down.
She'll still try to sleep,she doubts she'll actually manage,but she doesn't have the energy to do anything else.
Eventually,Folly thinks she zoned out.
It was a blur,frankly.But she doesn't feel like thinking about it.
She just hopes eventually her systems will shut off.
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. . .
. .
Folly wasn't sure how long it's been,but she finally managed to come to her senses.
And that was by the sound of a new voice.
"Will you not ask me for tickets this time?"
A familiar one.
"You already submitted a ticket." Big Top answered in his usual tone.
Loud again...
"Hm." The other hummed,then footsteps were heard.
They were a bit around the main room before they stopped.
"Is Folly here?"
Unfortunately.
"She is currently passed out on the couch." Big Top replied,to her great dismay.
Why did he put it like that? She was not passed out,as she was still awake.
Then again,she hadn't given any sign of consciousness.
"𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵?" The latter inquired calmly,and Folly could kinda picture the cross of his arms.
Big Top gave no response,so he scoffed and continued walking.
Shortly after,the footsteps were heard clearer, closer.
"Folly?"
Folly managed to give a weak hum,but she didn't look up to face him,even as he walked infront of the couch,looking down at her.
"You seem...𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭." Harvest remarked faintly, frowning.
"Mhm..." she hummed again,burrying her face into the armrest.
It was uncomfortable,but if she burried her head hard enough,it soothed the headache ever so slightly.
"What is the cause of this?" He asked,resting his hands on the back of the couch.
Folly didn't feel like answering,but at this point she probably has to.
"...Dunno.." Folly muttered,voice wavering as the throat pain rose up again at her speaking."Woke 'p like this..."
Harvest hummed thoughtfully,frowning further.After a moment,he walked around the couch to stand infront of her.
She felt eyes on her,analyzing.
Then,he slid his hand underneath her chin,lifting her head from the couch and putting his other hand on her forehead.
Folly couldn't help but lean into the cool touch.
"You are ill." Harvest stated.
"'kay...How do i make it go away?" She asked feebly.
So unlike her.
She hates it.
Harvest paused,not expecting such tone, movements halting for a small moment.
Only for a moment though,before he retracted his hands.
"I will go make you pigs in blankets." He told, walking off to do said thing.
(And maybe called Earth for suggestions).
It wasn't long after he left until Folly zoned out again.