You looked at the bloodied bed sheets in disdain. Of course, of fucking course, you would start on the first night your friends were over. Why wouldn't you? It wasn't like yesterday wasn't already stressful as hell, what with the cockroaches and Dave... Dammit! That meant he was technically right about the PMS! That only served to piss you off more! With an aggravated grunt you ripped the bedsheets off of the bed, which was hard with only one good hand, and stuffed them deep in the hamper. With any luck, no one would notice until you did laundry.

You grabbed some day clothes along with a fresh pair of underwear and headed for the shower to clean yourself off. You removed the bandage that was around your bad wrist and winced at the purple bruise that surrounded it. You took your time in the shower, both to get clean and to prevent any further damage to your wrist. Once you were clean with a fresh pad, you rewrapped your wrist to the best of your ability. It was a shoddy job, but it would work for now.

You threw your soiled underwear and sleeping shorts into the hamper and made your way downstairs. Sun must've had a busy night, because there were more decorations on your walls. You doubted you'd even be able to see them by the time the PizzaPlex reopened.

"Goooooood morning, (Y/N)! You slept in pretty late! You must've been tired. Do you like my decorations?" Sun seemed to be in a good mood this morning. Pushing down the irritation you felt at how your day started, you smiled at him.

"Yeah. You're so creative, Sun." You said making your way to the kitchen where you kept your pain medicine. You could already feel the cramps wracking your lower abdomen.

"Morning!"

"Awake at last, Little Lady!"

"I hope you feel better this morning!"

"I'm glad you got the sleep you needed!"

The band members greeted you as you walked by. They had one of your favorite shows pulled up on the PS4. You smiled and waved as you walked by, Sun followed you as he babbled about the different art projects he had in mind.

"Aw, is your wrist still hurting you?" Sun asked when he saw you take your pain medicine.

"Uh, yeah. That's why I'm taking these." To be honest the period cramps hurt more, but you weren't about to explain the menstrual cycle to Sun.

"You want me to rewrap your bandage? It looks like it's about to come undone." You looked down, and sure enough, your shoddy wrapping job was about to come loose.

"Yeah, thanks." You said, holding your hurt wrist out. He gingerly took your wrist, and unwrapped the bandage. You heard him mumble angrily as he saw the bruise and you couldn't help the touched smile. It was nice having people worry about you. Not that you wanted them to worry, but it felt good knowing that you were cared for. While you were in your thoughts, Sun had delicately wrapped your wrist. It felt more secure once he was done.

"Thank you, Sun. That's much better." You said, inspecting his handiwork.

"Anytime, Starshine! Is there anything else you need?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"No. I'm actually about to head to the store. There are some things I need to get." You said, inspecting your kitchen to see if there was anything else you needed to grab while you were at it.

"Do you need me to come with? I can help you carry stuff." Sun suggested. While it was tempting to get help, especially with your wrist, you knew that you'd decline. The whole reason for going to the store was to restock on period supplies. They were extremely low, and needed to be refilled before the day was out. You didn't want to answer the questions that would be brought up.

"No. I need to do this alone. Thank you for the offer." You said, and realized that, save for a few odds and ends, you didn't need to pick up much. Chica must've really meant it when she said she was going to stop eating. You felt proud of her. All the grease from the food she swallowed always did a number to her insides, and her wires had to be replaced on the regular because of it.

"Are you sure? I don't mind helping you." Sun insisted, but there was no way you were going to open yourself up to that awkward conversation.

"Thank you, Sun. But I got this." You said, grabbing your keys off the counter. Sun looked like he was going to protest some more so you had to make a quick retreat.

"Bye everyone! I'll be back soon!" You quickly shouted before darting to your car.

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Chica shared a startled look with the others at your sudden departure. Sun walked back into the living room, looking just as shocked as they felt.

"She's going to the store, and she wanted to do it alone." he said, and they all felt even more uneasy at that.

"She's a grown woman. She's not going to hurt herself further by going to the store." Roxy reminded them. They all nodded, and went back to watching the show they pulled up.

Chica tried to pay attention, but she was stressed out over your condition. Then she briefly wondered if you'd run into Dave at the store. That only served to put her even more on edge. She glanced at the kitchen entrance. She always ate whenever she was upset, but she promised that she'd quit. She forced her gaze back to the TV, but the kitchen kept calling her. She redoubled her effort to ignore it, but the more she tried, the louder the kitchen seemed to get. She glanced back at the kitchen, and felt like it was staring into her soul, daring her to come in and get just one... small... taste...

"NO!" She said, standing up abruptly. She would not give in!

"Uh, Chica? Are you okay?" Freddy asked, and that was when she realized she just made a spectacle of herself. Her friends looked at her with worry.

"Uh... yeah. I was just saying... no way! I just realized that I never explored the upstairs! I'm going to go do that now! Far away from the kitchen!" She said, and her friend looked even more worried than before.

"Are you sure? You look a little-"

"I SAID I'M FINE!" she interrupted Roxy and they all jerked back at her volume.

"Okay? Just remember, we're here if you ever need to talk." Freddy said and she nodded.

She could feel the kitchen staring at her again, and she bolted for the stairs. She would not let the food win! She felt much better once she was at the top of the stairs. The mean ol' kitchen couldn't reach her here. She relaxed and started her exploration. The upstairs had two guest bedrooms, a linen closet, and a bathroom. She soon found herself in front of your door. She hesitated. She didn't want to invade your privacy, but it was either that or return to the mean kitchen. Making up her mind, she gave a quick apology before walking in.

It was a "master bedroom", which apparently just meant that it was a bedroom with a bathroom attached. She explored the bathroom first, but there wasn't much to see other than a shower, a toilet, and a sink with a mirror. She walked back into the bedroom, and raised an eyebrow at the visible mattress. She may not know a lot about life outside the PizzaPlex, but she knew beds had bed sheets on them. She wondered if something happened to the sheets that made you remove them, or if you just slept without bed sheets.

She aimlessly wandered around the bedroom for a few minutes. It was about what she expected, side tables on either side of the bed, one had a digital clock on it. A dresser that she assumed you kept some of your clothes in. A walk in closet filled with shirts and the usual uniforms you'd wear at the PizzaPlex. She passed a bin containing dirty clothes and was about to move on when she noticed something.

A tip of bright red fabric was sticking out just barely. If she had human eyes, she would doubt she'd see it at all. But her advanced eyesight caught it easily. It didn't match most of what was in the hamper, which is why it stuck her as strange in the first place. She looked around, feeling as if she was violating your privacy by just standing there, but something in her system told her that she needed to see why it was so different.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." she said, and quickly, before she could change her mind, dove her hand in and pulled out the fabric.

Her entire system froze at what she saw. They were shorts, definitely yours, but they were covered in blood. She numbly touched the stain and realized that it was still drying. You had bleed a lot recently. She snapped out of it, and dug for more evidence. Maybe it wasn't blood. Maybe you had just sat in some cherry flavored Fizzy Faz! She pulled out an equally bloodied pair of underwear. Okay, so the Fizzy Faz was potent enough to soak through the shorts. She dug deeper and pulled out the missing bed sheets, with a bright red, bloody stain in the middle of it. That's when it finally sunk in for her that it wasn't Fizzy Faz.

That was when she screamed. She didn't know how long she stood there screaming, but she didn't stop until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw all her friends staring at her discovery in horror. She suddenly felt the need to explain herself.

"I was just looking around her room, and I saw something bright red in this bin and-"

"That's blood. That's (Y/N)'s blood." Freddy said quietly, interrupting Chica's rant.

"She's bleeding. She's bleeding heavily, and we let her go to the store alone!" Roxy exclaimed, pulling her hair in her stress.

"That is a lot of blood for the Little Lady to lose." Monty numbly said, his gaze never once leaving the bloodied clothing. Sun kneeled down next to Chica, and tenderly picked up the shorts that she dropped on the ground.

"Guys? Is (Y/N) dying?" he asked, and they all tensed at the question.

Humans needed blood to survive. If they lose enough, they could die. The fact that you already lost a lot just that morning was proof enough in their minds that you were already at death's door. Chica couldn't hold back anymore. She started to sob into the bed sheets she was still holding. In the short amount of time they had know you, you had become very dear to each of them. The thought of loosing you was the most painful thing they had known. Sun soon joined her in crying, followed by Freddy, and Roxy. Monty turned his back to the group, but they could tell he was mourning in his own way.

"We need to do something for her." Freddy said after a few minuted of shared grieving.

"You're right. (Y/N) has been nothing but kind to us, and we need to make her last..." Roxy sobbed and forced herself to continue, "...her last days worth while."

"It's the least we can do." Monty mumbled, still not looking at them. It was decided, you would be absolutely pampered when you got back.