Suicidal Robot | Poppy (Sequel of Honest)

Poppy kindly asks that you reread this chapter for a better Popy experience, as it has vastly improved to show you more about Poppy.

Titanic Sinclair would have never guessed.

He would never have guess that his day of redemption and self destruction, all at the same time, would be ruined and saved, all at the same time.

He couldn't manipulate his thoughts to match the events that occurred after his disconnection with the universe (I say universe, because technically he had already disconnected himself from the world a long time ago) because he hadn't a thought to think. He hadn't a breath to breathe.

Death slammed a wall in between consciousness and inanimate existence.

Was this wall placed in Poppy's world?

Poppy seems unable to climb this wall to the raging waters of life until this wall is broken, and the thought of death disappears.

Poppy is full of life, if Poppy can live at all. If Poppy can be considered alive enough to be announced dead when it is her turn to dive into the fiery pits of unconsciousness.

Debby has thoughts.

She has plentiful thoughts.

These thoughts are not specific.

They are thoughts that everyone has when they can feel their heart beat.

And her thoughts turned into ideas.

Ideas to heroically smash Poppy's wall.

And of course, quite literally, smash the metal door he made.

In the current time of things, Debby and Poppy are now dreadfully spending their hours in a congested waiting room, with dry air and heat exceeding comfort.

They are awaiting the time of truth.

The truth that will bend forward and backwards, destined to break if it held his finest works to a deadly compression.

Poppy is consuming bittersweet apple juice to increase her sugar levels, seeing as she hasn't been provided the fuel she needed to live, much less survive. She was instructed by the doctor to do this.

It's a wonder that wall isn't still up.

Meanwhile, Poppy's fellow friend is consuming water.

A lanky man in a long, white jacket began approaching the two woman. Poppy did not enjoy the feeling the man in the white jacket gave her.

"How's Corey? Is he gonna be okay?" Debby said hastily.

"Who's-"

Debby placed a single digit on her lips. "Sh."

"May I speak to you in private?'' the man in the white jacket motioned for Debby to follow him to a corner in the hallway.

Debby nodded politely, but knowingly. Knowing in the fact that privacy was not usually an occurance of good things. Especially in a hospital, as your mind is spinning and buzzing with the idea that the person in the hospital's care could not be in good health, while also knowing that they may be okay. Debby let the man in the white jacket lead her to the hallway, where they entered a separate room.

Poppy had high hopes that it would be pleasant news about her lover, he giver, her life and soul, and that her, Titanic Sinclair, and Debby Ryan could return to a happier life, with giggles and secrets to share over popcorn. With warm embraces to comfort her. With endless hugs and kisses from him.