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After all the seasons had ended, Flower started to grow in popularity.
Flower was already touring around cities and towns not long after she began getting more attention from the public. She was gorgeous, glamorous and just pleasant to even look at. Starting her modeling career off by starting singing and dancing lessons. This was originally just supposed to keep Flower occupied and not drown in boredom sitting around.
Although it seemed her voice and dance moves were praised much more than most celebrities. Soon enough getting into more things, like photography and theatre.
Flower was usually doing oddly suggestive dances. constantly having to arch her back, get on her knees and a ton more the more famous she became.
Flower was mostly uncomfortable with all of this at the start of her modeling career. But soon enough she began to do this more carelessly. She almost felt numb.
The money.
The attention..
It felt strange. But it's also nice that she wasn't hated by everyone now after becoming famous.
Was this slowly beginning to destroy her mentally and physically? Most definitely. Flower just had been too busy breathing in all of the attention she was finally getting to realize it.
This was just the start of her modeling career after all. Plus her exhaustion wasn’t too noticeable besides her very slight sluggish movements across the stage when she was trying to keep herself up while singing and dancing.
Robot Flower leaned back against her bedframe. Sitting up on her bed in Twos hotel.
She sat a bit slouched down and having one, skinny leg crossed over the other. Holding her phone with her nub hands.
Her phone screen was a bit cracked in the right corner, her phone model was something similar to an iPhone 8 with a bright, hot pink case with pink and white glitter.
Social media was the same as always. Boring and nothing interesting until a certain post made her completely stop.
A picture with vibrant colors caught her attention. It was Flower. Flower was sitting on her knees. Her thin body pressed right against the chest of what seemed to be a male object. Her arm wrapped just a bit below his waist. Flowers' face showed a cheeky grin, with a wink. Robot Flower couldn’t identify the male object.
The background was a bright, pink, purple and dark blue gradient. Clear editing done as both the male and Flower had an eye-catching, white stroke around them that made both of them pop out even more with vibrant, yellow stars in the background with the same white stroke around the same stars.
Robot Flowers' hearts began to start pounding. Something in her system seemed to twitch.
Flower?
Her hand scrolled just the slightest more.
The robot's body seemed to visibly tense up a bit more.
She was expecting maybe a hundred likes, but to her surprise this one, vibrant picture was approaching one hundred thousand.
The one she envied before, and still now.
The one she wanted to be.
Why was she so good? Why was she the one blessed with the ability to sing and dance?
“I’m being a bit too selfish, aren’t I?” Robot flower's autotuned voice mumbled with a bit of frustration lingering in her voice. Even after TPOT with her whole “Flower arc.” She still constantly felt left out by others.
She's still best friends with Basketball, who had to take care of her often.
Robot flowers life was fine. So why did she feel so jealous? So what if she was left out and feeling like this?
Robot Flower placed her phone down on her Persian pink colored blanket just right beside her head. Making sure to turn it off as she shifted her position to now lay on her back with her limbs spaced out. Staring at the copper colored ceiling above her.
She let out a frustrated sigh. She could become like Flower again. She was sure of it! She just had to try harder than her and not malfunction like before..
Suddenly, a knock was heard at her door. She lifted her head a bit, just to be able to faintly see the door.
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