A Fennec's Melancholy

It was a warm Saturday afternoon as you laid on the couch as held a certain fennec fox who cowered in your arms. Omaru Polka had been self conscious about everything in her life. About her looks, her weight, her YouTube subscriber count and everything in between. This in turn drained on her everyday. She was always producing content, always making new videos and putting out new song covers to drive more growth. But even so, it had always been too moderate for her to find acceptable. This lack of high growth and comments by many people about her would lead to her to be in a constant state of depression. No matter what you said, about how hardworking or pretty she was, she would still berate herself for her self-imposed ‘failures’. Because of these, whenever something didn’t go her way, it ended with you comforting the poor girl as she vented about the stress in her life.

“I’m such an idiot… guess why I dress up like a clown, huh?” mumbled Polka as she sobbed into your chest.  You rubbed your hand up and down her back, reassuring her that it was because she was genuinely funny and made people happy everyday. Polka shook her head and looked up at you with teary eyes as you continued to hold her in your arms.

“You're just saying that to get me off of you… I bet you got your eyes on another girl… I saw you looking at Lamy last week during our off-collab…” accused the fennec as a look of anger flashed across her face. You mentally sighed. You didn’t know why she acted like this. Despite being your girlfriend, she would always accuse you of infidelity. It was of course wrong. You assured her of this as you reached up with one hand and rubbed one her large fox ears.

“Really?! That’s good!” suddenly yelled Polka as she basically jumped off you and did a twirl as she landed on the floor with her back turned to you. She twisted her body around and did a wacky pose as she flashed you a grin. You could only smile at the girl's antics as she let out a giggle. This was the other part of Polka that you loved. The energetic, fun loving clown that would play one of her wide assortment of instruments at an impulse. You walked up to her and wiped the remaining tear streaks from her face and gave her a quick peck on the lips. After hugging her again, you told her once again that she was the only one for you, and that would always be true.

“You idiot… I get it, I love you too, you stupid dork,” mumbled Polka as a blush formed on her face and she pouted. You held her close for a while before you let her go and retreated to her room to get back to her Hololive work. You knew that something would set her off on her depressive mood. But you would always be there for her. No matter how many nasty words she would throw at you are how much she would berate herself, you would be there to be a shoulder to cry on. Because Polka, despite all her flaws and imperfections, was a beautiful girl who you loved more than anything in the world.