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Nico’s schedule went something like this. Wake up (he didn’t check the time so it could be literally the afternoon and he wouldn’t care), toss and turn in bed, get out of bed (if he felt like it) and walk to his restroom to grab his razors and cut himself before bandaging up and going back to bed. On very rare occasions, he would get up and check outside. If no one was at the dining pavilion, he would walk out there, in the cold with no jacket, grab a quick something to eat (Spoiler: It was a slice of toast every time.), and return to his cabin to brood. Otherwise, he would toss and turn, maybe order one of his skeletons to get him water, drink the water, and either have a breakdown or fall back asleep. So one day, when a genius (dumb) idea struck him, he had to try it. He stood up, unsteadily mind you from his days of cutting and not eating, and walked outside in the freezing cold. After adjusting a bit, Nico walked outside and sat down in the snow, waiting to be buried. The snow fell but after what seemed like hours, he had still made no progress. So, he went inside, dried off, and curled up to sleep again.
So it went. Nico went outside every day, trying to get himself buried in the snow and when he got tired of sitting there, he would go inside, dry off, and go to sleep. It wasn’t until one day, when he was halfway buried in freezing snow did he have his first run-in with a live person in a while.