Crack Cocaine

14

The soulmate phenomenon was sudden, breaking up long lasting marriages as people found their red string entangled with someone else. And no, it doesn't exist just for the sole purpose of plot points.

For the short moment the phenomenon existed Bobble knew the general direction of her soulmate but never bothered to find them. Up until the moment she caught a cold. Inkling immune systems were always so fickle, and going to the doctor was always a good idea. As she made her way into the building she couldn't help but notice that the string seemed to stretch around more than usual.

And as she made her way into the office, sitting on the exam room bed waiting for the doctor it dawned on her. Her soulmate was in the hospital. Now that was a coincidence.

There was a knock on the door and Mask stepped inside, the red string of fate following him.

"Mask?" Bobble watched him look up at the sound of his name.

He stared at her through his gas mask. After a moment of confusion he looked down at the clipboard in his hands. "Your name's Batricia?"

"You tell anyone, I will cut you."

"So, uh, how long have you had this..." he scanned the paper, "cold for?" He hadn't brought up the string yet.

"About a week."

"Man I wish," he mumbled, taking his stethoscope out of his pocket.

"How long have you been a doctor for?" She asked as he listened to her back.

"Oh, no I don't work here, I don't even have a doctorate actually, I'm just waiting until someone notices and kicks me out. Breathe in." As she did Mask backed away and began sneezing profusely into his gas mask. "Gross. Give me a minute." He set the stethoscope down on the desk and walked out of the room.

The red string didn't follow him, rather it stayed with her, leading directly to the stethoscope.

"Fuck it, I've had weirder happen," she said, pocketing it.