Ramshackle's New Student

Chapter 4: Just The Sniffles (Part 1)

You awaken to the feeling of something touching your face. Immediately, you already sense that something is off. You open your eyes to see.. Your.. phone..? Except, it's.. moving. Your phone stumbles backwards and falls onto its back, which causes you to groggily sit up and look around. It's not just your phone. Multiple objects around your room seem to be.. alive. Grim groggily awakens, peering around, only for his collar to wave to him from the end of the bed.

"Am.. Am I dreamin'..?" He asks outloud, not really expecting an answer. It's not until his collar stands up and hops off of the bed, taking his magestone with it, that he jumps up, beginning to wake up completely. "HEY WAIT-" He shouts, crashing after it.

His loud voice is enough to shock you into complete consciousness yourself. You touch your face, rubbing it as you look around. This has Sunny's fingerprints all over it. But.. you're not used to seeing him bring this many entities alive. Has he improved?

...

Is he overblotting?

The panic surges through your body as you leap out of bed and rush past your dancing dresser, heading out into the hall. Looking around, he isn't here, but there's.. even more things alive out here. You knock on his room door, calling out to him. "Sunny! Sunny are you awake?!" No answer.

You burst into the room, the door having not been locked, only to find Sunny fast asleep in his bed. By the looks of it, he's definitely not overblotting, but.. He's definitely not looking great. His face is sweaty, his body shivering despite several layers of blankets..

You reach to his shoulder to gently shake him awake. "Sunny. Sunny you gotta wake up." He groans, and you can hear congestion in his voice as he turns away from you to escape you. As he does, a candelabra on his bedside table leaps onto you, taking you by surprise. It's alive, and it smacks at you with its 'hands'. You audibly cuss as you rip the candelabra off of you, tossing it across the room. This angers the rest of the objects in the room, this area being hit the hardest by whatever is happening.

By the time Sunny actually wakes up, it's to the sound of your screaming. He rolls over, sick as a dog and just sees you wrestling with hangers and his shoes as his dresser is smacking you in the head repeatedly. Sunny looks visibly disturbed, not really understanding what he's seeing.

"TURN IT OFF, SUNNY"

"I.. I'm not.. ahh..aH-" He sneezes, letting out a long cough afterwards. "I'm not.. doing this.." He sniffles, rubbing his nose against his sleeve.

"You're obviously sick. Are you sure?"

"I.. ...." As the gears visibly turn in his head, he squints. He's the only one who can bring items alive. He's sick. Oh no.

It clicks to him what's happening.

"... Uh oh."

"Sunny, I need you to not say 'uh oh', I need you to say "You got it, Captain" and take the life from these little bastards-" You're cut off by the dresser toppling itself onto you, like a body slam from a two foot drop. You groan, still trying to rip the clothes hangers from your arms and neck, starting to bite at them like a rabid dog stuck in a trap.

"... I think I'm sick."

"Yeah, I got that"

"No, I mean-" Sunny yawns, his yawn being cut short by an intense coughing fit. "When I get sick.. sometimes.. I lose control of my magic.."

"Wait, does that mean you can't turn this off?!" You practically shout, shooting a bewildered look to him.

".. Uh huh.."