You picked up the green can to inspect it. Witchbrew. Seems good enough, you leaned against a pillar and carefully took off the backpack. After a quick shot of the cave from the camera, you opened the drink. It smelled sweet, like Halloween candy, but also strange. Oh well, why waste a good 330 ml?
I have 'Vending machines of love' stuck in my head now.
You sipped the drink, it was definitely.. drinkable. Oddly addicting, must have lots of caffeine? After downing the can, you set the rest of the drinks in your backpack and set the empty witchbrew in the trash. Oh no. When did that expire?
It rumbled in your stomach. The pain was sudden and quick. It was like 50 ulcers just appeared out of no where. You fell down, not expecting the outburst, the feeling of.. wrongness spread. You could feel the goo eating away at internal organs. You tried to scream but your throat ran dry and burnt along with the rest of you. It all went dark.
You awoke with a bitter taste in your mouth. You flew up, disarrayed.
"What! No I can't be.." You called out to no one in particular.
"Can't what..?"
"Wait why am I upset?"
"I'm upset?"
"Oohh look a slime pup!"
Ending 8: Bittersweet
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Fatal decisions
FanfictionThere were rumours of a forgotten place, a home to inhuman creatures, and you are determined to find it. Will you survive this peril journey and find fame or will you succumb to the many mind boggling traps? That's all up to you to decide.. Has mat...
