A New Era

Chapter 17: An Episode

Crazy waved as the last customer left, a little Frisk on their heels. His smile was bright and cheerful up until the two had cleared his store front.

It became strained before finally falling. He rubbed at his skull, trying to quell the headache blooming behind his sockets. The lights of the store didn't help as he leaned over the counter, head bowed.

This was his worst headache this week, the pain feeling like a fist angrily knocking on his skull. The constant thump shook his eye lights and made the room spin.

He shakily reached underneath the counter for some medicine. The pills had been working less and less, hardly battling the headaches anymore then just a light slap.

What he touched instead was sand.

When did he have sand behind the counter? He thought about any products he might've had that were sand-like. Nothing came to mind as he allowed the stuff to sift through his fingers.

What the hell am I touching?

He carefully pulled out a small box, placing it into the counter. He froze, eye lights shrinking as he stared at the powdery, pale substance.

Dust. That was what he was staring at. Monster dust.

He could feel his eye lights dilate and his grin stretch to be painfully wide. His vision blurred and blackened at the edges as he stared into the powdery stuff.

    How did this get behind the counter? Doesn't matter. Why is it here? Who cares. I need to do something with it. Snort it!

    Crazy felt sick to his stomach. What the hell was happening? Was he breathing? The edges of his vision were starting to get colorful; what did that mean? Why was he actually considering going nose first into the dust?

    "Hello?" called a voice from the front.

    Crazy slowly raised his head, the maniacal grin now plastered to his skull. He couldn't quite make out who it was. It was a Sans, but that was all he could understand. There was a buzzing in his skull, a bloodlust seeping into his bones.

    He slowly reached for the pipe he always kept behind his desk. What was a little more dust?

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: ~ Asy ~ :

Asy checked his list of notes. Crazy had mentioned his shop had been getting more business, so he thought it'd be a good idea to talk to him after a day of work. See the toll it took in him and determine if a few days off might help.

When he entered the shop with a soft 'Hello?', he hadn't expected the crazy, manic grin as his patient was leaning over an empty box.

Upon entry, Crazy's eyes locked into him. Asy couldn't lie: the feeling was familiar, that feeling of a mouse staring at a cat. Many of his patients could occasionally get that look; Sanses or some Papyruses whose core universe saw only genocide developed that look when in manic episodes.

Oh boy. This was going to be a long night.

He carefully closed the door, making his movements slow and eyes trained on Crazy. He'd never really seen Crazy in an episode, not even his brother had, he believed.

He locked eyes, sockets widening when he saw a familiar glint. In a second, he snapped, appearing behind the counter as Crazy lunged, pipe slamming down where Asy had stood. The linoleum tile cracked from the force as Crazy quickly spun around.

Ok, he hadn't prepared for any sort of situation like this. When this happened in the clinic, he had multiple magic suppressors available that could take the brunt of the attacks out.