Your scars remain

Chapter 4: Philza Minecraft is stupid for 1703 Words

Phil apparently thinks the cure to underfeeding is to overfeed someone.
Techno is groaning at their dads stupidity.
Karl, meanwhile, is puking his guts out.
He also, apparently, is allergic to Ginger Ale.

SICKFIC CHAPTER POG

TWs // Pretty graphic descriptions of puking (Poor Karl), Implied/Referenced soggy chip eating

Karl... didn't feel very good.

His stomach was gurgling but not in an 'I'm Hungry' way. He's never felt this way before.

However, when Master had brought in a tray piled with a round food he called 'Pizza' as well as a salad, and told him to eat, Karl ate even though he was still full from the sandwich.

After Tommy had waved his goodbyes with a promise to chill with him tomorrow as well, Karl was alone. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing, so he just sat there. Being useless.

There was another lurch in his stomach. He took a quick breath in and bent over a little bit.

No.

He couldn't throw up.

Another tug.

He couldn't throw up here. It would ruin the bed.

Karl wiggled out of the blankets in an attempt to keep them as smooth as possible, and bolted over to the bathroom. As soon as his knees hit the fluffy bathroom rug, his stomach lurched.

It was a familiar feeling. Stomach acid and chunks of half digested food surged into his mouth. He attempted to hold it back to no avail.

It was so disgusting . He thought that if you ate delicious food it would come back up with their heavenly flavors, but apparently not.

One hand clutched his stomach and the other held the seat of the toilet as another wave of nausea overswept him.

As sad as it may seem, Karl was used to puking...

"What the hell do they put in here?" F-183 complained. K-481 shrugged as he shoved his own bowl of gray mush into his mouth. He learned from many days of trial and error that if you don't eat fast, you don't eat at all.

Within a few seconds he was already finished and his raven haired friend hadn't even started. K-481 gave the bowl a look. F-183 handed it over without a second thought and the brunette shoveled his food down as well.

Later that day he puked all over his handler. The man was not happy and K-481 didn't get out of it unscathed.

His first time in the arena, K-481 took one look at all the blood and dead bodies and threw up right onto the sand. The crowd somehow liked the action and cheered louder.

Rewind was nauseous, so so nauseous. The gash in his side left him feeling sick and lightheaded.

Lemon let his hands drift an inch over his injuries. The tug and pull of the healing magic combined and worsened his headache. It was warm, but he was already way too hot.

He dipped his head over the side of the bed and vomited right into the trash can.

It was luckily not on the hospital bed or floor.

Another lurch, another round of disgusting liquid flooded his mouth.

He felt a presence next to him and looked up. Master gave him a warm smile and rubbed comforting circles into his back.

Karl felt so... weak...

A tear dropped down into the murky green liquid. He hadn't even noticed he was crying. He used the back of his hand to wipe away the salty liquid.