"Okay, so, think about it," Blue starts, "how would you know if you were poisoned?"
"You would die," Nightmare answers. Dream nods sagely. Error snorts.
"Yeah, Blueberry," Error taunts, "you would die."
"No, but, think about it! How do you tell before you die?"
Life gives a contemplative hum. Dream eyes her suspiciously, squinting. "Well, why are you asking?"
Blue abruptly freezes. Various club members blink at his reaction. "Well, uh," he laughs, shaking his head. "No reason! No reason at all."
Cross shuffles farther away, getting—Dream resists the urge to snicker—closer to Life, who has gardening club knowledge.
An oversight, really.
"Well," Life starts, "unless you notice side effects, you kind of can't. Unless—of course—it isn't a lethal dose."
"Okay," Blue acknowledges, "but what are common side effects?"
"Oh, common ones?" Life laughs, pausing her work to chortle into her hand. When she's done, she looks at the crochet project in her grip, continuing with rhythmic, practiced motions, not hesitating or faltering as she continues. "Well, I suppose common ones would be..." she looks up, thinking, "Ahh, common ones would be: vomiting, drowsiness, shortness of breath, confusion, dizziness, drooling, fever, tremors, fatigue, unconsciousness... and... random aches or pains like headaches or abdominal pain."
Cross, quickly, scoots away from Life, towards Dream and Nightmare; also gardening club members.
"Oh, okay," Blue gives her a look, "and how do you know all this?"
"Well, I'm in the gardening club."
Blue nods. "And you aren't the only one."
Life dips her head, acknowledging. "I am certainly not the only one."
Outer, staring down into the terrarium, informs the others in a very frightened, trembling voice, "Jimjam is dead. I just saw him die, as you were talking. My son is dead."
Error freezes.
Seven different world wars, each corresponding with a stage of grief on a poetic and metaphorical level, pass through his eyes at once.
Error shrieks, hands on his head, his knitting needles clattering dramatically to the ground. Blue stays suspiciously silent, appearing unsurprised.
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An: Guys, I— I forgot Killer existed. It's been so long since I've been in the fandom.
Uhhhhhh. He'll appear. Eventually.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe contemplate hell before absolving yourself from it
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