[8] Shifting Patterns

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Well holly gosh. Look who's back with more trama for these poor souls! (This is probably the most tame lore drop that's going to be in the story)

The warnings this time are those you would expect. (Pain, Dizziness, ect.)

also, before you panic too much, The bolded words are just setup/future sayings. Not much to worry about this time.

Good luck yall. (Also, sorry for constantly bombarding you with info and chapters .-.)

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~Suitcase POV:~

"What." I stopped in my tracks. Knife stopped telling me what he heard once he noticed I was not following him anymore. "You can't be se- He can't be- this- I-" I start panicking. The fact I was stuttering this much proved that
"He- i. w-WHY! He CAN'T be serious about this! Just... just Leaving us here?! To fend for ourselves? Why- how-" I felt a hand lightly touch my handle, and i noticed that I was shaking a bit "Don't tire yourself out." Knife started, kneeling down in front of me "I'm still also trying to process it myself." He pat my head before standing up again

"You seem pretty chill about it... why- ho-" I take a sharp inhale through my teeth before I start panicking again "How are you this calm? this.. this whole-" "That's just what happens when you are perceived as emotionless most of the time." Knife cut me off
"Right...That.. Y'know, I don't really see you as emo-" I was cut off by the sound of coughing and shifted my attention to the direction it was coming from: The vending machine.

I stood there in fear for a bit as the coughing continued before shaking my head and forcing myself to run closer. Only to be met with a clearly panicking Baseball staring at Lightbulb. She was coughing a lot.
"uh- It's going to be fine! I- uh- Are you okay?" Baseball was kinda shaking. He did not like this one bit and I could tell. "Im fi-' *COUGH cough* 'Fine-" Lightbulb sputtered, starting to wheeze from the lack of air in her system. I could see the tension in her face. Harsh jolts running through her body cough after cough.

"Oh! Th-There you are Suitcase!" Baseball gave me a very forced smile "And Knife. Do- wh... Can anyone help please?" he backed away from Lightbulb a bit while saying that. I just gave him a nod and walked right next to Lightbulb, sitting down next to her while Knife started questioning Baseball on how this started.

I nuzzled Lightbulb so she knew I was there, and felt her body tense up from both the touch, along with the painful wheezes coming out of her throat. Each cough sounding more painful than the last. "hi-' *Cough* 's' *Cough* *Wheeze* *COUGH* 'suitcACK-" Lightbulb made an attempt to talk but that seemed to only make it worse.
I stared wide-eyed at the grass. Feeling an anxiety attack crash on me despite trying to keep it in check. so I just sat there in silence. hearing the same voices that I usually encountered during these.

Lightbulb finally stopped coughing, but was shaking a lot and taking deep but pained gasps for air. I felt a prick on my case once I released myself from shock. I looked up at Lightbulb, seeing her lightly grasping at her neck while she took shallow and shaky breaths. Her electricity was swirling around her, almost like fireflies, or the sparks that fire emits.    
"So... How did this happen again?" Knife asked now that all the noise was gone.     "i- I told you! I really don't know! She just sparked that lightning thing and started coughing!" Baseball panicked, trying to defend what little information he had.    

"Alright..." Knife set down the sticks he had been carrying for a while now "Somehow sparking electricity through her broken fuze, Fell down a pit and is somehow un-scaved, and now whatever this is? ..Along with random screaming?" he questioned "These are just random events to go with her let down mood lately." he scoffed, crossing his arms.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 08 ⏰

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