"Welcome To Hell" | Mouthwashing Oc Insert

|05| [Turn For The Worse]

"Mouthwash? From (XXXXXX?) company?" She inquired—looking up from her clipboard and staring at Y/N with interest.

"Yeah, mouthwash."

The thing you all would've given up a whole year jsut to deliver some fucking mouthwash.
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"It wasn't the worse thing, far from it."

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Year; XXXX - 2 months after the crash.

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You couldn't forget hearing Anya's voice quiver in horror once all of you open the boxes–revealing what was expected to haul for a single year during that time. Even now thinking back to everyone's faces...

Mouthwash.

"Un-Fucking-believable." Swansea spoke–even Y/N would be stupid to not notice also the anger in swan's voice.

"There's gotta be an ocean of the stuff in here!" Daisuke would exclaim, which was only the rough truth... every thing box. In this god forsake ship, was packed with nothing but mouthwash?!

"This room looks freakin' endless!"

"God this can't be happening." You mutter under your breath–While anya picks up one of the bottles to inspect. While you're more or less struggling with the realization you all were going to die here because of mouthwash.

"This is what they'd have five people hauling for over a year?" Jimmy questions–the disbelief everyone was experiencing one way or another.

"All of this..."

"For Mouthwash?!"

"The sugar content probably offsets any potential as a disinfectant..."

"Disinfectant? What are you-" Swansea grabs the bottle out of her hand–looking at the back of the label.

"Let me see that!"
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"14% Ethanol." He states.

"14? That's almost enough to make it an-" Y/N would begin to explain before being cutted by swansea's... laughter?

"Hah! Hahahaha!"

"Aaaha...ha?" Daisuke joined along all-be with less enthusiasm.

"I s'pose we'll smell good at least?"

"That's right, kiddo! You can bet your ass on that!"

"W-What are you doing?!" Anya questions swansea, her hands shaking violent you assumed was out of fear. Due to how swansea was acting out, you wouldn't blame her.

"Stop that!"

"Swan's dont-" Yet before you could try anything–he downs a swig of the mouthwash. Drinking it like it was any fancy or cheap alcohol, so much for the years of being sober, all gone within the slip of a bottle.
"Whew-whee! Ohhh, shut up you two."

"I'm just an ol' codger taking care of his dental hygiene. You hear that?" He asks.

"That's the sound of 15 years of sobriety popping like a cyst. A glorious, magnificent, red hot cyst!" He exclaims in great detail–as you all could just watch him rant off.

"Good riddance and cheers! To captain curly! Hear, hear!"

"Guess anyone could get seriously blasted off of this stuff." Daisuke comments on, which probably was true considering... well.