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Year; XXXX - 20 years after the crash.
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"So tell me more about anya, the Crew's nurse correct?"
This was probably the most recent week you came in for another session–at this point you were growing tired of talking, or due to the fact the more you remembered, the more unbearable it was becoming.
"Yeah... She and I, we met couple years back."
"I was still new to the whole crew at that time... freshly baked outta the oven and sent to work alongside swan as his first intern."
"And are the rumors true that during her autopsy she was discovered to be–" She asked–crossing one leg over another. Before being interrupted by you.
"yes, she..."
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Year; XXXX - 5 months after the crash.
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You were asleep-your mind drifting off like any other night. Just to battle against the hunger and fatigue you've been suffering through these months, you finally did decide to give the mouthwash a shot.
And god–it tasted awful. But the sugar taste made it fill your stomach... allowing you to rest. But that short coming would be silenced by the frantic speaking of daisuke. Waking both you and jimmy up from your beds.
"Jimmy! Y/N! Help!" His voice was in a panic–hand over his hand as he wouldn't keep still. Something wasn't right.
"Jimmy! It's an total emergency!" He adds, as jimmy was the first to appraoch him while you began to stand up–with a minor wabble.
"Clam down. What is it?"
"What's going on?" Y/N asked, appraoching Daisuke with their arms crossed–a serious look over their face.
"Anya is stuck in medical! The door won't open!" He franticly explains–which made your blood run cold, the door is sealed?
"What if she runs out of..."
"...Something?!"
"Right." Jimmy said, seemingly understanding the situation at hand.
"We need to check it out." You say in sync.
The three of you exit from the main room–walking down the hallway to the medical room. You attempted to open it but... it was locked tight. God damn it, the one day you had to leave most of your tools in the utility room before the crash.
"Anya! I brought Jimmy and Y/N!"
"We're here to rescue you!"
"Anya? Anya can you hear us?" You spoke first, walking closer to the door–hoping to hear anything, either from her or curly.
"Don't worry! Don't panic!"
"Hey. Heard the lock's broken." Jimmy spoke too.
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No response.
"Anya?" You spoke again, hoping she could hear you at least–even if just anything. You were worried more than anything, yet manage to keep your cool.
"...Yeah, i can hear you, Y/N."
YOU ARE READING
"Welcome To Hell" | Mouthwashing Oc Insert
Terror"I got to get this off my chest, one last time I suppose." An Oc insert mouthwashing story, where Y/N, a mechanic on the pony express. Watching the months pass and everything fall apart.
