A day later, they decided to savage an old van and have Tatum be in the trunk so her vomit won't get on the others.
"Do I fucking smell shit? I swear if I have to clean that nasty ass shit," Ophelia muttered driving the car.
"I'm sorry!" screamed Tatum as she began to puke again.
"If we find a junkyard, remind me to find a car with keys in it."
"That stench fucking wreaks, oh my god. Please stop so I can get some fresh air. If she ends up dying while we drive, I'm immediately getting out and walking behind," declared Michael covering his nose with his shirt.
Ophelia quickly slammed on the brakes only for Tatum to hit her head on the trunk door allowing the glass from the window to get in her hair with some pieces etched into her head and slowly began to bleed.
"Tatum, you should just stay in the van," Aaron commented trying to not offend her.
"Why? I could easily get out with some of the goddamn glass of the trunk getting into my head!" screamed Tatum in response.
"Sounds like somebody's going to get tetanus..."
"Tetanus? Seriously?"
"We're in the great outdoors, and you were being a dumbass by eating some poisonous plant in hopes of curing your face! Don't you fucking realize that you're most likely going to die? I wouldn't be surprised if you contract gangrene while at it."
"Ooh, feisty. That kinda turns me on," whispered Ophelia.
"No one fucking asked about what turns you on, Sparrow," Michael replied cupping his hand over her mouth.
Ophelia rolled her eyes at Michael.
"Says the one who's obviously gay for Aaron. Tsk tsk," Ophelia responded lifting an eyebrow.
"Shut the fuck up, daughter of a homicidal maniac," muttered Michael under his breath.
"Can you guys stop arguing?" Amethyst asked suddenly bursting out of her bubble, "We've been going so far for so long in hopes of being safe, and here we are like a month or two later, and somebody's dying, and you guys respond to something she thought would help her in this way? I can't fucking believe it. We have to work together or else we all will end up dead and brutally maimed. I've been quiet this entire fucking time because I thought all of you guys would have their shit together because you guys seemed as though you guys know what to fucking do! But it turned out to be constant bickering. If we're all going to end up dying, then fine, but I'd rather die knowing that we all worked together and worked our asses off in hopes of saving us and possibly other's lives. I don't know about you guys, but I'd like to see us work together instead of bitching at Tatum for making a huge mistake."
They all just dropped their jaws in shock at hearing Amethyst not being all shy. They never knew that Amethyst could be so straightforward; it caused them to realize that she's right.
"I think we need to listen to Amethyst for once," said Ophelia softly. She had no clue that the shy, scared girl she found on the streets could be a good leader.
"S-sorry, I had to vent out to you guys," Amethyst replied shyly.
"Like, holy shit," murmured Michael with his jaw still dropped.
"Dude, keep your mouth closed or some sort of bug will fly in and possibly cause maggots to run through your intestines," Aaron commented forcing Michael's mouth closed.
Michael looked at Aaron as Tatum finally collapsed in the trunk in her own blood.
"How about we start heading somewhere now?" Ophelia asked playing with the keys only to shortly scream, "It smells like somebody died in here! Gross!"
"I see you finally exposed your girly side," laughed Michael.
"Tatum just fucking died!"
"So, does this mean we're walking..?"
"What do you think this fucking means?"
"Oh yeah."
The four began heading their way only to bump into a girl who was carrying a basket.
"Oh dear, not this again," the rainbow-haired girl said as she looked up, "You guys look like you just came back from Hell."
"Who are you?" asked Aaron.
"My name is Mitrodora."
"Well, that's a unique name. It reminds me about how the Mitochondria is the powerhouse of a cell."
"Uh, thanks..."
"Where were you heading?"
"I'm going to Fairytopia to visit all of my fairy friends!"
"Are you on drugs?"
"Aaron! You can't just ask a girl named Mitochondria if they're on drugs! Sheesh!" yelled Ophelia like a smartass.
"So, somebody just died, and we have no clue where to fucking go. So, maybe you could like help us out?" Aaron suggested hoping that he knew what he was doing.
"Let me show you guys around here! You guys can even meet my fairy friends! They love meeting new people!" exclaimed Mitrodora with a smile.
"Sounds like someone's delusional," Michael muttered under his breath.
Aaron just giggled in response to what Michael said.
Mitrodora began making her way and the others followed her into a clearly abandoned cottage. She began to softly knock on the door and then opened it up.
"Meet my fairy friends, everyone!" Mitrodora exclaimed softly as she pushed open a door in the house into a backyard that had various mushrooms and hemp growing surrounded by various colorful flowers.
The others just stood there awkwardly with a blank face looking at the delusional girl who began talking to herself.
"Dahila! You got hurt? Let me heal you!" said Mitrodora in delusion about her supposed fairy friends and healing powers that she obviously didn't have. "There, there, you're all better now!"
They just stood in shock; they had no clue how to react to the girl's fantasies.
"What's wrong with you guys? Can't you at least say hi to them?" Mitrodora asked them softly.
"Hello, fairies," the four said unsure of what to think.
"It's gonna storm. We better hurry out so the fairies can prepare for their feast," Mitrodora whispered to them pointing at a blue mushroom.
The four looked at each other and shrugged as Mitrodora began to lead the way into the nearby forest.
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THE LUCID INTERACTIVE MIND PROJECT // LIMP
FanfictionT H E -LUCID- I N T E R A C T I V E -MIND- P R O J E C T // DOSE 1 Self indulgent, feed your hunger Never take the time to wonder What you're under, what you're on Inside your head your brain is gone It is the year 2064, and the apocalypse had taken...
