an adventure story with basic undertale elements about different types of characters that go on a quest to go to a portal to 'paradise' while having to fight off 2 villains.
After the Moonblocks were collected and placed in its required area, the gang headed off to Judgemental Hall. They needed Irashrooms after all -- About 27. And they were diffucult to find, but since the group found 4 Syrinstones in under 8 hours, they can find 27 Irashrooms!
"Wow, can't believe we need such rare resources for a portal!" Mystic exclaimed.
"Remember the Stagra Potion, Mystic?" Rectangular whispered, giving Mystic a cold glare.=
"..d-don't remind me of that." Mystic winced, her gaze drifting off to the ground.
Rectangular rolled his eyes and trailed behind the leading entity, Imperil.
"Everyone can go search right now." Imperil acknowledged.
Toxic excitedly hopped up and skipped into the hall, searching for any Irashrooms.
The rest scattered off, quite tired as they haven't gotten any rest.
"My paws hurt." Mystic complained. "Can we camp here for the night?"
"Ask Rectangular. He leads this crap!" Imperil mewed.
Mystic nodded and went toward Rectangular.
"Yes?" Rectangular would inquire.
"Can we camp here? I'm sure everyone here or atleast some are tired." Mystic would ask.
Rectangulae shrugged. "Sure." He'd say. "Besides, there's alot of stuff here and there's plenty of space to keep everyone."
"Yeah, but where will we get the items?" Mystic replied.
Rectangular paused.
Just then, Toxic skipped up to Mystic and tapped her shoulder.
"Hold on, I know some elements in my body than can make me secrete silk.." Toxic said.
His eyes lit up and he stuck a finger down his throat.
"What are you doing?" Mystic questioned Toxic.
"Going to make some silk." Toxic replied.
"Hold up. You vomit silk?" Mystic questioned, seemingly appalled.
"Yeah." Toxic would say, peering at Mystic like she was insane.
"oooooooooooooooookay then."
Toxic continued to shove his finger down his throat until he gagged a bit, which caused Mystic and Rectangular to step back.
"Look, try not to vomit on us." Rectangular snarled.
"What color do you want?" Toxic inquired, his fly-like wings fluttering.
"Whichever color is the easiest and quickest.." Mystic mumbled.
Toxic nodded and stuck more fingers down his throat, gagging a bit more violently.
"This child is weird. This whole story is weird." Rectangular would say.
Mystic slapped the living hell out of Rectangular and gave him a look that clearly said 'stfu'.
At last, Toxic finally vomited a silky green substance. It didn't reek, it smelled clean and it looked soft.
"We're gonna cover our tents with that?" Cyrache said, sliding over to Toxic.
"Yeah. Wait, have you been listening to this whole conversation?" Toxic said, turning to Cyrache.
"Maybe." She'd say, shrugging, despite the absence of a collarbone.
Toxic blinked.
Cyrache blinked.
Toxic blinked.
Cyrache blinked.
"Anyways, I'll go back to looking." Cyrache hummed.
"..yeah." Mystic muttered.
"It's enough for 3 of you guys." Toxic said, dragging his claw against the silk to cut it into 3, long pieces enough for a large tent.
"That's alot of silk." Mystic pointed.
"I know. Now, let me ask others what they want their tent colors to be." Toxic said, gleefully skipping away.
Mystic and Rectangular just stared at each other. That cat surely is interesting.
They, reluctantly, grabbed handfuls of large sticks -- somehow, large twigs and branches had found its way into the hall, despite the lack of nearby trees.
Setting up the tents, Rectangular and Mystic worked together to create 2 large tents -- the tents could hold about 2-4 people depending on your personal space bubble. There were 10 people in the group, and dividing 10 by 2 would be 5. We'd need 5 tents to let everyone have a shelter.
Cyrache let herself enter one of the tents and rolled around in the soft, delicate silk.
"Ooh. This is soft and it smells like shampoo." Cyrache pointed. "And this is Toxic's vomit."
"Toxic can naturally disinfect his excrement. Hence the reason why his vomit smells like shampoo." Imperil casually hummed, walking past the three.
Cyrache had a very confused and surprised expression.
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Mystic was beaming with excitement and curiosity. "Woahhh!" She exclaimed. "That's so cool!"
"..yeahhh." Rectangular sarcastically said, gritting his teeth although he was a carnivore. "cooool."
Toxic bounced over to Mystic and Rectangular.
"Asi said she would make her own tent. Malaxe said he would be sharing a tent with someone. Blackberry stayed silent and chucked himself in a corner, not sure if he's dead or unconscious. The others wanted red, blue, pink and yellow." He said.
"What?" Mystic mewed confusedly.
"What?" Toxic mewed back.
"What happened to Blackberry again??" Mystic asked.
"Oh. He ran into a corner and either died or passed out. Not sure." Toxic would casually mew.
"I-"
"What? I do that all the time and it helps me sleep."
"Don't you have brain damage?"
"Nope."
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=I apologize for cutting this chapter short at a little over 800 words.=
