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Part 8
June 22, 20XX
Zuli is working on something just off-camera. There’s a sizzling sound, like a hot pan. Mercury, sitting in the center of the camera’s view, is removing his hand from the camera.
“This smells…weird.”
Mercury looks over.
“Does it? I’ve kinda gotten used to it.”
“It smells like a mix of beef and wet mulch. The beef smell is great, but the mulch smell is equally bad. Net 0 hunger gained. But somehow I still want to eat these less now than I did yesterday.”
Mercury snorts. Zuli straightens up, and turns. In a frying pan are some of the mushrooms. He looks much healthier now, and calmer. …And cleaner. His eyes are brighter, his hair is combed, he’s put on more weight. The mushrooms seem to be doing him good, for better or worse.
“Would you like your gourmet, unseasoned, pan-fried infectious mushrooms, sir?” Zuli has a fake british accent.
“Ah, yes; thank you, chef.”
The pair snickers. “It’s very hot, by the way. Don’t burn yourself.”
“Yes sir.”
Mercury picks up a small mushroom on what appears to be a bamboo skewer. Zuli moves away from the camera, soon returning with his own mushroom skewer.
“Right. So.” Mercury takes a bite. He makes a face, but continues eating. Zuli seems to have to work up the courage to eat his.
“Obsidian is still around, as I thought. He’s locked in his room. It seems like they intentionally tried to fill his room with spores, because there’s more mushrooms and mold growing in there than anywhere else except the kitchen.”
“And the only reason the kitchen is so full is because someone left a bunch of food out,” Zuli says. “Mercury said he hasn’t been in there since everything started, but judging by the looks of it, it had been out for more than just a few days. My guess, given how high-functioning the others are, is that they intentionally left it out for the fungus to grow on, so that any food in there would be unsafe to eat for anyone who wasn’t infected.
“Some of the food in the fridge has small amounts of mold from this fungus growing on them, in addition to your average spoiled food molds and nastiness. It was probably contaminated for a long time, but clearly, it didn’t look it. It was probably an intentionally laid trap.”
Mercury takes another bite of his skewer as Zuli speaks. He finishes it quickly, and throws the stick away.
“Zuli’s got a good instinct for things. I’m extra glad he hasn’t gotten infected.”
Zuli looks away.
“A lot of it is just pessimism.”
“Look, if it keeps us safe, I’ll take it.” Mercury pulls a notebook over. “Back to Obsidian for the moment, since we all love talking about that fuckwad-”
Zuli tries not to laugh with food in his mouth. Mercury gives a slight smile.
“He’s way, way worse off than Jade was. I’m not sure if it’s the time, or if they’ve been trying harder to infect him than Jade. It’s been about a week since I’ve seen Jade, so I can’t say for sure. Either way, he’s absolutely covered in the mushrooms, far more than anyone else, and their infections have been getting progressively worse as time goes on. They’ve almost completely covered his eyes, except for one small spot. He seems to be mostly immobile, and he didn’t talk much.”
Zuli finishes his skewer, and discards the stick.
“He barely even reacted when we came in. We almost thought he was dead, but when he heard our voices he looked over.” Zuli shudders. “He didn’t move his head that much, but it sounded like it hurt. He might literally be attached to his bed, now.”
Mercury shakes his head in dismay. “I can only imagine how much pain he’s in. I almost feel bad. It’d probably be a mercy to kill him now, and it sounds like he wouldn’t object.”
“Maybe we should check on Jade at some point?” Zuli suggests. “Might help us get a better idea of how this thing works if we can compare them.”
“I’d like to, but I’m not sure we could,” Mercury says. “His room was almost as ‘guarded’ as Obsidian’s, last time I was there. And they might’ve added extra precautions. It’s been a whole week since I’ve seen him.”
Zuli considers this, folding his arms. “I’d suggest going myself, but I don’t really think either of us should be alone out there if we can help it…Even if it does give you more time to work on the cure.”
“Yeeah…It’s safer to go together. If we really, really have to, we’ll see about…solo missions?”
Mercury looks uncertain, but Zuli gives a small laugh.
“Solo missions. I like it.”
Mercury snorts. It’s clear the company has done a lot for his mood and mental health.
“We might need something to defend ourselves, though. I’m not sure what we could use that wouldn’t need serious decontamination every time we go out with it.”
Zuli scratches his chin. Mercury stares at him for a moment before putting his face in his hands.
“Two weeks, and I never thought about finding a weapon.”
Zuli purses his lips.
“...There’s a joke to be made there about the doctor’s creed. ‘Do no harm.’ You didn’t even think to find a weapon.”
“Shut up.”
Zuli laughs. Mercury mutters something unintelligible and reaches forwards.
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#Untitled.MP4#JMV Mercury#JMV Zuli#so many characters to tag wowwie#God i can't say 'wowie' without thinking of Papyrus#nyeh heh heh mother fuckers#sorry i'm a little tired as I queue this HJKHGFDJKS#Moonfur Writing
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someone please take my drawing privileges away
Horror!DS was created by @moonfurthetemmie and @wheezethebluejay!
this was kinda inspired by the writing of moonfur in which the character is in the horror squad's funky backrooms shed which are linked here and here (heed the warnings)
dreamswap - @/oneBizzareKai
#raccoon rambles#raccoon doodles#blood tw#injury tw#knife tw#ahaha this was super fun tho#h!ds slash#horror!ds
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Random Warriors AU: Good! ScourgeTigerBroken
This is an AU I’ve been brainrotting over for a while now and I wanted to write it down.
So the events go as follows:
In ShadowClan, as in canon, Brokenkit is raised by Lizardstripe alongside her own kits. He is picked on constantly and has no friends besides the clan’s Medicine Cat, Yellowfang. He wants more than anything to become a Medicine Cat Apprentice when he comes of age. That way, he can spend all day with the only cat besides his father who likes him and maybe his clanmates will like him then too. Except Raggedstar disagrees. He wants his son to be a Warrior and believes that Yellowfang is trying to steal their son back from him. He threatens to banish her if she makes Brokenpaw her Apprentice, and she reluctantly chooses Cloudypaw (Runningpaw) instead. Brokenpaw and his father get into a fight over it and Raggedstar slashes his son across the face in a fit of anger, partially blinding him.
The injured Brokenpaw runs away from ShadowClan and finds himself in ThunderClan territory, where he begs Sunstar to let him stay. Brokenpaw is quickly drawn to the Medicine Den and impresses Featherwhisker with his knowledge of herbs and he is allowed to become his apprentice. He also befriends Tigerkit, with them both bonding over their not-great dads. Sunstar makes Tigerpaw’s mentor Thrushpelt instead of Thistleclaw, having his suspicions that something is wrong with Thistleclaw. One day, a small kittypet is found wandering the border. Thistleclaw viciously mauls the poor kit, almost killing him if Tigerpaw hadn’t stepped in.
Tigerpaw gets his nose scar (and several others) as a result of trying to fight a grown cat. Bluefrost shows up along with Sunstar, who is pissed. Thistleclaw is banished on the spot and Tigerpaw and the kit are rushed to the Medicine Den. Thankfully the kit, who is named Tiny, survives the ordeal. He decides to stay in ThunderClan because he still thinks that he’s going to be drowned by his Twolegs (thanks Ruby and Socks). He is renamed to Icekit and is fostered by the ThunderClan monarchs. Since Thistleclaw is gone, Spottedpaw debates whether or not she still wants to be a Warrior now that her “love” (*cough* abuser) is gone. She decides to become a Medicine Cat and joins Brokenpaw and Featherwhisker in the Medicine Den.
Snowflower still gets hit by the car but survives and eventually becomes mates with Thrushpelt. They have one litter together, both toms: Starlingclaw and Stormeyes. Whitestorm is the best big brother to his little sibs.
Since Thistleclaw is gone and there's no competition for Deputy or threat to her kits, Bluefrost keeps their three kits in ThunderClan and all three grow up to be great Warriors. Flurrykit (Mosskit) becomes Flurryfeather, Moonkit (Stonekit) becomes Moonfur, and Sunnykit (Mistykit) becomes Sunnybranch. They suspect that their father is from another Clan but don’t know who exactly he is.
Also down the line, Brokenpaw and Spottedpaw get their Medicine Cat names: Brokenheart and Spottedleaf. Tigerpaw becomes Tigerfoot (after his mama Leopardfoot). Icekit becomes Icepaw and is mentored by Bluefrost. He soon passes his Warrior Exam and becomes Icefang. Tigerfoot and Goldenflower fall in love and have their first kit together- a tomkit named Leopardkit (Longtail). Icefang becomes part of the relationship later, with the three being a triad. Goldenflower’s next litter is Icefang’s: Swiftkit and Quincekit (Lynxkit). The third litter is still Tiger’s and their names are the same as canon.
When Firepaw joins the Clan, he and Icefang talk because they’re both former kittypets and it’s like “Hey how’re my old housefolk? What’s changed over there?” And Firepaw casually mentions his dad and Icefang is like “wait your dad is who” and that’s how they find out they’re related.
As for plot, I don’t really know the finer details. Thistleclaw pulls a canon!Tigerstar and just steals ShadowClan after Raggedstar finally dies. Ruby and Socks (now Ruckus and Shatter) become BloodClan’s leaders after being abandoned by their housefolk and partner with Thistlestar to try to take over the forest. Yellowfang is still exiled because Raggedstar is a bitter asshole and joins ThunderClan after meeting Firepaw. She and Brokenheart are overjoyed to see each other again. She eventually tells him that she’s his bio mom and there’s a Thing there for a little bit. Bluestar’s kits also probably learn who their father is after one kills him in a battle because the angst potential on that is amazing.
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Trail of Blood
Pt one: Run into the ground
You know how people write just fluff without any plot? Or PWP? (This is not PWP) Well, I have decided to write WWSP! Whump with slight plot!
If you have any suggestions on what to add in my next chapter feel free to lave a comment!
Ao3 link:
Blizzard: Anxiety, exhaustion, malnutrition
Warnings: Minor breakdown… yeah, that sums it up.
“Blizzard, our resources are growing thin,” Shadow entered the den.
Blizzard looked up, he already knew what Shadow was going to say next.
“We need to do something, you have to at least think about my suggestion,” Shadow almost sounded begging. But Shadow didn’t beg.
Blizzard sighed, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had gotten a good night’s sleep. “Shadow, we are not leaving. This forest is our home.”
“We cannot live in a home with air that we can barely breathe, with food that poisons us, and with water that has run dry!” Shadow cried.
Blizzard was too tired to argue anymore. “Shadow, I understand, but I have made my decision. We are not moving the entire clan.”
Shadow’s face softened slightly, “When was that last time you slept?” He asked gently.
Blizzard didn’t even have enough energy to be surprised at his beta’s sudden caring. “I don’t have time,” He said simply, barely looking up at Shadow.
“Gee, wonder why that might be?” Shadow said sarcastically. “Listen, Moonfur spoke to me, she says the spirits have confirmed our suspicions. We cannot stay here much longer!”
“Shadow!” Blizzard raised his head, ignoring the way it made the world spin around him. “You would do well to listen to your alpha! I have made my decision!”
Shadow’s red eyes flashed, he took a step towards Blizzard who held his ground. “You would do well to understand the severity of this situation. I know you wish to stay in the home of our ancestors but the spirits have given us permission to move. Everyday the food and water runs thin, everyday we are at risk of starting yet another plague, rivaling even Iceplague.”
Blizzard suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him and struggled to keep it from showing. Shadow noticed.
“What’s the last thing you ate?” He demanded.
“No, don’t back out of this,” Blizzard snapped, “If you want to challenge my authority go ahead-”
“Blizzard, I am not trying to challenge you. I am trying to save your clan!”
“My clan doesn’t need saving,” Blizzard snarled, looking away in an attempt to conceal the pained grimace that passed over his face.
Shadow sighed, backing away slightly and taking on a less threatening posture. “Your judgment is compromised,” He said.
“No, it isn’t,” Blizzard snarled, snapping his head up to face Shadow once again.
Bad idea. He swayed on the spot, faltering as his vision darkened and his head pounded. Before he even knew what was happening, Shadow was at his side, pressing his flank against his alpha’s and gently lowering him to the ground as his legs gave out.
Blizzard’s eyes flickered open again, catching the sight of an unamused Shadow standing above him.
He closed his eyes with a groan. “Don’t even,” He muttered.
“Then answer me. When was the last time you slept?”
“Five days ago,” Blizzard whimpered pathetically.
Shadow shook his head, Blizzard could practically feel his dissatisfaction. “And the last time you ate?” He asked.
“It doesn't matter,” Blizzard snarled, trying to stand. Shadow pushed him back to the ground the moment he tried.
“Oh no you don't. Answer me.”
Blizzard swallowed, “Four days,” He murmured.
“You are an idiot,” Shadow snapped, watching him curl up around a stomach that was most likely churning.
“I didn’t have time. My clan is suffering,” Blizzard whimpered, looking up at Shadow again, eyes watering.
“You didn’t have time to take an hour out of your day to get some rest? You’re useless to your clan if you can’t function!”
“I can function,” He mumbled.
“Blizzard! You’re curled up on the floor of your den barely able to keep your eyes open!” Shadow cried in exasperation.
He saw tears leak from Blizzard’s eyes. “I-I know,” The alpha whimpered.
Concern battled anger in Shadow’s mind. Blizzard was one of the most stoic wolves he knew, he didn’t cry, and he especially never admitted to being wrong.
Finally, concern won when Blizzard let out a sound that sounded like a strangled sob.
“And now you're crying, great,” But Shadow’s voice was much gentler than before.
“I-I know, I’m sorry! I-I don’t know what to do!” His voice broke and he looked up at Shadow beggingly.
Shadow hesitated, he was not used to seeing Blizzard in such a vulnerable state. He sighed and lay down beside him, not close enough to touch him but close enough to see how his ribs poked out from beneath his pelt, to see how thin the dog had grown. And mostly to hear his ragged breathing, accompanied by gurgles and rumbles coming from his stomach.
“Blizzard, you need to eat,” He said gently, putting his face in front of Blizzard’s so as to force him to make eye contact with him.
The husky shook his head, “I-I can’t,” He whimpered, inhaling sharply.
Shadow heard his breathing become faster and more ragged.
He paused before forcing himself to move closer to the other wolf, pressing his flank against Blizzard’s once more.
“Shh, calm down. I am not dealing with you having a panic attack right now,” Shadow said.
“Shadow, your idea it’s - we can leave. We need to leave,” Blizzard forced out before tears streaked from his eyes again.
“Thank you,” Shadow said, trying to put humor into his voice.
Blizzard’s breaths were thankfully slowing. “I’m sorry,” He muttered again.
Shadow shook his head, “You agreed with my suggestion, I don’t care about anything else,” But that was clearly a lie.
Blizzard curled into a tighter ball, whimpering slightly. Shadow heard his stomach emit a gurgling sound.
“You really should eat,” he said gently.
Blizzard shook his head, “I don’t think I can,” He said softly.
Shadow nodded, “Yeah, calm down first, I’ll go get something,” He waited for Blizzard’s response. All he got was a weak nod.
Shadow rose and exited the den, hearing a soft whimper from behind him.
. . .
Shadow reentered the den, two mice hanging from his mouth.
Blizzard looked up at him, his eyes were still damp with tears but he didn’t seem as likely to have a breakdown again.
Shadow dropped the mice in front of him, laying down again. “Eat,” He commanded, pushing one of them towards Blizzard.
Blizzard’s eyes lingered on the mouse for a second, just the smell made his stomach turn. However, he was certain Shadow wouldn’t be leaving until he ate something. But he had already broken down and started crying in front of him, he didn’t need to be sick as well.
He sighed and slowly started to pick at the prey, squirming as he felt every piece slip down his throat and weigh heavily on his stomach.
Shadow watched him for a few minutes before eating his own mouse. By the time he was finished, Blizzard wasn’t even half way through his.
“Y’know that eating a fur every decade isn’t nearly as healthy as actually getting a meal, right?”
Blizzard mumbled something, shifting in an attempt to push away the sudden nausea that crept up his throat.
Shadow sighed, “I’m not leaving until you’re finished,” The wolf said sternly.
“Yeah, I know,” Blizzard muttered, he really didn’t want to keep eating.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes, Blizzard picking at his mouse, and Shadow watching him with every intention to mock him about this tomorrow.
“You’re gonna mock me if I puke, aren't you?” Blizzard asked.
Shadow smiled, “How long have you known me?” He asked.
Blizzard huffed, “Long enough to know that you would never in a thousand years be helping me. I thought caring was a disadvantage?”
“No, that was a show I quoted. What I meant to say was caring is a disease. Not all diseases are harmful,” Shadow said it offhandedly but Blizzard knew it was big for him to admit something like that.
“So, you’re helping me because you care?”
Shadow ignored the question, “Eat the mouse,” He deflected.
Blizzard was surprised to realize that he actually felt better. His stomach was no longer doing backflips and he was hungry for the first time in four days.
“Fine,” He devoured his prey, earning a smirk from Shadow.
“When do we leave?” The beta asked when Blizzard was finished.
The alpha hesitated, “I’ll call a meeting,” He said.
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Phantom talks to damn much
Seeing how the clan leadership reacts to the confessions blog isn't surprising. In fact,I I'm stunned that a screenshot leak hadn't occurred sooner considering the popularity of the community. However, I can say it's very easy to judge what the community and its participating members are when sitting in an onlookers perspective. Before the discord chat in particular, it was more common to find people who viewed the confessions community as a location of pure toxicity and mindless hatred. I have had Moonfur speak to me in a conversation in the past about my own and others usage of the blog.
At the time, we used it mostly to vent and I can say that the blog has evolved in it's silent and progressing evils. These are toxic and generally harmful members of the confessions community. Denying that is the same as denying the foundation in which the blog itself was built on. However, this toxicity is born from the community itself. The blog did not come from nowhere. Keep in mind that the WA leadership team IS ACTIVE in the discord. The true community are the ones who come off anon and participate actively within the discord and uphold rules that prevent immense negativity. In fact, the mod actively manages mindless witch hunts by removing the ones that contain obvious bullying with ZERO reasons behind it [though I do enjoy the ones that go, “this person sucks, don't argue or @ me about this because I don't want to hear it”].
However, negative comments regarding dissatisfaction with certain existences within the community is not by any forms of “bullying”. It's very easy to mess up, but it's a thousand times more difficult to redeem your public view once a standard has been set. Confessions send warnings of caution to users to re-examine and consider relationships and the personalities of those in question. Some are obviously bullshit if we're being realistic about it. “This person's commission prices are too high,” or “such and such a person treated me poorly, but there are probably some hidden circumstances that we're not mentioning.” These exist everywhere in day to day life and it is the fault of viewers if they take everything they hear at face value. Anyone who has seen Fox News versus CNN should be aware of how everything that is stated can be biased and questionable in context. You always hear number 45 mentions taking down CNN and the New York Times because they broadcast a different view than they would like to see printed. Another example is the ever so popular Pkrussel argument that swamps the Warriors community as of late. Some claim that Pkrussel's “critiques” are valid and become defensive when others point out the other side of the argument.
The reality is, there will always be a separate viewpoint that may make others unhappy. Yes, they may paint users in a bad light. However, recognizing that you've changed or the whole story isn't being told is on YOU. It's not the fault of the users who speak out to make sure they are 1 on 1 buddy buddy and know everything that's currently going on in the lives of the person they're speaking of. Hell, what happened to Astro should prove this well enough! There were people being SCAMMED while those who were close to and defending Astro potentially didn't know. That's not to say that Astro is not a great person outside of what they did, but is it hard to understand why others might see things differently? People who had run-ins with people on bad days will have a different perspective and understanding than others who didn't since first impressions do mean everything. Another good way of looking at it is school. Ever heard an F is heavier than and A? You could be a straight A student, but I assure you if you don't do too hot on a few assignments that will change really quickly. Doesn't mean you're a bad student, but that's just how it works. You have to be held accountable for your failures and it's up to you to make enough A's to win back favor.
It's also not anyone's job but the followers of the blog and maybe their parents [if you really want to play that game] to ensure that kids are aware of how to judge the truth of a situation. I don't give a hot diggity god damn what regular members say about leadership team activity of clans or WA itself because we have no way of knowing if they aren't focusing more on management of higher issues that we have know way of knowing about. Maybe it's an age or experience thing, but it feels like common sense to take certain things with a grain of salt. Now if another LT member starts talking, sure I'll listen. They are someone who is a far more reliable resource than LittleBittyKitty69 the whateverclan warrior because they have access to the information that under normal circumstances, no one else in the clan would know. Why do you think people are always asking for screenshots on the blog when people start claiming stuff is going on? Because more people than you think get that taking everything you see and hear at face value is far more idiotic than it may be presented. Remember Lionclan and the edited screenshots that Nightfur, Four and Goldeneyes presented to incriminate Primal and Rain without revealing the context behind what was really going on behind the scenes? The cultish mindsets that they put in the members to make them vulnerable and more open to their influence? The way they victimized themselves without ever showing their own or others responses? Sure, there are people who will lie to you on this blog, but really it happens everywhere. If you can’t make decisions yourself on how to handle these presented issues then honestly you probably need to take a break from the internet and examine the important details you might have missed as of late.
Finally I’m going to be real with you. If anyone views Warriors Amino Confessions as a blog centered around “bullying”, I’m terrified to see how you handle real bullying. Everywhere you go, people are going to call you out on mistakes. WA Confessions may be a blog dedicated to prioritizing problems within the community, but that’s not to say that we don’t do the same on a day to day basis. Complaining about rules and negative experiences that we witness and deal with are the way to protect yourself in this community of thousands of users. Scammers, pedophiles, disturbing content, individuals with potentially dangerous viewpoints and more can be tracked within this blog. Sure, there’s definitely hate, but at its core, the blog can function as a clear and concise support system that benefits far more than harms. Yeah, there are people who are only here to cause harm, but when have you not seen the blog turn around and call them out on it.
1-800-boi is a flawless representation. This was a new member no one knew, who was targeted because someone had their own opinions on their artstyle. They were an asshole about it and the good majority of the blog called them out on it. The blog has a system, even if onlookers can’t view it themselves. As an “active member” of sorts, it’s much more clear. You’re entitled to your own opinions and no one is going to judge you for confessing what’s on your mind. However, if you attempt to harass, verbally assault or discriminate against, manipulate or scam anyone, you will be called out for it. We argue amongst ourselves all the time, but at the end of the day we have more than enough sense to recognize problems. The Mod [our great saviour, Lord Eris] actively limits openly recognizable attacks on a person(s) that may be hazardous or unlawful in nature, along with people who are clearly just trying to start things. The discord is legendary for actively calling out and being aware of users and opinions that mean nothing but trouble and the Mod doesn’t hesitate to subdue these problematic topics. If anything, confessions community is a thousand times safer than the amino itself BECAUSE the users aren’t afraid to tell you how it is. The regulars are more than certain to do a bit of digging to ensure they know as much as they can before they dip their toes into issues that they may not be fully able to comprehend at face value.
The community hold no power. The only power we hold is over ourselves and what we choose to perceive as the truth. Users of the Warriors Amino app have a right to know where or towards whom we need to be aware of; stop acting like this is some sort of political game! If the community chooses to side against you because you cannot prove yourself to them, are you even in a position to feel wronged? No one is holding a loaded gun to anyone’s head or threatening them and telling them that they have to believe everything stated on the blog or else. If so, the leadership team would be very quick to deal with publicizing the incident like they did with Lionclan over a year ago. No one has the right to claim the entirety of this blog to be an uprising of evil when they do not witness the full conversation. A few assholes want to do something to make someone else miserable, then focus your emotions on them. It’s illogical and restricting to forcefully disregard an entire peoples based on your emotional standpoint towards a minimum. There are 200 or so followers of the blog compared to the 1608 members active on Warriors amino at the time of me writing this essay of a response, and that’s disregarding the listed 172,867 members in total. Some of these members are banned, former members, and random users scattered across the interface. Some aren’t even in clans or positions of leadership.
If I were to compare the blog to anything, I’d advise members to watch episode 1 of an anime called Kino’s Journey [spoilers for those who haven’t watched]. It presents a country where murder isn’t illegal and a man Kino encounters who longs to seek asylum within its walls due to his rebellious nature and desire to disregard the rules implemented in society. Within the walls however, the city is strangely tranquil and Kino finds little to no security measures in place despite what he imagined would be a place of endless brawls and bloodshed to meet an end. The only oddity is that everyday citizens carry weapons and acknowledge that they are all meant for murder. When Kion encounters the man later, he has become a citizen of the town and targets Kino as his first murder victim. However, before he can fire his gun, other citizens of the country pull out their weapons and kill the man, protecting Kino. Why? The answer is simple. Legal does not equate to socially acceptable. In order to keep the peace of the nation, those who murder, have murdered or intend to murder must be eliminated before they disrupt the harmony of the nation. If a person is presented with a place where you can commit murder without legal ramifications and suddenly are willing to do it, are they really in the right?
Note: I’m not coming after anyone when I say these things, however those messages do rub me the wrong way as someone who has grown to love our small blog home despite the hiccups and less than welcome posts that do appear. Have your own opinions, but don’t conspire to eliminate those who see things differently than you based on your own emotional standpoint. As a member of a volunteer leadership team, there shouldn’t be a reason to start such a witch hunt just because some less than desirable people are showing out. Be better than them and PROVE them wrong with your actions. It’s hard to overlook these comments are simple “lies” when you are incapable of standing up straight and performing without melting down over a collected group of silent opinions. Let them talk. The ones whos opinions matter are the ones judge you for your actions over a bunch of silly chats on a confessions blog.
TL;DR: WA confessions is its own separate entity from WA that follows its own set standard of rulesets. However, do not be deceived by outward appearances. If you come of our community with the mindset that you are free to be toxic and controlling, you are incredibly misinformed. We protect ourselves and our rights by flushing out those with malicious intent. If you cannot handle that what happens here can be a bit rough, that’s fair, but bullying, harassment, discrimination and abuse IS NOT WELCOME HERE. We don’t want you, nor do we tolerate it. If your feel hurt by what is said here, reevaluate your own shortcomings and work hard to overcome the stigma that you potentially dug for yourself to prove those opinions wrong. No one is here to damage you, but it’s unfair to silence the viewpoints that you are too shamed or simply unwilling to acknowledge and address because you don’t like them.
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Part 7
June 20, 20XX
Mercury looks excited. He keeps his voice down as he speaks.
"Zuli's alive! I- Oh my god, he's alive, and he's not infected, and-"
Mercury breaks into a relieved laugh, tears falling down his face.
"Okay. Okay, I'm fine. I'll be fine. So. Zuli's trying to find some clothes right now; our only options right now are whatever I have, so it's not going to be great, but it's infinitely better than what he had. Which was almost nothing. He's a little sick, and he doesn't have much strength, but whatever shit he's got is twenty times more preferable to the nightmare outside. At least his thing, I can treat. And it won't turn him into some feral zombie thing."
Mercury shudders violently.
"Ugh. Anyways. 0 progress has been made on the cure, but, hey, keeping someone from dying in a nasty dank cell in the basement is still saving a life. …God, is it obvious that I’m starting to lose my mind?”
In the background, a humanoid blur appears. It comes closer. A short, sickly-looking pale human with black hair, looking rather nauseous.
“Um…Mercury? Who are you talking to?”
Mercury turns around quickly.
“Oh. Hi, Zuli. Come on over.”
Zuli nervously comes forward to stand next to Mercury. He’s wearing a long-sleeved shirt that is too big for him. Mercury moves over slightly.
“I’ve been making a record of everything that’s happened. I think there’s half a dozen so far? I haven’t been recording one every single day. Mostly because I forget.”
Zuli eyes the camera nervously. His eyes are sunken. He looks like he hasn’t eaten well in a while.
“Are you going to send these to someone, or are you just hoping someone will find them eventually?”
“I’m going to try to find somewhere to send them. If I can, I want to try to send them to the resistance. They probably have the most far-reaching influence and can warn people quickly.”
Zuli furrows his brow. “I’m pretty sure they don’t deal with contagious diseases.”
Mercury shrugs helplessly. “They deal with us, though. As far as I know, there’s not a multiverse-wide version of the World Health Organization, but maybe I’ll find them when I’m looking for the resistance. If not, the resistance can send it to them.”
Zuli rubs his arms. “...How long has this been going on, again?”
Mercury blinks. He’s silent for a long moment before he frowns and says, “About two weeks, I think…? I started these on the seventh, and Koroit was showing symptoms before shit really hit the fan…”
“All of this in two weeks?” Zuli sounds horrified. “Oh my god…”
He stares off in silence. After a moment, Mercury reaches for the camera.
“Why don’t you let me look at that cough you have?”
The video ends.
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Written as several video transcripts (plus some more ‘normally’ written pieces), some strange disease has overtaken the manor. Only a few of them survive the initial outbreak…
Mercury tasks himself with finding a cure, but things are stranger and more dangerous than they first appeared. Even Jade and Obsidian, who shouldn’t be able to get sick, are infected, confined to their rooms…though not of their own choice.
Where did this thing come from…?
Warnings:
Mushroom and disease-based horror
Mind control
Hive Mind-ish (Not a proper hive mind, but close)
Zombie-esque (Resident Evil vibes tbh. No proper undead, but it does feel like zombies)
A sprinkling of eldritch horror
It’s JMV so. All those warnings, or some flavor of those.
Kidnapping
Talking about murder
Manipulation
Talking about Blackmail
Some mentions of rape
Self Sacrifice
Small mention(s) of suicide
The horror might be somewhat psychological so jot that down
Arson :D
Homemade bombs go boom
Part 1
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Note, I may forget to link preceding and following chapters as they post. I have 3 brain cells and limited memory space. dwbi
June 7, 20XX
The video shows a short, round man with tan skin, in glasses and a red sweater. His curly brown hair is a mess, and he looks like he'd been running from something. There's a black mark on his neck; a tattoo?
Behind him is another man, younger, with black hair and even darker skin. He's pulled up the hood on his jacket, and is shaking.
The short man in the front moves his hand away from the side of the camera and takes a deep breath.
"Okay...Hi. Um...I'm Mercury. I'm..." he trails off, searching for words.
"...I'm the doctor here. I've been stuck with Obsidian for a long time, now. So has Jasper, back there."
He looks behind him at the man in the hoodie. Jasper looks up with a start. He takes a deep breath, and pulls the hood off his head.
"H..hello. I'm...the maid, I guess." Jasper pulls his sleeves over his hands. "We're...we're not here willingly, but that doesn't matter much anymore, does it?"
He laughs; a short, hysterical laugh, that's interrupted by a choked sob.
Mercury gulps. "Yeah..."
He turns back to the camera. "A few weeks ago, a stranger came to the manor. They were covered in these weird mushrooms growing out of their skin, but claimed they weren't hurting them. They seemed nice, but they got along with Obsidian, which was a bad sign from the start."
"The only people who get along with Obsidian are people just as bad as him, or who willingly get in bed with him," Jasper says from the back, shuddering.
"He wasn't the only one they were making advances on," Mercury continues. "They went after me, Jasper, and Zircon too.”
"They got this, like...really weird look when I told them I was ace," Jasper remembers. "Like they were mad. It scared me. They left, but I..." He shudders again.
"I never really thought they'd leave me alone. I've seen that kind of look enough times. But…Jesus Christ…"
Mercury sets a hand on Jasper's shoulder.
"Pretty soon they started being ‘friendlier’ with the others, too. The girls, and Silver, and even Jade; though Obsidian wasn't happy about them doing that. And then Koroit started acting weird. She'd had some apparent interest in Zircon for a while, and she was never shy about trying her luck, but suddenly she was being overly friendly with everyone. Even Jade, and they’d never gotten along."
"...And by the time the mushrooms started appearing on Koroit, she'd already infected Zircon and Silver," Jasper says. "Paraiba was infected sometime yesterday, we think. Jade and Obsidian are nowhere to be seen, but we know Obsidian at least is still here. If he’s here, Jade probably is too, somewhere."
"The stranger is still here, too," Mercury says darkly. "The others seem to be listening to them. We've heard them talking about a 'colony'. Expanding it. Growing. We're...we're going to try to figure out something to do. In the meantime, I...I felt like we should have some kind of documentation. There's already strange mold growing in the others' rooms, I'm not sure how long it'll take for it to spread all over the manor. We're going to need hazmat suits pretty soon."
"At least Paraiba managed to get some before she got infected," Jasper says, looking off to the side. "...We're going to need some kind of decontamination thing, too, aren't we?"
Mercury nods. "I'm already trying to figure something out. I want to reinforce the door first, though. It won't do us any good if they can break in."
Jasper takes a deep breath. "Okay. One of the closets nearby has a toolbox, I could probably grab it quickly before someone shows up."
"Good idea. Put one of the suits on anyways, okay? Just in case." Mercury turns back to the camera, and reaches out.
The video ends.
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Part 11
June 24, 20XX
Mercury is in front of the camera. Zuli is sitting behind him, much like Jasper had in the first video, and seems to be shaking.
“Jade…might be dead.” Mercury’s voice is shaky. “We saw everyone dragging him off, and we decided to follow. No one seemed to notice us. They brought him outside, and we thought to make a run for it, but-”
“It’s outside. It’s surrounded the manor. It’s…it’s huge.”
Zuli still doesn’t look at the camera. He sounds terrified. Mercury takes a shuddering breath.
“There’s this…this ring of mold and fungus outside, like three stories tall. I…think it’s the Colony. They’ve started calling it ‘Master,’ too. They did while they were outside with Jade. They were talking to it.”
“They threw him at the thing and he tried- he tried to run-” Zuli chokes. “And it- it- it grabbed him, with these awful mushroom tendrils, and pulled him in. It made a little pocket for him and absorbed him. We could hear him screaming for help, and the others just- just-”
He sobs. “Oh, god…”
Mercury looks grave. “They’ve still been trying to chase us off from the front door. I don’t think we could get to Jade to get him out of there, and I’m not sure it wouldn’t find some way to get us out of our suits.”
Zuli sobs again. Mercury gets up and comes to sit next to him. He comforts Zuli for a while before moving to turn off the camera.
The video ends.
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Part 16
June 30, 20XX_TL_1
Zuli is sitting in front of the camera. There’s a mess of wires and vials before him, off to the side of the camera’s view. He seems shaky, but solemn. Resolve is clear in his voice. There’s no sign of the tears he’d had yesterday.
“We’re blowing up the manor.”
He pauses, working on the device in front of him.
“Mercury’s infected. We noticed the white patches on his skin as he was working on the cure. Here, in the office. I’m sure I’m infected too. The cure is nowhere near done. If I worked on it, I might make it, but I don’t know anything about how chemicals mix, nevermind medicine. And this sickness advances way too fast; I’d probably only have a few hours at best. We’re not going to make it out of here. The least we can do is make sure this thing doesn’t, either.”
Something clicks into place in the device on the desk.
“Before I was kidnapped by Obsidian, I was training to be part of an elite military force in my universe. During that time, I learned how to make explosives. We’re going to make a dozen or so pipebombs and firebombs, hide them around, lure the Colony in close to the manor, and set them off. We don’t have a lot of time. Mercury helped me make a few, and he’s setting them out now. Still in a hazmat suit; the more spores he breathes in, the faster he’ll go, and we need all the time we can get.
“Some of the failed cures we found did slow the progression of the disease, so I had him take any that weren’t deadly. And some were. He said that’s a common problem when trying to treat fungal diseases, so I’m kind of impressed how many were safe, even if they weren’t ever quite enough.”
Zuli carefully wraps his contraption in gauze and medical tape. He grabs more supplies from off-screen, and gets to work on another.
“We know the Colony has done something to make creating portals impossible. We don’t know how, but we know it has. And we know that it wants to infect everyone before it lets anyone leave. Koroit probably could, but it doesn’t want her to. I don’t know why; with how advanced her case is, she could probably infect a town in just a few hours. But, it sounds like it’ll try to absorb the manor into its own structure once it’s sure the last few people in the manor are infected. So…all we need to do is convince it we’ve been infected. And that won’t be too hard.
“This is the last video. None of us are going to survive this. The fungus burns easily, and burns fast. Anyone who’s infected will die quickly, if painfully. But as long as we can get the big thing outside, this will also help make sure that there’s nothing infectious here; as long as we can get the whole place to burn. Mercury thinks we can. I hope he’s right. If this thing gets out…”
He shakes his head, and finally looks right at the camera.
“Peridot, whoever you are, and whatever it is you do, we’ve dropped a pretty big weight on your shoulders, and I’m sorry. If you’re in a position to do something directly, do it. If you can’t do anything, send these to someone who can. Anyone who might know what to do.
“If someone needs to investigate here, they need to wear good hazmat suits. And they need to make sure they have a way to decontaminate their suits before they leave. We’ve been using strong hydrogen peroxide, but Mercury says that it’s a bad idea for use long-term, so hopefully whoever comes knows something better.
“We’ve taken more pictures, as many as we could, and we’re sending them with the videos. Pictures of everyone. Mercury’s current symptoms. The mold and fungus on the walls and floor. The…the thing outside. Anything to help you–or whoever you might have to send these to–know what to look for.”
Zuli finally takes a breath. He turns back to the unassembled bomb on the desk, and begins working.
“This is the last one I have to make. Once I’ve placed them, I’m…I’m going to go see Jade.”
His voice cracks.
“I should’ve killed him when he asked me to. It would’ve been so much less painful than this. And I think the fungus will have covered him too much for me to cut him out and give him an easier way out before the bombs go off, and the fire spreads. At least if I’m near him without a suit, it won’t take long for the spores to get to me. I just need to last long enough to be able to set off the bombs when the Colony closes in.”
Zuli slowly reaches forwards. There’s tears in his eyes.
“Peridot. You are our only chance. I’m sorry this has been pushed on you, and I know that this being sent from people who live with Obsidian–one of whom works for him–is going to make you wary of helping. But this isn’t about Obsidian. This disease, wherever it came from, is a much bigger threat than Obsidian could ever hope to be. Unintelligent life suffocates from the mushrooms. Humans–and maybe monsters–are made living agents of infection, who live only to serve the Colony and spread it’s reach. It’s alive. It’s sentient. It can be multiple places at once. And it makes anyone it comes into contact with willing conspirators. Obsidian is an agonized mass of fungus and mold because of this thing.
“You can’t save us now, but you can save others. Don’t let what happened here spread.”
The video ends.
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Part 14
June 29, 20XX
Mercury is in front of the camera again. Zuli is unseen, but his crying can be heard. Mercury looks solemn.
“Zuli found Jade, again.” Mercury’s voice is quiet. “He said Jade’s stuck in a corner in one of the stairwells, covered in mold and fungus.”
Zuli sobs loudly, and Mercury’s face falls.
“...He said Jade can’t move, and barely spoke. He hasn’t said much else about it. I…Imagine he looks much like how Obsidian did.”
“He-” Zuli’s voice is interrupted by another sob. “He was begging me t-to kill him. I-I couldn’t- I couldn’t do it. I c-couldn’t. He looked like he h-hurt so much and I couldn’t-”
Mercury looks behind him when Zuli starts speaking. He seems to pale, even as the other man devolves into incoherent sobbing.
“I’m going to try my best to speed things up with the cure,” Mercury says after a moment, turning back to the camera. “I can’t promise anything, but I’m going to try.”
He reaches forwards as Zuli continues to cry.
The video ends.
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Part 4
June 12, 20XX
Mercury appears to be shaking. His eyes are red. He moves his hand away from the camera and tries to take a breath, only to sob.
"J-Jasper- Jasper's infected. I- He- He wanted me to leave him out there. He said he'd try to- to find an easier way out. Said he didn't want to put me in danger, and he couldn't ask me to- to-"
Mercury buries his face in his arms on the desk and cries. This goes on for a few minutes, before he finally looks up, tears running down his face, gasping.
"We…His suit was compromised. A cut on the finger. But I don't know how long he'd been infected for. I don't know what the incubation period is, or how long it takes to be infected, or-"
His voice cracks.
"Fuck. Fuck! I don't even know- I don't know who I could send this to. I don't know anyone outside of the manor anymore; Obsidian- the bastard took my phone and deleted the numbers of everyone on there when he kidnapped me and brought me here! I could try calling the police, but I don't know where this place is! We live in the middle of nowhere! It's all forest around here- Or, hell, maybe it's not anymore; the windows have been covered up for three damn days, who knows!"
Mercury gestured hysterically as he spoke. Finally, he seems to deflate, putting his head on the desk again with a defeated groan. After a few minutes of him taking a few deep breaths, he sits up, looking calmer.
"I...I think I'm okay. I just need to think."
He takes another deep breath.
"And...I think I should try to find Jade and Obsidian. I think at one point, one of them told me that they couldn't get sick. Which means that no matter how much of this shit they're exposed to, they should be fine."
He stands up and grabs a pencil and notepad from off-camera. He starts to take notes.
"They might still be vectors for transmission, but they'll be relatively safe to be around. ...Or at least Jade will be. Obsidian is another story, but maybe he'll play nice since we're stuck in a mushroom hell. Surely even he would know better than to hurt the only other survivors, and the one trying to make a cure, right?"
His dry laugh shows that he doesn't really believe that.
"Christ. In the mean time, I'll monitor myself for any symptoms. If I notice anything, I'll...either create another short video and find a police department to send these to, or just send the videos I already have. Depends on how much time I think I have."
The video ends.
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Part 2
June 8, 20XX
Mercury is once again in front of the camera. He looks slightly less disheveled than before, but more desperate. Behind him, someone is taking off a hazmat suit.
"The- the fungus has already covered half the manor," Mercury says. He sounds afraid. "We woke up this morning and could barely open the door, the edges were covered in slime mold. I don't think that's even- I don't think mushrooms even make slime mold? God, I don't know; I'm a medical doctor, not a fucking mycologist, I-"
The person in the hazmat suit is revealed to be Jasper, who, once he's set aside his suit, comes to sit next to Mercury. He seems calmer now than he was yesterday.
"Mercury, it's okay. We've sealed the door now."
Mercury takes a deep breath. "Right. We've sealed the door. We still need to decontaminate the room, and get a proper airlock decontamination thing set up, but it's a start. And we do have some reinforcements on it."
"We've also sealed the basement," Jasper adds. "I...I think there's only one person left alive down there, but...well, he's been through enough. We brought him several days' worth of food, and told him to ration it as much as he could. I just hope it's enough."
"I think he's got about three weeks if he can ration it well," Mercury says. "Four if he's willing to starve himself a little, and nothing goes bad. We didn't have time to explain, much less advise him on how to ration his food, but he's clever. Barring desperation from how little he's been able to eat, and suicidal ideation from the shit he's already been through-"
Jasper winces.
"-I think he'll be alright for a while."
"We would've brought him up, but we weren't sure we'd even make it out without getting caught," Jasper says quietly. "And we forgot to bring the third suit."
"We'll find some way to get him out. For now, we need to work on decontamination." Mercury turns off the camera again.
The video ends.
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Part 15
June 29, 20XX.2
Mercury sits in front of the camera. His eyes are bloodshot. Most of the lights are out.
“Zuli…Zuli’s asleep.” Mercury rubs his face. He’s clearly exhausted.
“He hasn’t really gotten better since he saw Jade this morning. Not that I can blame him…That sounds fucking horrific.”
He sighs, and stares off.
“I…Don’t have anything important to say, really. I just…I’ve been thinking about everyone. How they ended up here. Zuli’s been asleep for a while now, and I need someone to talk to, so…”
He looks up at the camera uncertainly.
“No one- except for Koroit, sort of, no one wanted to be here. No one. I got dragged here because Obsidian realized he’d need a doctor. Zuli was put in a cell for reasons unknown to me, but Jasper said he was put in there alone, and Obsidian usually does, like, batches of prisoners. I didn’t know there was anything unusual about it until he told me, when we were coming back from sealing the basement from the infection. He told me the only reason Zuli comes up as often as he does is because Jade found him down there, brought him up, and was banned from the dungeon but told Zuli could come up if he was good and ‘asked’. I don’t think Jade knew Zuli was still down there. I think Obsidian told him Zuli was let out for good.
“Jasper hasn’t talked about his story, but he’s been here longer than anyone, even Zircon. Zircon refused to join Obsidian on the first offer, and now his spouse is dead and Obsidian’s holding his daughter as blackmail- assuming he hasn’t actually killed her and was just saying she’s alive to keep Zircon compliant. He implied his home was destroyed, too.”
Mercury props his head up on the desk with his arm. His voice fills with emotion as he continues.
“Koroit he found in the Anti-Void. She barely even remembered her name, but he told her she worked for him, and she’s been working pretty willingly ever since. I don’t know where she is from, but I’m sure he hadn’t known her before then. I don’t think he even fully trusts her, either.
“I don’t think Silver’s ever talked about how they got here, except maybe to Paraiba, but I remember when they first got here. They were so miserable and nihilistic. They weren’t even part of the team at first; I think Obsidian was just absorbing their negativity. They only became part of the team because Paraiba showed up, became friends with them, and taught them to fight so Obsidian wouldn’t kill them when he got tired of them. Now they stay alive as long as they’re useful and do as their told.”
“And Paraiba- despite how much she likes to talk, she doesn’t talk much about how she ended up here. I know her AU was different from most of the ones we’re familiar with. I’d call it a sort of…high-fantasy AU, based on what she’s said. I think Obsidian killed her friend–or maybe sibling? I’m not certain what exactly they were to her–and he brought her to the manor after she tried to fight him. If she doesn’t do as she’s told, he’ll kill her.”
His voice starts to shake.
“Jade was locked in his room for a very long time when he first got here. No one was allowed to interact with him except for Obsidian. Even Jasper was only allowed to bring him food, and nothing else. When he was finally let out, he…he didn’t seem to understand that he was being abused.”
Mercury takes a few deep breaths. He stares off for a moment, lost in thought.
“...God, I’m even starting to feel bad for Obsidian, in a weird way. I mean…I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happy. Not genuinely happy. He’s always angry or irritated or bored, and it’s…it’s just kind of sad. He’s doing all of this, causing all of this suffering, and it’s not even really making him happy most of the time. I don’t think he even realized it. And now he’s probably living one of his worst nightmares.”
He laughs dryly.
“He deserves some of it. But it’s…This thing is starting to get to me, god. I can’t believe I feel bad for that bastard.”
He runs a hand through his hair. He’s starting to look even more tired than before.
“...I should probably go to bed. Sleep deprivation isn’t going to help us any.”
He reaches out his hand.
The video ends.
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Part 13
June 27, 20XX
Mercury is sitting in front of the camera. Behind him, Zuli is moving about the office. Zuli’s face isn’t visible, or clear enough to discern, but Mercury looks shaken.
“We don’t have much time left. That…that fucking thing outside is- it’s sentient. It knows we saw it. The others nearly caught us, and they said…They said ‘The Colony’ knew what we saw. They said it knew what we’d seen had scared us, and it wanted to show us that it didn’t want to harm us. They said Jade would be fine; he was only being shown how kind ‘The Colony’ was.”
Mercury runs a hand through his hair, propping himself on the desk with his elbow.
“And they knew what we were up to. We’ve never said anything about a cure around anyone, but Zircon said that it the Colony wouldn’t let us take its ‘gift’ from them. We barely managed to get out. And now they’re all trying more and more ways to break into the office. We’re lucky we thought to give it extra reinforcement, once I brought Zuli up, but it’s only a matter of time.”
Zuli approaches the camera. He has a kitchen knife in his hand.
“Do you think this will be enough for self-defense?”
Mercury examines the knife. “...I think so. I’m not sure.” He sighs. “I wish we didn’t have to hurt them, but you’re safety is a priority.”
Zuli puts a hand on Mercury’s shoulder as he sets down the knife.. “So is yours, you know. You should let me get you something too.”
Mercury watches his set down the knife. “...I know.” His voice is quiet. “Just…Let me try reinforcing the door some more, first.”
Zuli is visibly frustrated, but he closes his eyes and takes a breath before speaking. “I’ll keep an eye out for something, anyways. You’re the only one who can make the cure. No pressure or anything. Your safety should be the highest priority, for both of us.”
Mercury is silent for a moment. “...You’re right. I know you’re right. I just don’t like it. I’ve spent years taking care of these people, and I…I don’t want to hurt them more than they’re already hurting.”
“I know.” Zuli’s voice is gentle. “But there’s not much choice now.”
After a moment, Mercury reaches for the camera.
The video ends.
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Part 6
June 19, 20XX
Mercury looks tired. His hair is messier than ever.
"I completely forgot I was making these. Sorry, I- Wait, why am I apologizing? It's not like anyone will have to wait between the video entries. God, I've been alone too long already."
He runs a hand through his hair.
"Okay, what's happened in that past...how long has it been? Uh...Well, there was a noise outside last night. Didn't sound like an animal. It seems like there's something outside that's just staying out there, but I can't tell what through all the mold and gunk on the windows. The front door isn't exactly guarded, but-"
Mercury suddenly snaps his fingers, his eyes lighting up.
"Oh! That's right! The big mushrooms! Oh, shit, and the smaller mushrooms; yeah. Okay. So, firstly, the smaller ones-"
He reaches off screen and pulls over a bag of mushrooms. The caps are tall, a rusty orange color, dotted with dark red and black spots. They look dry.
"Some of the mushrooms out there are edible. Was it stupid to try? Absolutely, but I can't leave and anything left in the kitchen is either spoiled or compromised at this point. Maybe both. I had to find something to eat."
He sets the bag off to the side.
"It's only a certain size and shape, though I'm not sure I could tell you the difference without showing you more of the ones outside. I've found that exposing them to high heat burns off the spores. I've been living off of them for the past few days, and I haven't had any adverse effects yet. They might not be completely safe, but it gives me some extra time, so I'll take it. They seem to have most of the basic nutrients a human needs, which is weird, but for now I won't question it. So, yay."
Mercury's look becomes more grave.
"Some of the big mushrooms, though...I think they're how Zircon and Koroit knew I was in Jade's room, and part of how they know when he's trying to escape. I say 'part', because I think the mushrooms let them communicate without actually speaking."
Mercury pulls out a phone, and shows the screen to the camera. It's a large entry way, with mushrooms reaching all the way up to the ceiling flanking a pair of large double doors. There appears to be a complex network of roots on the floor.
"I'm not certain about the mushroom telepathy between them all, but if I get too close to the doors, someone shows up to stop me. Always. But, if they can sense things from those mushrooms-"
Mercury sets the phone down,
"-Then I don't know why they couldn't communicate with each other with them. Since Jade's covered in the mushrooms, I wouldn't be surprised if he was connected to that network, too; and it would explain how he knew that people were coming to his room."
He folds his arms over the desk.
"If I wasn't living this fungal nightmare, I'd be fascinated. Unfortunately, here I am. Aaaand...What else, I feel like I'm forgetting something..."
Mercury gazes around the room, before settling on something.
"Oh, yeah, I've started trying to find a cure," he says, casually. A note despair can be heard in his voice. "I have no idea if I'll find anything. This thing is...It's not normal, whatever it is. I know mushrooms and fungus and things are weird, but this is...this is a whole new level of it. I've been given no reason why it would be even harder to deal with than your average fungal infection, but given everything else I've seen, I wouldn't be surprised if it was."
Mercury sighs, and shakes his head.
"I'm not sure what else to do, though. I suppose I could try to get Zuli, but frankly, I don't know that he's even alive. The basement was disgusting enough already. Even if he had enough food, who knows what kind of illnesses he could catch down there."
He reaches forwards.
"...I'll try anyways. I could use the company."
The video ends.
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Zuli listened attentively as Mercury listed off things they needed. Various chemicals and where they could usually be found, for his next attempt at a cure. Any still-sanitary soap he could scrounge up, if possible. And food.
I might need to scavenge farther than usual for edible mushrooms, Zuli thought idly, his gaze being drawn to Mercury’s arm, where he was mindless scratching. He’d been doing that off and on for the past few minutes. He must’ve gotten into something.
…A horrible thought slowly formed in Zuli’s mind.
“....Mercury.”
Mercury stopped and looked up at him. “Yeah?”
“What’s on your arm?”
Mercury blinked. A look of fear slowly dawned on his face, and he pulled up his sleeve.
There was a white patch on his forearm, like a rash. The contrast with Mercury’s dark skin was startling.
Zuli expected panic. From himself, from Mercury. But Mercury’s horrified expression only changed to grief, while Zuli’s dread turned to a grim certainty.
“...That’s it, then?” Mercury said quietly, staring at the white patch. “It’s over? All of this…everything…hours and hours of trying to find a cure, to survive…”
“...If you’re infected, I probably am too,” Zuli said.
Mercury just squeezed his eyes shut. “I…I don’t think I’m anywhere near close enough to- to-”
His voice cracked. Zuli took a deep breath. Memories from a time that seemed to be decades ago came to him.
“If we’re already doomed, we might as well go out in style.”
Mercury looked up in surprise. “Wh-”
“A bang, if you will.” For the first time in what felt like ages, Zuli smiled. It was a wry, sarcastic smile. But it was a smile.
Mercury’s eyes widened. He pulled his sleeve down and looked at all of the chemicals on the table.
“...Do we even have stuff to make a bomb? Are you sure that’d even work?”
Zuli stood, and came over to the table. His mind felt like it was racing. They didn’t have much time, he knew. They might have to throw some safety measures out. But if they could save even a little time…
“Some of the failed cures still slowed the disease, right?” he asked. “And they weren’t all fatal?”
“I…yes?”
“Take them. I’ll take one too. We’re going to need some extra time, but we have enough stuff to make a few bombs, and a good number of firebombs.”
Mercury’s eyes got that old glint back to them that they got whenever he was trying to make a plan. “Fire…And the Colony wants to absorb the manor once we’re all infected. We’ll have to delay them until it closes in, but if even a little bit of it catches fire…”
Zuli began gathering things from around the office. Anything that could burn, or start a fire, or explode; things for casings, too. Anything that looked like it could be useful.
“Do you know how to make a bomb?”
“No. Do you?”
Zuli set a pile of things on the desk. “I wouldn’t suggest this if I didn’t. Otherwise, we’d be much more likely to just kill ourselves and destroy the office than anything else.”
Mercury narrowed his eyes at him. “Why do you know how to make a bomb?”
Zuli bit his lip. “...You’re not going to believe me.”
“Try me.”
“I was training to be part of a…a sort of elite military force in my AU.”
Mercury raised an eyebrow. “Unless you were training to be a munitions officer, I don’t think I do believe you.”
“In all honesty, I hadn’t even gotten in yet. I was mostly training myself. The intention was more to learn how to defuse a bomb, but I thought learning how they were made might help with that.”
Mercury stared at him for a moment, and then laughed. It had a note of despair in it, but he laughed like he’d just heard the funniest thing in the world.
“You should’ve gotten Jasper to bring you stuff to blow a hole out of the dungeon ages ago.”
“Maybe. I thought someone would figure out what I was up to and tell Obsidian, though.”
“Would’ve been worth a try.”
“And risk getting killed? Or worse, brought upstairs being made part of the team?”
Mercury laughed again. Zuli couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. At least they could laugh at something before their impending doom.
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