My insides rose up to my throat, and all at once I was kneeled down, hurling up my stomach’s vast contains. When I opened my eyes, I was facing an impure, jet-black pool of sludge on the floor. It almost looked alive, the liquid wriggling and nearly pulsating on the ground. My breath caught with horror, and I clamped my hands over my mouth, standing up and stamping violently onto the puddle. I attacked it until my adrenaline gave out.
All that I gained out of it was a dirty foot.
FUTURE TW FOR EMETOPHOBIA (FEAR OF VOMIT) AND SELF HARM
“I’m… I-I can’t tell you that.”
When a chemical spill overtakes the enigma that is Test Tube’s mind, it becomes the root cause of her amnesia. As she drags Fan into the mess she’s in, her best friend spirals into the descent with her. There’s no escape, no matter who you think you are. Or who you're told you are.
Everyone in this is HUMANIZED!!! Just to clear up any future confusion... they have human traits and features. OKAY ENJOY KUDOS IF YOU MAY…
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