Come Whatever May [Pesto]

Pestilence's eyes widened in alarm as her heart fucking stopped. Actually, seriously stopped, and then resumed with the beat of the glow. "Oh shit, oh shit." She swore, stepping back from the creepy fungus as fast as she could and hoping whatever influence it had over her body would fade with distance. "Jupiter, time to say goodbye to your little mushroom friends unless you want them to decide your heart shouldn't beat anymore." She turned to Jupiter and glared over at his mushrooms, half considering taking them from him by force.

From the corner of her vision she could see that Alarr was also handling a mushroom and her chest squeezed with worry and fright -or was it still the fucking mushroom's influence? "Alarr, did you feel the same thing?" She questioned, eyeing her friend like he might drop dead any moment.