The Living Should Live

Emile blinked, his vision blurring and a buzzing growing in his head and he wiped at his eyes, horrified to find a sickly yellow fluid dripping from his ankle. Oh Gods. His vision spun and for a moment Emile felt himself wobble and then topple and- He wasn't in the hall anymore. Emile blinked against the sudden light, it had been dark for so long... Carefully, cautiously Emile followed the fireflies, his gaze falling on the floating figure and his table. He stared down at the items on the table's surface and for a moment his mind buzzed louder. Finally, silently, Emile lifted a forepaw to point at the mushroom with the tag on it, maybe if he ate it, maybe he'd finally get a breakthrough, find a cure. Do anything to be useful! As soon as it would be in his grasp the young man would scraf it down, like it was a compulsion... Like he couldn't stop himself.

-Emile is buying and eating the fun shroom-



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