crusthatecean | ♋ PCG 18

[He isn't familiar enough to think twice before eating what just looks like another strange type of fungal food product. He doesn't feel the effects until later, when the feeling of intense terror and hallucinations overtake him. Even then, plagued by horrifying visions and the sensation of his vascular sac beating in his thorax so violently that he feels it might burst, he isn't aware this is not real or unusual.

In his visions, the walls are splattered with colorful gore. He's hunted by unstoppable predators he can't hope to flee or leave behind. He and everyone he knows is going to die. And worst of all? Preventing this was his responsibility, and he's failed. He's more than failed. All of this was his fault. The red lines cracking through the sky, destroying everything and everyone and ensuring their last safe haven will be gone is the same color as the red running through his veins. He is the cancer, and he will destroy everything he loves.

The sensation and knowledge is unsurprising. His worst fears come to life is something that by now, he is all too familiar with.]

[Action; 1338 Benny]

[Early in the afternoon, soon after the mushrooms have taken their effect, Karkat can be found in the family room of the house. He's still lucid, but he's pacing and clutching his garden sickle, and occasionally looking around at the walls and jumping at shadows. There's something clearly very wrong here; he looks either like he's about to bolt or like he's about to be sick, and he's muttering to himself.]

Oh god. Oh man. Fuck. Fuck. Oh man. Oh god.

[Phone]

[Karkat's voice over the phone is trembling badly; rather than his usual angry and loud tone, he sounds panicked and hollow.]

Okay. Fuck. Okay. I need everyone to fucking listen right the fuck now.

Those red lines earlier mean that Mayfield is going to be destroyed. We're going to need to find a way out, everyone, that's...that's something we can do. Shit. Okay.

If that's not enough, Gamzee, he's gone completely shitfucking off the fucking deep end again. He...fuck fuck fuck. If you see him around, stay away from him. Oh god. He's incredibly dangerous. I...shit, shit, I'm sorry, I promised I wouldn't let this happen, it's all my fault for not...I'm sorry...

You probably won't hear from me again, so don't wait for me to find a way out of here any way you can. I'm so sorry, you guys, I fucked up everything.

...Bye.

[He hangs up and won't answer any calls, but you may find him at or around 1338 Benny. He has definitely deteriorated from earlier, though, and it's evident from the way he'll react to anyone who approaches him that he may attack you with the sickle he's brandishing.]

((OOC: Sorry to post again so soon! I will still backtag the other post too. Feel free to action tag in response to the phone call or just in general, he'll mainly stay around his house but if you prefer he can be outside. Thanks!))

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*Good, things are... progressing. Perhaps not smoothly, but progressing as well as she could hope. She once more kneels gracefully next to the two of them.* I have relayed your missive to your lusus, Karkat, and I assure you he is perfectly fine.

All right.

[As soon as she says it, he can't remember if she said he was fine or if she said he was dead. But he's aware enough at this point to know which direction his mind is playing tricks on him.]

What now?

[He shrugs, glancing at Kanaya.]

Maybe you should try to sleep whatever this shit is off?

*She shakes her head.* I'm not sure that would be prudent; combined with our kind's propensity for unpleasantly vivid dreams it might be dangerous. I think it would be wise to remain awake and in as relaxing a situation as possible.

Are you hungry, Karkat? Could you eat something? Perhaps that might help.

I'm not hungry.

[He feels like he'll be sick if he eats, actually.]

[Well, no sleeping or eating has eliminated all of his ways to relax, so he will leave suggestions up to Kanaya and Karkat.]

What's your bad self all wanting to do then, bro? We'll make it happen.

*Inducing vomiting might not be a bad thing.* Do you think you might be able to sit through one of your films or would that be too much? *Once again, reaching out to gently rub his shoulders.* Perhaps it would allow you to focus on something else.

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That sounds okay.

They're up in my respiteblock with my husktop. I want the one with Will Smith.

[He'd go get it, but Karkat had told him to stay put.]

Haha, I like that movie. [Lies, he falls asleep halfway through every time.] You wanna go to your respiteblock to watch it, or have fashiontits bring it down?

Either one would be acceptable. If you'd like to view this film from the comfort of a mound of objects traditionally used for the discussion of emotions I can obtain materials for that as well.

No, my respite block is fine. I don't need some piles of shit to watch a movie in.

[He offers Karkat a hand up.]

Wanna get going, then?

*Kanaya moves to also support him in standing.* Very well. Then let us abscond posthaste.

[He gets up, taking their hands to do so. He can stand just fine, and will lead the way to the respite block, but he's alternately leaning on them as they walk.]

Yeah. There's just too much blood down here.

There ain't --

[He cuts himself off with unusual tact - or, more likely, he's just tired of rehashing this conversation - and just rubs his thumb over Karkat's hand reassuringly.]

Don't worry, your respiteblock's clean.

*Kanaya makes a little "mm" of assent to Gamzee's statement, supporting Karkat as they walk, until she pushes the door open to Karkat's bedroom, already scanning the room for good pile materials no matter what he said.*

[The blood on the walls is bothering him less in here, now that the effects have worn off enough that he's not convincing himself to imagine it in the first place. He'll go set up his husktop and put in Hitch, and then settle down on his bed to watch it. He leaves space for Gamzee and Kanaya; he doesn't ask them to stay and watch, but really hopes they will.]

[He immediately plops down on the bed next to Karkat, settling in close and promising himself that he will actually stay awake for the whole movie this time. (He will not.)]

*Kanaya, meanwhile, has obtained a warm-looking blanket with which she can start a-- oh, the bed. Yes, that makes sense. Forget the piles.

Still, she keeps the blanket as she carefully sits on the other side of Karkat, positioning herself slightly behind him so that he can lean on her if he so chooses. She wraps the blanket around one of her shoulders, and then reaches across Karkat to settle the other end on Gamzee.*

[Okay, good. He can't bring himself, even in this kind of state, to ask for this, but he sinks in between them, resting his head against Kanaya, feeling a little better as is, especially once his favorite movie starts. It's hard to be upset in the face of how ludicrously charming and handsome Will Smith is, after all.]

♋ PCG 18

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