Narrative
This wasn't happening. This couldn't have been happening. The cafeteria food got poisoned all the time and no one ever died. Surge refused to believe this time would be any different.
But Goose seemed to believe it was. And everyone else did too. There had even been an official announcement.
Poison in the food. One day left to live. Antidotes in the clock tower.
Everything at this school had to be overly fucking dramatic, didn't it?
But Surge couldn't let it get to him. He didn't want to think about what would happen if this was real. What it would mean. He was glad that he didn't usually eat on campus. But Goose did. And that meant Goose could possibly...
No. He wasn't going to think about it. They were going to get married. This wasn't happening.
He had a call to make. Sure, the whole situation freaked the lieutenant out. He wanted nothing more than to laugh it off. To spend the entire day with Goose. But he needed to take action. He couldn't just sit there in denial. Even if this was another prank, he needed to do something.
And there was only one person he knew that knew poisons like the back of his own hand.
Picking up his phone, he dialed the number. He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach and his shaking fingers.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang.
Until finally someone picked up.
"Hey Koga, it's me..."
But Goose seemed to believe it was. And everyone else did too. There had even been an official announcement.
Poison in the food. One day left to live. Antidotes in the clock tower.
Everything at this school had to be overly fucking dramatic, didn't it?
But Surge couldn't let it get to him. He didn't want to think about what would happen if this was real. What it would mean. He was glad that he didn't usually eat on campus. But Goose did. And that meant Goose could possibly...
No. He wasn't going to think about it. They were going to get married. This wasn't happening.
He had a call to make. Sure, the whole situation freaked the lieutenant out. He wanted nothing more than to laugh it off. To spend the entire day with Goose. But he needed to take action. He couldn't just sit there in denial. Even if this was another prank, he needed to do something.
And there was only one person he knew that knew poisons like the back of his own hand.
Picking up his phone, he dialed the number. He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach and his shaking fingers.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang.
Until finally someone picked up.
"Hey Koga, it's me..."