eleven butterflies

[yanderefly]

[Private but very hackable]

These side effects are too much, though at least I won't have to get ill.

Though I really do feel dizzy...

And why would a vaccine smell like...it smells exactly like...

((Gosh, Dahlia, cyanide is not so fun on the receiving end, is it? She's passed out and dying on the kitchen floor, come say hello!))

Comments

[yamatopetals]

[normally Iris wouldn't dream of hacking anything, but things with Dahlia are always different. At the sound of Dahlia fading Iris is on her way, knocking firmly on the door]

[yanderefly]

[The door won't be opened, because Dahlia's gone into cardiac arrest]

[yamatopetals]

[she waits for a while, and fuck it, just goes for it and opens the door]

Dahlia? [she feels panic rising when she doesn't respond, and turning a corner to find Dahlia on the ground makes her dash to her sister] Dahlia! H-Hold on....

[yanderefly]

[sweating and shaking and barely conscious]

Nnngh...again...

[waitingforjava]

[[In his frantic attempt to find out if Mia's okay before the cyanide takes hold, Diego stumbles across a voice he'd hoped to never hear again, in a situation he'd only dreamed of. He laughs harshly, his own voice raspy.]]

Not so pleasant to be on the receiving end, is it, Dahlia?

[yanderefly]

[Her eyes widen when she hears the voice, but she thinks it's just a hallucination]

gotohellgotohellgotohell

[waitingforjava]

Been there and back, sweetheart. What can I say, can't keep a good man down. [[The laughs trigger a bout of wet coughing.]]

[yanderefly]

You're not real, so don't you dare talk that way to me.

guess who got lsd

[be_on_your]

PEANUT BUTTER! I know, I smell it too! Everywhere! Let's make a sandwich.

[yanderefly]

...At least you're dying, too.

[be_on_your]

Dude. Dude. You can't talk like that, no no noooooo. You're sending out bad vibes. Cheer up! I'll get the bread.

[yanderefly]

Just shut up and let me go in peace.