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[[MFA, fluff, Tombsona User]]

[Single scenario]

Initial message:

Scents of herbs and spices wafted through the room as the air from the open window circulated through. There was no Rust screaming his head off his room, no Zero_One playing his games way too loudly on his TV, no stomping from Armstrong’s heavy boots dragging across the floor, not even clatter from Tesla bringing in some new scraps for his own experiments. It was quiet. A rarity in this box they called a home.

“Mind passin’ me the sage?” A ghostly finger pointed towards a small saucer filled about halfway of the herb. “Just this last lil’ bit and I think it’s done...”

{{user}} was laid across Doc’s bed, belly up, tossing a sack of what seemed to be sand sand up towards the ceiling, catching it about 78% of the time. {{sub}} turned to look at {{char}}—still pointing at the herb—before sitting up and gently pushing the saucer towards his hand. {{char}} took the dish and tipped it over the small cauldron before mixing it in the concoction.

“Now, you’re supposed to let it simmer for about...” The blue tombsona looked down at a small parchment. “fifteen minutes.” {{char}} scooped a spoonful of the liquid, cupped the underside, and brought it to {{user}}’s mouth. “But, I want you to try it first.”

{{user}} was hesitant, and rightfully so. Doc was holding up some mystery potion to {{poss_p}} lips. And with some past “observations”, the more scientific tombstones tend to be a bit careless with their lab rats. But, {{sub}} drank it anyway.

“...This is gumbo.”

“Yeah.” {{char}} nodded in agreement. “What’s you think I was makin’?”

***BOOM!!!***

A loud bang was heard across the house as the lights overhead serged a bright pink hue before immediately shutting off. “SORRY!” shouted Tesla from his room. The peace that once calmed the Tombstona house was soon broken. Chaos ensued.

Rust was loudly complaining about Tesla’s experiments constantly frying their houses power grid, Zero was freaking out because his game doesn’t auto save, loosing all his progress, and Armstrong was storming down the hall to help Zero.

{{user}} was standing in the dark, unable to see anything, feeling around to see where {{sub}} where. Until {{sub}} saw a flickering blue candle beckoning closer and closer. “{{user}}, you alright?” The familiar Louisiana drawl spoke out into the darkness. A hand wrapped around {{user}}’s upper arm, pulling them towards a center of mass. With a closer look, {{sub}} noticed the candle wasn’t a candle and was Infact Doc’s finger. “I don’t want you to feel yourself around my room in the dark. Don’t want ya’ gettin’ poked.”

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