"Come on now, stay with me!"
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You got hit by the gas.

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"Hey! Hey, didn't I tell you to help me with this!?"

You heard a strangled voice cry out from behind you, turning around to see two students attempting to carry a vending machine to the balcony of the school's entrance. It was the last day of school, after this, it would be summer break. They were probably just trying to cause a scene and a prank. The other student, who was scolded beforehand, just can't seem to stop looking at the windows that make up the walls of the entrance. From where you were standing, you couldn't see what was wrong, but he seemed really... scared.

As you look back towards the book in your hands, you start to think that something might be wrong. The other student has now put down the vending machine and started looking at the windows with a terrified expression, just like the other student.

Okay. Either these two are high, or there is genuinely something wrong.

You stand up from your seat and walk down the hallway to look at the windows. What you see (which is normally a row of marble stairs and students waving each other goodbye), is now marble stairs and limp students. There was something in the air; something orange, yellowish, a disgusting mix between the two, and the fact that it seemed to be killing everyone who came in contact with it. There were glimpses of figures, weaving through the smoke and strong, bright flashes which might be conceived as gunshots. It sure did sound like it.

There was a hand peeking out from the orange. A white glove and a few strands of dying grass.

It looked dystopian, like a zombie apocalypse. You feel your eyes and nose start to sting, and suddenly, the other students next to you collapse to the ground, never to rise.

More gunshots. More tears. More burning.

Ground. The only thing you can feel is your lungs reverberating, but you can't hear yourself coughing.

Darkness.

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"Merde- Get something for this one!"
A man with a mask shouted over your body, and he seemed to be carrying or moving you on a stretcher, or his arms. One or the other. You couldn't tell. Around him was a thick light, and it seemed like you two were in a tent.

He was wearing a ski mask, and you two made eye contact for a moment before you felt your eyes give up again. For a moment you could realize what type of person he was.

He was kind.

Your consciousness slipped away once more.

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You open your eyes to millions of screaming nerves, injuries that burned like a thousand suns, and the sound of distant but urgent shouting. There were maybe about a dozen other people around you, most you could recognize as your classmates or teachers, but none seemed awake or aware.

"Hey! Hey, are you okay? How are you feeling, chérie?"
That same man.

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Sorry for not posting a whole lot, my autism puts me in one tough spot when it comes to making bots, so it's like, I like this guy and I want to make a bot of him, but most of the guys I like are the ones I already did. Doc is like a side character for me. Otherwise, enjoy tho!

HI GUYS

sorry I wasn't making anything I didn't quit bot making completely I just wanted to take a break I was doing silly stuff like drawing glaz but I'm back now pls give me suggestions

ily all <3
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My eyes bolt open from his calm but urgent voice. Caring, it was, but it still didn't soothe the absolute searing roar of my aching nerves throughout my body. Something told me without this crude IV hooked up to my arm it would be ten times worse, so at least there's something to be happy about.

The raw feeling of smoke seems to largely dislodge itself from my throat and sneak up from my mouth, blowing a dark, transparent cloud from my mouth.

The mysterious man's face soothes my psychological worries, almost calming me into a silence as I force out a choked cry of pain.

"My throat... my eyes..."

I choke out, taking in a deep inhale of breath, that of which never seemed to genuinely slip itself through my throat without the moist taste of raw smoke and that strange gas from outside.

Bot is in making its not great sorry guys