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my character shows yours a mysterious button a stranger gave them and told them not to press it under any circumstances. if your character couldn’t resist the temptation, send me ◉.
20. A poisonous smog releases from the box, and our characters are informed they’ve been infected with a fast-acting and lethal virus.
Michael had been wary of the button from the start. He had been extremely curious - but wary. Nothing good ever came from items gifted from strangers, especially ones that gave it to them with undertones and hints of danger and threats. He would have been perfectly fine chucking the damn thing out the window and smashing it to bits with his sword, but Ryan was of a different opinion and Michael stood off to the side, a glower on his face that expressed his immense displeasure and disagreement over what Ryan was about to do next.
There was a quiet click that sounded through the room as Ryan’s finger pressed the button, and for a few seconds, nothing happened. Michael had just been lowering his arms from their crossed position and opening his mouth to speak when the box suddenly opened up, emitting a low hisssss as dark purple and green gas quickly escaped. “Fuck!” Michael yelped, eyes wide as he reached forward, grabbing Ryan by the arm and pulling the other King back. What the fuck was this?! Letting out a cough, Michael squinted, raising his arm to cover his nose and mouth after the initial shock passed, and his heart thumped wildly in his chest at the realization that he’d already breathed in some of the noxious gas filling the room. It settled in the bedchamber almost like a living, breathing entity, heavy in nature and looking almost blotty and inky as it shifted and spread, sinking down towards the ground before being absorbed and disappearing into the stone.
”What the f-“
Attention. You have now been infected. Do not panic. The virus will take hold in a few hours. While deadly and lethal, it is quick. You will find respite soon. Do not look for a cure.
And with another click, the robotic voice came to a stop as the box shut itself again, the button being forced into the box like it had been pressed again, but not moving back out. It was silent for a second, a beat that passed by sluggishly in the wake of what had just happened, and Michael swallowed before turning to face Ryan with an unreadable expression. He fucking knew Ryan shouldn’t have pressed the fucking button! He fucking knew it!
"What the hell are we going to do now?" He asked instead, barely suppressed rage bubbling up in his chest and in the back of his voice, but when Michael stuttered and stumbled in his words to give way to a violent cough, he realized that it wasn’t rage he was feeling bubble up inside — it was the virus already taking hold.