✽Eleventh Post - Video✽

[flyingdreams]

[Mrs. Brisby had been turning that SFC on to make a post, again! Namely to apologize for some of the things she said, and maybe to sing everyone a lullaby. But what happens? That fairy explodes! And when you are a little mouse living in a little brick and your fairy isn't necessarily 'little' to scale down with you, that little firecracker pop is a little more traumatizing.

She's so caught off guard by the explosion, in fact, that she doesn't even shriek or scream - she simply gets exploded on. There's a few moments of wheels turning in her head, before she finally does scream in absolute terror (the guts look so much bigger on Mrs. Brisby!) and proceeds to faint.

The camera doesn't shut off, so a little while later, Mrs. Brisby comes to, grabs the SFC, and seems to crawl outside, shaking like a leaf.]

I-I'm going to be sick!

[If mice could turn green, Mrs. Brisby would be it from head to toe.]

Comments

[flyingdreams]

Ugh... I really think I am going to be ill...

[420]

[Oh no, looking extra worried now.]

You should be sitting your nook down and all get yourself some nice tea. That's what Wataru did do for peeps that were feelin' like they was illin'.

[Okay, technically that was cold, but still.]

[flyingdreams]

I'm... I'll be fine. I just... can't go back in my house any time soon.

[She takes off her cape, which caught the brunt of the guts.]

Oh, I do hope it doesn't stain!

[420]

You all wanna come chill at my hive for a while? It'd be cool. Ain't nobody what is gonna mind.

[He points at her little cape]

We could wash that too.

[Gamzee could just toss it in with a load of Equius' towels and turn everything pink clean it.]

[flyingdreams]

Thank you.

[She unties it, passing it to him. Yeck!]

[420]

[He takes her little cape, stuffing it in one pocket, before he extends his hand, palm flat, for her to scurry up his arm.]

Come on.