Sorry this took so long :/ it's such a short chapter too 😭
**THIS IS WHERE THE EMETOPHOBIA (FEAR OF VOMIT) WARNING COMES IN!!**
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Fundy barely got three steps off of his porch before he felt overwhelming nausea erupt from his gut, although he could barely prossess it before he felt his stomach unload it's contents all over him.
He couldn't help but feel disgusted with himself. Fundy wished he had control over it. "Ugch.", he thought. The shocking part though was that.. it hadn't stopped yet. It still hasn't. Oh XD, It just keeps on coming, and coming, and coming, and COMING, AND C O M I N G, A N D-
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Void mulch. (Dsmp Fundy Au)
FanfictionIt is worth noting that when I first wrote this story I was dumb and thought "mulch" was a synonym for goop or slime. It is not. Fundy has a weird feeling, and OH MY FVCKING XD WHAT JUST HAPPENED- So he's trying to figure out what caused it and how...
