[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

85: I Don't Know What I'm Supposed to Do

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Your tongue peaks out from the corner of your lips, your steady hand tilting millimeter by millimeter over the beaker on the table.

"Steady now, [Y/n]," Crewel advises, standing far away so as to not disturb you "Not a drop too much, not a drop too little."

"Yes, sir," You whisper.

Crewel was watching intensely with baited breath and anticipation. Actually, he's been waiting on the edge of his (metaphorical) seat for nearly a minute now because the liquid hasn't even fallen out of the glass vial in your hand.

Exams are coming up, and you have to partake in them as well. You weren't really complaining, though. The only issue was that one of the topics that was being covered was magic related. Specifically, summoning magic.

You, of course, cannot use magic. But you can't be excused from Crewel's exam (despite you and your teacher talking to Crowley about it, but Crowley wouldn't allow the exception), so you had to figure out something.

And that's where your favorite teacher came in clutch on this fine Sunday morning. Crewel told you there was a potion you can make and use to help you use something very similar to summoning magic.

You made sure to drop by the dorm for a moment to tell Tinkerbell and Grim of your plans before you head over to Crewel's classroom. You wished there were windows in this room, it was such a nice day out. But alas, the artificial lighting will have to do.

"Taking this potion will be of big help. It will take some practice, but basically, it will materialize your thoughts. Hopefully, this will help you understand the concept of what it's like to use summoning magic," Crewel explained to you, "This is not a potion we have on hand, however. So, if you make this potion yourself, I'll give you extra credit."

Uhhhh hell yeah you're taking the extra credit! The fuck?

But you really don't want to fuck this up. You have no idea what's going to happen if you fuck up the measurement-

Ding!! Ding!!

"WAH!!"

SOMEONE'S FUCKING PHONE (it was yours) RECEIVES A BUNCH OF MESSAGES AND THE NOTIFICATION SOUND WAS SO FUCKING LOUD AND SUDDEN! You flinch violently and practically spill the entire vial into the beaker, a puff of pink smoke explodes from the beaker and into your face.

"ACHOO!! ACHOO!!–"

You pinch your nose to stop yourself from sneezing; every time you sneeze, the pink smoke would get worse.

"[Y/n], are you okay?!"

"I-I'm fine, Mr. Crewel," You reply with a strained voice, "Just st-stay back!"

The pink smoke had grown comically large, you can barely see anything due to how thick the smoke was. You let go of your nose and start to wave your hands around, thinking that would help you any. This pink reminds you of Akaza's hair, you can't help but laugh.

"You should probably get out of here," You tell them, "I don't know if it's safe to inhale this crap."

A rough hand covers your mouth. "The same goes for you too, then."

You stop immediately.

Your heart drops to your feet and your eyes go wide. It felt like everything was in slow motion, your head hurts and your heart aches in a pain you haven't felt since... since...