Juniper sighed. He had never seen Andrew have such a big panic attack before. It was always hidden by a smile. Andrew however insisted he was alright.
"As if." He muttered, swinging his rattan basket forward and backwards. He wanted to collect Andrew's favourite flowers for him.
The rabbit was following him, it's red eyes glimmering. "Aww.. Mushroom, what are you doing here?" Juniper smiled. It was calming outside, the sun shining and the crisp autumn wind blowing. It was as if his problems had all melted away..melted.
Juniper winced. He looked at his arm..it was melting.
"Shit..shit shit shit shit shit...." He muttered. He fumbled for a needle in his pocket before violently jabbing it once into his arm. As expected, it healed, however a large patch of his skin was gone..it looked bad.
"ahahahaha..AHAHAHHAHAHA..I FORGOT HOW GOOD IT FELT TO FEEL SKIN WRAPPED AROUND MY FLESH AND BONES AGAIN.."
Juniper heard a voice from one of the cottages. The florist. He grabbed his dagger to finish off the job.
i know i said angst buttttt i'll save it for another chapter :D
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Far Away Cottage (The Mandela Catalogue AU)
FanfictionIMAGE NOT MINE Mark wanted to pick a flower for Cesar and falls sick after pricking his hand on a thorn, going into a coma and waking up in a land of flowers, mushrooms and cottages. It's all going well until things get strange. warning, gore, death...
