The Friendliest Theater Tech

I know Cotton, I know. I promise you I'll call every one of my contacts and find a way to bring you home. No matter what it takes, I'll make sure you get back to the Outernet safe and sound.

As for the hospital, someone put poison in my cookies. Don't you worry though, Hazard and Chosen are sweeping the house for all traces of the poison and getting rid of it. That's why they haven't been able to call or text ya. They was busy dragging me to the hospital. I'm sure as soon as they are done, they'll both hit ya up.

…

What about Victor? And Dark?

Where are they?…

Last I heard, Fire cracker was chasing down someone who hurt Red pretty bad. As for Little Victory... That's who I was making the cookies for. Poor fella got shot. Don't ask for the details, they ain't important. Just know he's stable and healing, but cause of the bandages he won't be able to talk for a good while.

I know Cotton, I know. I promise you I'll call every one of my contacts and find a way to bring you home. No matter what it takes, I'll make sure you get back to the Outernet safe and sound.

As for the hospital, someone put poison in my cookies. Don't you worry though, Hazard and Chosen are sweeping the house for all traces of the poison and getting rid of it. That's why they haven't been able to call or text ya. They was busy dragging me to the hospital. I'm sure as soon as they are done, they'll both hit ya up.

(he smiles before letting out a small sigh and walking closer, sitting at the corner of the bed)

Oh Josie.. what did they do to you

(he looks sad as he sees Theater in this state, in a hospital alone, so he holds her hand)

And don't worry about it I'm... Sure Vic can handle on his own for now.. (hes clearly still a little pissed over Vic's actions)

She reaches over and pats the back of his hand a few times before holding it with a slight squeeze, "oh don't you worry none Screech, I'll get em good soon enough. Little Rat has been trying ta get me for damn near 20 years. Ain't got me yet and ain't never gon get me. Closest they got in about 10 years. I would appreciate you lookin after him though. I heard somethin about the cop bein back? I can't rightly go down there to check on ma own right now and an update from someone who knows would be down right lovely."

((He squeezes back gently))

Geez, imagine having such a big grudge..

Im glad you're ok Granny.. and don't worry I'm heading straight to the station when i get out your room

I just wanted to check on you first..

Which by the way, do you have the samples you needed me to take a look at ?

Granny nods and reaches into one of her pockets and pulls out two cookies, one with a clear bite mark taken out of it, "here you go sugar. And if ya wouldn't mind, can ya stop by ma house after to gran the rest? I left em on a cooling rack and I don't want nothin to get into em."

(he smiles before letting out a small sigh and walking closer, sitting at the corner of the bed)

Oh Josie.. what did they do to you

(he looks sad as he sees Theater in this state, in a hospital alone, so he holds her hand)

And don't worry about it I'm... Sure Vic can handle on his own for now.. (hes clearly still a little pissed over Vic's actions)

She reaches over and pats the back of his hand a few times before holding it with a slight squeeze, "oh don't you worry none Screech, I'll get em good soon enough. Little Rat has been trying ta get me for damn near 20 years. Ain't got me yet and ain't never gon get me. Closest they got in about 10 years. I would appreciate you lookin after him though. I heard somethin about the cop bein back? I can't rightly go down there to check on ma own right now and an update from someone who knows would be down right lovely."

Yes I do Screech. I actually brought a few of em with me. Somehow somethin got into the cookies I had been makin for Little Victory. Just one and a bite sent me here, Doctors said it was a good thing I didn't eat both.

I see.. hm.

There seems to be a situation with Vic, so i might not be able to stay with you too long ma'am, i will be taking the samples though. I'd like to see who decided it would be "nice" to hurt you..

Oh no, you ain't gotta worry none about who did it, I already know. I'll be takin care of that myself. I just need to know where he but the dam stuff so I can get some fresh.

Yes I do Screech. I actually brought a few of em with me. Somehow somethin got into the cookies I had been makin for Little Victory. Just one and a bite sent me here, Doctors said it was a good thing I didn't eat both.

Theater shakes her head, "he ain't do no such thing. I accidentally triggered his ptsd and he lashed out while triggered. There was no real threat on ma life, just a bruised hip. If ya wanna be helpful and get to arrest someone without everyone swarmin ya, how about you figure out who actually sent me to the hospital. My cookies were poisoned. Doctors said it was cyanide." She crosses her arms with a huff.

Granny hums softly as the timer for the cookies goes off, waltzing over with her oven mits to remove the. Chocolate with Caramel Chunks, it'll be perfect for Victim, she's positive he's going to love them. She sets the first tray on top of the stove to cool a bit as she picks up the next, sliding it into the oven with a slight flourish.

Once the new tray is in, she starts to carefully move the cookies from the tray they were cooked in to the cooling rack and puts new balls of dough onto the cooling tray. Granny glances at the cookies and well... There's going to be a few dozen of them, Little Victory wouldn't mind her taking just one~

Theater bites into the cookie and smiles widely as she eats it. With it this warm, the caramel is still gooy and soft, and the cookie is perfectly crunchy. It tastes nearly perfect. There's a strange bitter undertone that she can't quite place, her chewing slowing as she swallows and takes another bite. It's... It's hard to tell what it is. She stuffs the rest in her mouth, focusing on the unknown flavor. Almost an... Almond flavor?

As she bites into a second, she starts to feel a bit light headed. Why is her head getting fuzzy? Her chest spasms as she puts down the half eaten cookie and begins to cough into her hand, heart seeming to go at a million miles an hour as she gasps between coughs, "s-some-something wrong... I-" she doubles over coughing harder and starting to visibly shake as her head swims.

Creachures mouth starts watering as Baba takes the cookies out of the oven. He grins, pushing up his sleeves as he hops over to the oven to watch the next set of cookies bake.

He turns to ask if he can have one, right as he watches her bite into a second cookie. He puts his hands on his hips, about to tell her off for eating without him, when he notices her strange expression.

Time slows down as she suddenly gasps and falls to her knees. No. No, something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

He doesn't remember walking over to her. He is just by her side before he can blink, gripping her shoulders. "Baba, Baba, what's happening?"

Theater can't think, her mind is muttled and she swears her ribs are going to crack open from the force of her heartbeat. She coughs more and wheezes, "P-Pos-sum, get- get help" she starts to cough again. She needs. She needs to do something but she can't remember what.

Creachure's head is spinning. Why... Why now?!

He stands up and the world spins as well. Right. He needs to breathe. He needs to... He needs...

...A strangled sob is all that comes out his throat. Oh fuck, why now?!

He needs to stay calm.

She's been attacked on his watch far too much.

He needs to stay calm.

He can never save her in time.

He needs. to stay. calm.

Before xe can even think, xe is running. Xe thunders up the stairs, slamming doors open, barely choking out cries for help. His jaw clacks shut, though, as he stumbles through a door and runs face-to-face with @forbidden-main-character and @10thechosenone11.

[ Cho jumps at the stick's loud and stumbling entrance, shocked as lightning itself. Energy roils inside as Chosen tries to brace herself for trouble- ]

[ Wait. That's just Creachure. Everything is fine. ]

[ Actually, scratch that. An Anon that spoke in Cho's ear warned em about something going on, but was horrifically vague as though it didn't really know either. Everything is not fine. ]

"What's going on, Creach?"

His eyes are wide, staring at the Chosens as if willing them to read his mind. Unfortunately, though he was on friendly terms with them due to living together at Theater's house for over a week now, they were not close enough that they could understand his nonverbal signals.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he knew proper sign language. Gesturing wildly at the stairs, he stumbled over, tugging at Cho's sleeve. Instead of words, he could only make involuntary squeaking noises, each one feeling like needles clawing up his throat.

He pulled out his phone, dialing 911 and shoving it into their hand.

He did realize, of course, that this wasn't very helpful at the moment, considering they still didn't know what was happening, but whatever.

[ Downstairs, afraid, hurry, can't speak, call the cops. Or something. That's what Chosen gleans from Creachure's gestures and weak noises. It hardly takes a second for her to understand. ]

[ She deletes the number off the phone screen, tries to shove it back into Creachure's hands, and runs down the stairs. Her heart skips a few beat and her feet skip a few steps. He braces himself for a fight. Whatever Creachure would have wanted to call the cops for, be it robbers or muggers or whatever petty crime, the Chosen One is certain he can handle them by intimidation alone. ]

[ They run, head and hands and heart and legs pounding. They run past the giant geometric bee-- alright, cool, game smuggling history, no time to think about that now. They run through the dining room-- leap onto and over the chairs around the table. They run into the kitchen- ]

[ and stops dead in her tracks seeing Granny on the floor. ]

Granny continues to kneel where she has fallen, coughing as she clutches her chest. When they hear someone approach, they manage to lift their head enough to look at Chosen. Nothing leaves their mouth but a pained wheeze and a soft whimper from how much her head is spinning. Maybe if she lays down-

Granny tips to the side, squeezing her eye shut as she does so, the world spinning to violently to even consider opening it as she gags.

"Josie-!"

[ The sight makes Chosen sick with horror. A familiar dizziness claws at their head. They try to pull themself together and focus. There's no blood spilt. Granny must have been attacked with blunt force. Maybe a rib was broken and now puncturing her lung? Would explain the wheezing. ]

[ And then Chosen notices Granny fall even further, now on her side with her eye closed. She reminds Chosen too much of a corpse. ]

"Josie- shit wait don't close your eyes-!"

[ This is bad. Cho can't focus on trying to find who or what sorry bastard did this to Granny if she also has to keep a too-watchful eye on Granny herself! ]

[ Cho musters the deepest breath he can, and lets the shout rip through his lungs and throat and the entire house like flames: ]

"CREACH! CHO-TWO! DOWN HERE! STAT!"

(Chosen sprints down the stairs, freezing as they catch a glimpse of the scene. What the hell had happened?)

(They shake themselves out of their trance, hurrying over towards the commotion.)

“Holy SHIT! Is she…”

(Whatever they were going to say faded into a series of incoherent chatter. Chosen took a breath, shaking their hands as they tried to articulate themselves.)

Her head is swimming and it hurts to even consider opening her eye. But she can hear that there are people around her. She takes a shaky breath and whines, "p... poi... poi-" she is cut off by the cookies very violently coming back up and out. As well as the rest of her lunch. She weakly wheezes, "ssnnn..." she groans and wants to get away from the vomit but she can not move.

Stumbling down the stairs, Creachure followed them back to the kitchen. He felt like he was going to pass out. Why is he so useless—?!

He cleared his throat. He needs to say something, anything—!

Speaking feels like clawing out his vocal cords, but when he reached the Chosens, he managed to choke out, "She... p-poisoned? Cookies. Bad—!" They're wasting time, why didn't he say this earlier—!?

The last word was more of a screech, but he ignored that, shoving his phone into Cho's hands once more, this time pressing the call button before doing so. "HELP. GEH... GET HELP."

With that, xe crumples to the floor next to Theater. He's still conscious, but seems too overwhelmed to fully function anymore.

[ The cookies are poisoned? ]

[ The phone rings in Chosen's hand. ]

[ Chosen looks at the cookies, wondering if she could try and taste the poison without also making herself deathly ill. Maybe if she just licks it and then washes her mouth out... ]

[ It's worth a shot. ]

[ The phone rings in Chosen's hand. ]

[ They lick a cookie. There's a certain bitterness under the chocolate that leaves Chosen's tongue raw. It's a familiar taste, a poison that Chosen had definitely challenged themself with back when they didn't fear mortality. ]

[ The phone rings in Cho's hand. ]

[ The ringing makes it hard for Cho to think. She looks down at Granny and Creachure, collapsed and on the barfed-upon floor. Her stomach churns in a visceral mortal disgust. ]

"Cho-two, help them up."

[ The phone rings in her hand- and a responder finally picks up. ]

(Chosen nodded and turned towards the mess on the floor. He wanted to recoil at the sight, but still crouched down to try helping Granny up.)

“Gran, can you move? I’ll help you up if you think you can stand. Creachure…”

(They looked at xem, noticing xer current mood. They did their best to speak clearly. Better not to drive xer further into a breakdown.)

“…Creachure, deep breaths. Help me get Granny up.”

Creachure drew in a big, gasping breath at Chosen's words. They seemed... distant, like they were speaking to him from the other end of a long tunnel. His brain felt like it was pulsing, his limbs sluggish and heavy, like he was underwater.

His body was standing, helping Chosen lift Baba. His head was nodding at whatever was being said, his legs moving without his command.

His mind was nothing but loud static, his eyes unfocused. Mentally, he was gone.

Just another normal day as a 911 operator. Just one disaster after another delt with one after another. When his button lights up, the responder says, "911, what's your emergency?"

"My grandmother was poisoned."

[ The statement flies from Cho's throat without hesitation. She flinches at her own words. The thought of referring to anyone by such a familial term feels... weird. ]

[ Focus, Cho, Josie is dying! ]

"It got into the cookies she made. Bitter. She's throwing up. My, uh, brothers are trying to help her stand."

[ An interrogation like any other, the Chosen One can keep his tone unflinching. ]

The Operator sits up a bit straighter and says, "make sure she doesn't roll onto her back, do you know your address? I'm sending an ambulance to pick you up. If she can't stand, don't force her. If she fell, she could have easily injured something in one of her legs or hips. Do you know I'd she is on any medication or if she is allergic to anything?"

Granny hums softly as the timer for the cookies goes off, waltzing over with her oven mits to remove the. Chocolate with Caramel Chunks, it'll be perfect for Victim, she's positive he's going to love them. She sets the first tray on top of the stove to cool a bit as she picks up the next, sliding it into the oven with a slight flourish.

Once the new tray is in, she starts to carefully move the cookies from the tray they were cooked in to the cooling rack and puts new balls of dough onto the cooling tray. Granny glances at the cookies and well... There's going to be a few dozen of them, Little Victory wouldn't mind her taking just one~

Theater bites into the cookie and smiles widely as she eats it. With it this warm, the caramel is still gooy and soft, and the cookie is perfectly crunchy. It tastes nearly perfect. There's a strange bitter undertone that she can't quite place, her chewing slowing as she swallows and takes another bite. It's... It's hard to tell what it is. She stuffs the rest in her mouth, focusing on the unknown flavor. Almost an... Almond flavor?

As she bites into a second, she starts to feel a bit light headed. Why is her head getting fuzzy? Her chest spasms as she puts down the half eaten cookie and begins to cough into her hand, heart seeming to go at a million miles an hour as she gasps between coughs, "s-some-something wrong... I-" she doubles over coughing harder and starting to visibly shake as her head swims.

Creachures mouth starts watering as Baba takes the cookies out of the oven. He grins, pushing up his sleeves as he hops over to the oven to watch the next set of cookies bake.

He turns to ask if he can have one, right as he watches her bite into a second cookie. He puts his hands on his hips, about to tell her off for eating without him, when he notices her strange expression.

Time slows down as she suddenly gasps and falls to her knees. No. No, something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

He doesn't remember walking over to her. He is just by her side before he can blink, gripping her shoulders. "Baba, Baba, what's happening?"

Theater can't think, her mind is muttled and she swears her ribs are going to crack open from the force of her heartbeat. She coughs more and wheezes, "P-Pos-sum, get- get help" she starts to cough again. She needs. She needs to do something but she can't remember what.

Creachure's head is spinning. Why... Why now?!

He stands up and the world spins as well. Right. He needs to breathe. He needs to... He needs...

...A strangled sob is all that comes out his throat. Oh fuck, why now?!

He needs to stay calm.

She's been attacked on his watch far too much.

He needs to stay calm.

He can never save her in time.

He needs. to stay. calm.

Before xe can even think, xe is running. Xe thunders up the stairs, slamming doors open, barely choking out cries for help. His jaw clacks shut, though, as he stumbles through a door and runs face-to-face with @forbidden-main-character and @10thechosenone11.

[ Cho jumps at the stick's loud and stumbling entrance, shocked as lightning itself. Energy roils inside as Chosen tries to brace herself for trouble- ]

[ Wait. That's just Creachure. Everything is fine. ]

[ Actually, scratch that. An Anon that spoke in Cho's ear warned em about something going on, but was horrifically vague as though it didn't really know either. Everything is not fine. ]

"What's going on, Creach?"

His eyes are wide, staring at the Chosens as if willing them to read his mind. Unfortunately, though he was on friendly terms with them due to living together at Theater's house for over a week now, they were not close enough that they could understand his nonverbal signals.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he knew proper sign language. Gesturing wildly at the stairs, he stumbled over, tugging at Cho's sleeve. Instead of words, he could only make involuntary squeaking noises, each one feeling like needles clawing up his throat.

He pulled out his phone, dialing 911 and shoving it into their hand.

He did realize, of course, that this wasn't very helpful at the moment, considering they still didn't know what was happening, but whatever.

[ Downstairs, afraid, hurry, can't speak, call the cops. Or something. That's what Chosen gleans from Creachure's gestures and weak noises. It hardly takes a second for her to understand. ]

[ She deletes the number off the phone screen, tries to shove it back into Creachure's hands, and runs down the stairs. Her heart skips a few beat and her feet skip a few steps. He braces himself for a fight. Whatever Creachure would have wanted to call the cops for, be it robbers or muggers or whatever petty crime, the Chosen One is certain he can handle them by intimidation alone. ]

[ They run, head and hands and heart and legs pounding. They run past the giant geometric bee-- alright, cool, game smuggling history, no time to think about that now. They run through the dining room-- leap onto and over the chairs around the table. They run into the kitchen- ]

[ and stops dead in her tracks seeing Granny on the floor. ]

Granny continues to kneel where she has fallen, coughing as she clutches her chest. When they hear someone approach, they manage to lift their head enough to look at Chosen. Nothing leaves their mouth but a pained wheeze and a soft whimper from how much her head is spinning. Maybe if she lays down-

Granny tips to the side, squeezing her eye shut as she does so, the world spinning to violently to even consider opening it as she gags.

"Josie-!"

[ The sight makes Chosen sick with horror. A familiar dizziness claws at their head. They try to pull themself together and focus. There's no blood spilt. Granny must have been attacked with blunt force. Maybe a rib was broken and now puncturing her lung? Would explain the wheezing. ]

[ And then Chosen notices Granny fall even further, now on her side with her eye closed. She reminds Chosen too much of a corpse. ]

"Josie- shit wait don't close your eyes-!"

[ This is bad. Cho can't focus on trying to find who or what sorry bastard did this to Granny if she also has to keep a too-watchful eye on Granny herself! ]

[ Cho musters the deepest breath he can, and lets the shout rip through his lungs and throat and the entire house like flames: ]

"CREACH! CHO-TWO! DOWN HERE! STAT!"

(Chosen sprints down the stairs, freezing as they catch a glimpse of the scene. What the hell had happened?)

(They shake themselves out of their trance, hurrying over towards the commotion.)

“Holy SHIT! Is she…”

(Whatever they were going to say faded into a series of incoherent chatter. Chosen took a breath, shaking their hands as they tried to articulate themselves.)

Her head is swimming and it hurts to even consider opening her eye. But she can hear that there are people around her. She takes a shaky breath and whines, "p... poi... poi-" she is cut off by the cookies very violently coming back up and out. As well as the rest of her lunch. She weakly wheezes, "ssnnn..." she groans and wants to get away from the vomit but she can not move.

Stumbling down the stairs, Creachure followed them back to the kitchen. He felt like he was going to pass out. Why is he so useless—?!

He cleared his throat. He needs to say something, anything—!

Speaking feels like clawing out his vocal cords, but when he reached the Chosens, he managed to choke out, "She... p-poisoned? Cookies. Bad—!" They're wasting time, why didn't he say this earlier—!?

The last word was more of a screech, but he ignored that, shoving his phone into Cho's hands once more, this time pressing the call button before doing so. "HELP. GEH... GET HELP."

With that, xe crumples to the floor next to Theater. He's still conscious, but seems too overwhelmed to fully function anymore.

[ The cookies are poisoned? ]

[ The phone rings in Chosen's hand. ]

[ Chosen looks at the cookies, wondering if she could try and taste the poison without also making herself deathly ill. Maybe if she just licks it and then washes her mouth out... ]

[ It's worth a shot. ]

[ The phone rings in Chosen's hand. ]

[ They lick a cookie. There's a certain bitterness under the chocolate that leaves Chosen's tongue raw. It's a familiar taste, a poison that Chosen had definitely challenged themself with back when they didn't fear mortality. ]

[ The phone rings in Cho's hand. ]

[ The ringing makes it hard for Cho to think. She looks down at Granny and Creachure, collapsed and on the barfed-upon floor. Her stomach churns in a visceral mortal disgust. ]

"Cho-two, help them up."

[ The phone rings in her hand- and a responder finally picks up. ]

(Chosen nodded and turned towards the mess on the floor. He wanted to recoil at the sight, but still crouched down to try helping Granny up.)

“Gran, can you move? I’ll help you up if you think you can stand. Creachure…”

(They looked at xem, noticing xer current mood. They did their best to speak clearly. Better not to drive xer further into a breakdown.)

“…Creachure, deep breaths. Help me get Granny up.”

Creachure drew in a big, gasping breath at Chosen's words. They seemed... distant, like they were speaking to him from the other end of a long tunnel. His brain felt like it was pulsing, his limbs sluggish and heavy, like he was underwater.

His body was standing, helping Chosen lift Baba. His head was nodding at whatever was being said, his legs moving without his command.

His mind was nothing but loud static, his eyes unfocused. Mentally, he was gone.

Just another normal day as a 911 operator. Just one disaster after another delt with one after another. When his button lights up, the responder says, "911, what's your emergency?"

Granny hums softly as the timer for the cookies goes off, waltzing over with her oven mits to remove the. Chocolate with Caramel Chunks, it'll be perfect for Victim, she's positive he's going to love them. She sets the first tray on top of the stove to cool a bit as she picks up the next, sliding it into the oven with a slight flourish.

Once the new tray is in, she starts to carefully move the cookies from the tray they were cooked in to the cooling rack and puts new balls of dough onto the cooling tray. Granny glances at the cookies and well... There's going to be a few dozen of them, Little Victory wouldn't mind her taking just one~

Theater bites into the cookie and smiles widely as she eats it. With it this warm, the caramel is still gooy and soft, and the cookie is perfectly crunchy. It tastes nearly perfect. There's a strange bitter undertone that she can't quite place, her chewing slowing as she swallows and takes another bite. It's... It's hard to tell what it is. She stuffs the rest in her mouth, focusing on the unknown flavor. Almost an... Almond flavor?

As she bites into a second, she starts to feel a bit light headed. Why is her head getting fuzzy? Her chest spasms as she puts down the half eaten cookie and begins to cough into her hand, heart seeming to go at a million miles an hour as she gasps between coughs, "s-some-something wrong... I-" she doubles over coughing harder and starting to visibly shake as her head swims.

Creachures mouth starts watering as Baba takes the cookies out of the oven. He grins, pushing up his sleeves as he hops over to the oven to watch the next set of cookies bake.

He turns to ask if he can have one, right as he watches her bite into a second cookie. He puts his hands on his hips, about to tell her off for eating without him, when he notices her strange expression.

Time slows down as she suddenly gasps and falls to her knees. No. No, something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

He doesn't remember walking over to her. He is just by her side before he can blink, gripping her shoulders. "Baba, Baba, what's happening?"

Theater can't think, her mind is muttled and she swears her ribs are going to crack open from the force of her heartbeat. She coughs more and wheezes, "P-Pos-sum, get- get help" she starts to cough again. She needs. She needs to do something but she can't remember what.

Creachure's head is spinning. Why... Why now?!

He stands up and the world spins as well. Right. He needs to breathe. He needs to... He needs...

...A strangled sob is all that comes out his throat. Oh fuck, why now?!

He needs to stay calm.

She's been attacked on his watch far too much.

He needs to stay calm.

He can never save her in time.

He needs. to stay. calm.

Before xe can even think, xe is running. Xe thunders up the stairs, slamming doors open, barely choking out cries for help. His jaw clacks shut, though, as he stumbles through a door and runs face-to-face with @forbidden-main-character and @10thechosenone11.

[ Cho jumps at the stick's loud and stumbling entrance, shocked as lightning itself. Energy roils inside as Chosen tries to brace herself for trouble- ]

[ Wait. That's just Creachure. Everything is fine. ]

[ Actually, scratch that. An Anon that spoke in Cho's ear warned em about something going on, but was horrifically vague as though it didn't really know either. Everything is not fine. ]

"What's going on, Creach?"

His eyes are wide, staring at the Chosens as if willing them to read his mind. Unfortunately, though he was on friendly terms with them due to living together at Theater's house for over a week now, they were not close enough that they could understand his nonverbal signals.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he knew proper sign language. Gesturing wildly at the stairs, he stumbled over, tugging at Cho's sleeve. Instead of words, he could only make involuntary squeaking noises, each one feeling like needles clawing up his throat.

He pulled out his phone, dialing 911 and shoving it into their hand.

He did realize, of course, that this wasn't very helpful at the moment, considering they still didn't know what was happening, but whatever.

[ Downstairs, afraid, hurry, can't speak, call the cops. Or something. That's what Chosen gleans from Creachure's gestures and weak noises. It hardly takes a second for her to understand. ]

[ She deletes the number off the phone screen, tries to shove it back into Creachure's hands, and runs down the stairs. Her heart skips a few beat and her feet skip a few steps. He braces himself for a fight. Whatever Creachure would have wanted to call the cops for, be it robbers or muggers or whatever petty crime, the Chosen One is certain he can handle them by intimidation alone. ]

[ They run, head and hands and heart and legs pounding. They run past the giant geometric bee-- alright, cool, game smuggling history, no time to think about that now. They run through the dining room-- leap onto and over the chairs around the table. They run into the kitchen- ]

[ and stops dead in her tracks seeing Granny on the floor. ]

Granny continues to kneel where she has fallen, coughing as she clutches her chest. When they hear someone approach, they manage to lift their head enough to look at Chosen. Nothing leaves their mouth but a pained wheeze and a soft whimper from how much her head is spinning. Maybe if she lays down-

Granny tips to the side, squeezing her eye shut as she does so, the world spinning to violently to even consider opening it as she gags.

"Josie-!"

[ The sight makes Chosen sick with horror. A familiar dizziness claws at their head. They try to pull themself together and focus. There's no blood spilt. Granny must have been attacked with blunt force. Maybe a rib was broken and now puncturing her lung? Would explain the wheezing. ]

[ And then Chosen notices Granny fall even further, now on her side with her eye closed. She reminds Chosen too much of a corpse. ]

"Josie- shit wait don't close your eyes-!"

[ This is bad. Cho can't focus on trying to find who or what sorry bastard did this to Granny if she also has to keep a too-watchful eye on Granny herself! ]

[ Cho musters the deepest breath he can, and lets the shout rip through his lungs and throat and the entire house like flames: ]

"CREACH! CHO-TWO! DOWN HERE! STAT!"

(Chosen sprints down the stairs, freezing as they catch a glimpse of the scene. What the hell had happened?)

(They shake themselves out of their trance, hurrying over towards the commotion.)

“Holy SHIT! Is she…”

(Whatever they were going to say faded into a series of incoherent chatter. Chosen took a breath, shaking their hands as they tried to articulate themselves.)

Her head is swimming and it hurts to even consider opening her eye. But she can hear that there are people around her. She takes a shaky breath and whines, "p... poi... poi-" she is cut off by the cookies very violently coming back up and out. As well as the rest of her lunch. She weakly wheezes, "ssnnn..." she groans and wants to get away from the vomit but she can not move.