>Return to the Wart Room
Fern's little chat with the frightening mold-thing continued for some time, the bored Narration picking up few snippets of interest from the other, safer side of the door. She bid the creature farewell for now, and begrudgingly prepared to pick up where she had really left off. One bite from "Allie" had been enough to shunt her consciousness into the wrong body and send Awful Hospital: Seriously the Worst Ever" (that's what you call...all this stuff, huh? That's weird) off its rails for a few of those "year" things you're obsessed with.
This time, Fern would be ready. Once again she faced the manifestation of her least favorite of all biomaladies.
VERRUCA PATCH:
Oh, hello again! It's been a while! Watch out, a little girl bit your face off.
Oh, hello again! It's been a while! Watch out, a little girl bit your face off.
FERN:
Um. Yes. I do remember that. Is she...?
Um. Yes. I do remember that. Is she...?
VERRUCA PATCH:
Still there? No, she toddled off somewhere, the poor dear. OH! But that's right! Yes!!! Another of your type of thing came out a few layers ago. Doctormon, or something like that? Nice fellow.
He said you can have whatever it was he said he left up there.
Still there? No, she toddled off somewhere, the poor dear. OH! But that's right! Yes!!! Another of your type of thing came out a few layers ago. Doctormon, or something like that? Nice fellow.
He said you can have whatever it was he said he left up there.
