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Carlos we need a full pack of mentos and a two liter soda no time for questions only science! – max-searchhistory

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Heck yeah, absolutely! Going to the store!

Obviously. I’m not stupid. *he grabbed a pack of mentos and tossed it into one of those hand basket things*

*frowns* I know you’re not, Max.

Where do we go now? I’ve never been here.

Well, the soft drinks would probably be close to the freezer section toward the back. So we’re going there next.

Okay. *max headed that way, dragging the basket behind him*

Wait, Max, lemme hold the basket. *he reaches to pick it up from the ground*

No I got it. *he picked up the basket more, putting the handle on his shoulder.*

Okay… try not to let it drag. If you’re having trouble, let me know.

Alright. I got it though,

Okay. Hey, do you want something to drink too?

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*he shifts slightly, looking out the window* I-I’m cold…

Try to stay awake, Max. Talk to me, okay? I’ll get you to a doctor soon and they’ll take care of you.

*he pulls the coat around himself tighter, shaking softly* i don’t th-the doctors…

What is it, Max? What do you want me to tell them?

tell ‘em to be less.. weird and creepy…

Weird and creepy…? *starts the car and starts driving*

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whuy arem i sitll coughing up blood-

WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL

fcuk-

how’d you find me-

The blood trail. C’mon, Max. *takes off his labcoat and moves to wrap Max up in it.

oh- *he flinched slightly when Carlos moved closer* s-so i guess it’s back to the hospital huh..

You might be bleeding internally. *He paused* Max? You okay if I wrap you up? It might help with the shock…

i think i’m bleeding externally too- *he hesitately nods, wrapping his arms around his chest*

*Carlos moves to bundle him up. And then picks him up in his arms* How did this happen? I want you to tell me because…. I’ve heard things. But I want to know the truth.

*he glanced away nervously, unsure if he should actually tell Carlos not, and even if he did, how would he react? he just bit his tongue*

Max, I need to know what happened so I can tell the doctors. they need to know to help you better.

*he looked away, almost whispering* ..got stabbed…

*Carlos knew that much* With what kind of weapon? Was it a straight-edge knife, or serrated? Do you remember?

i just.. grabbed a knife from the kitchen…

*Carlos is silent for a moment* Was… it a steak knife? The small ones with teeth?

*he shakes his head slightly* i-it was a big one w-with a smooth blade…

*Ick. But it was arguably better* Okay. It should be a cleaner wound then… but I’ll let the doctor’s decide that. How… how many times?

*his voice goes quiet again* ..t-twice…

*sighs softly* O-okay. We’ll get you taken care of, Max, don’t worry…

*he nods slightly, still looking away guiltily*

*puts him in back seat of his car. Buckles him in carefully*

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whuy arem i sitll coughing up blood-

WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL

fcuk-

how’d you find me-

The blood trail. C’mon, Max. *takes off his labcoat and moves to wrap Max up in it.

oh- *he flinched slightly when Carlos moved closer* s-so i guess it’s back to the hospital huh..

You might be bleeding internally. *He paused* Max? You okay if I wrap you up? It might help with the shock…

i think i’m bleeding externally too- *he hesitately nods, wrapping his arms around his chest*

*Carlos moves to bundle him up. And then picks him up in his arms* How did this happen? I want you to tell me because…. I’ve heard things. But I want to know the truth.

*he glanced away nervously, unsure if he should actually tell Carlos not, and even if he did, how would he react? he just bit his tongue*

Max, I need to know what happened so I can tell the doctors. they need to know to help you better.

*he looked away, almost whispering* ..got stabbed…

*Carlos knew that much* With what kind of weapon? Was it a straight-edge knife, or serrated? Do you remember?

i just.. grabbed a knife from the kitchen…

*Carlos is silent for a moment* Was… it a steak knife? The small ones with teeth?

*he shakes his head slightly* i-it was a big one w-with a smooth blade…

*Ick. But it was arguably better* Okay. It should be a cleaner wound then… but I’ll let the doctor’s decide that. How… how many times?

*his voice goes quiet again* ..t-twice…

*sighs softly* O-okay. We’ll get you taken care of, Max, don’t worry…

Do you ever start crying because you remember that your mother never loved you?

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Get the fuck out of my house.

“It’s some weird cult bullshit. Something with some weird god named Zeemoog or Xemüg or… whatever.”

“Angela wrote about that once… her mom was really upset about it for some reason. You’re saying this other Max is in a cult?”

“Yeah. Alot of people are in that cult. I was in it for like… a month?”

Carlos stared at Maven, his suspicion on him once again like a boxing coach massaging his shoulders. “… What?”

“I used to be in a cult, okay?” Maven groaned in annoyance, “Can we drop the cult talk now?”

“I dunno. Is it a violent cult? Is this other ‘purified’ Max violent? I just want my Max safe, and I’m pretty sure you do too. Unless you’d rather not be candid with me…”

“Well, it has been pretty peaceful the past few months. There’s only like… two kind of crazy people. Daniel and Jen. But they’re trying to better themselves. But I don’t know about that other Purified Max. He might be violent, so, be careful around him.”

“’Might’ be. Yeah, okay. Do you know where I can find him? Or what I should look out for?”

“No clue, sorry…” He sighed, “But I have an idea.” Maven took a small colorful pin out of his pocket, putting in on his hoodie. “Now you can atleast tell us apart.”

Carlos blinked but sighed and nodded. “Yeah… at least that’s something. If you ever see this ‘Purified’ Max… you let me know.” Carlos was quiet for a moment. “I’m… sorry for my mistake.” He wanted to add to it, but it would just sound like excuses.

“Eh, it’s fine, mistakes and such happen when two people look alike.” He reassured, smiling softly, “And sure, I’ll let ya know when I find him.”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah… thanks.”

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whuy arem i sitll coughing up blood-

WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL

fcuk-

how’d you find me-

The blood trail. C’mon, Max. *takes off his labcoat and moves to wrap Max up in it.

oh- *he flinched slightly when Carlos moved closer* s-so i guess it’s back to the hospital huh..

You might be bleeding internally. *He paused* Max? You okay if I wrap you up? It might help with the shock…

i think i’m bleeding externally too- *he hesitately nods, wrapping his arms around his chest*

*Carlos moves to bundle him up. And then picks him up in his arms* How did this happen? I want you to tell me because…. I’ve heard things. But I want to know the truth.

*he glanced away nervously, unsure if he should actually tell Carlos not, and even if he did, how would he react? he just bit his tongue*

Max, I need to know what happened so I can tell the doctors. they need to know to help you better.

*he looked away, almost whispering* ..got stabbed…

*Carlos knew that much* With what kind of weapon? Was it a straight-edge knife, or serrated? Do you remember?

i just.. grabbed a knife from the kitchen…

*Carlos is silent for a moment* Was… it a steak knife? The small ones with teeth?

*he shakes his head slightly* i-it was a big one w-with a smooth blade…

*Ick. But it was arguably better* Okay. It should be a cleaner wound then… but I’ll let the doctor’s decide that. How… how many times?

Do you ever start crying because you remember that your mother never loved you?

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Get the fuck out of my house.

“It’s some weird cult bullshit. Something with some weird god named Zeemoog or Xemüg or… whatever.”

“Angela wrote about that once… her mom was really upset about it for some reason. You’re saying this other Max is in a cult?”

“Yeah. Alot of people are in that cult. I was in it for like… a month?”

Carlos stared at Maven, his suspicion on him once again like a boxing coach massaging his shoulders. “… What?”

“I used to be in a cult, okay?” Maven groaned in annoyance, “Can we drop the cult talk now?”

“I dunno. Is it a violent cult? Is this other ‘purified’ Max violent? I just want my Max safe, and I’m pretty sure you do too. Unless you’d rather not be candid with me…”

“Well, it has been pretty peaceful the past few months. There’s only like… two kind of crazy people. Daniel and Jen. But they’re trying to better themselves. But I don’t know about that other Purified Max. He might be violent, so, be careful around him.”

“’Might’ be. Yeah, okay. Do you know where I can find him? Or what I should look out for?”

“No clue, sorry…” He sighed, “But I have an idea.” Maven took a small colorful pin out of his pocket, putting in on his hoodie. “Now you can atleast tell us apart.”

Carlos blinked but sighed and nodded. “Yeah… at least that’s something. If you ever see this ‘Purified’ Max… you let me know.” Carlos was quiet for a moment. “I’m… sorry for my mistake.” He wanted to add to it, but it would just sound like excuses.

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whuy arem i sitll coughing up blood-

WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL

fcuk-

how’d you find me-

The blood trail. C’mon, Max. *takes off his labcoat and moves to wrap Max up in it.

oh- *he flinched slightly when Carlos moved closer* s-so i guess it’s back to the hospital huh..

You might be bleeding internally. *He paused* Max? You okay if I wrap you up? It might help with the shock…

i think i’m bleeding externally too- *he hesitately nods, wrapping his arms around his chest*

*Carlos moves to bundle him up. And then picks him up in his arms* How did this happen? I want you to tell me because…. I’ve heard things. But I want to know the truth.

*he glanced away nervously, unsure if he should actually tell Carlos not, and even if he did, how would he react? he just bit his tongue*

Max, I need to know what happened so I can tell the doctors. they need to know to help you better.

*he looked away, almost whispering* ..got stabbed…

*Carlos knew that much* With what kind of weapon? Was it a straight-edge knife, or serrated? Do you remember?

i just.. grabbed a knife from the kitchen…

*Carlos is silent for a moment* Was… it a steak knife? The small ones with teeth?