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where to get mote bandages

Country and livestock stores. Gauze, wraps and ointment – it’s all the same thing, just cheaper because it’s marketed for animals instead of people.

really? huh.. well, let’s hope i can get to one of those stores before i bleed out-

Wait, what?? *Immediately pulls off his labcoat and wads it up.* Where are you bleeding from??

oh you don’t have to do that, i’ll pass out and die soon enough so it’s alright.. also the stabs are spread out

Saying that you’ll die is the OPPOSITE of alright, Max! How did this happen??

anon stabbed me six times.. *he coughs up blood into his hand* b-but it’s what i de-deserve..

No – NO, it’s not, Max! People don’t deserve to get stabbed, okay? *Carlos tries to press the labcoat into the bloody parts of Max’s body, trying to help as best as he can*

*he looked down at Carlos’ coat, frowning* i-i do though… yo-you should go before i actually.. you know…

No, Max, you don’t. Ugh, God… Why the hell did they even do that?

*he stumbles slightly* ca-cause i’m a freak of na-nature..!

That’s a stupid-ass reason. It’s a miracle you’re still around, Max! Try to relax… *there was so much blood. Too much – Carlos wondered if Max WAS going to die in front of him.*

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where to get mote bandages

Country and livestock stores. Gauze, wraps and ointment – it’s all the same thing, just cheaper because it’s marketed for animals instead of people.

really? huh.. well, let’s hope i can get to one of those stores before i bleed out-

Wait, what?? *Immediately pulls off his labcoat and wads it up.* Where are you bleeding from??

oh you don’t have to do that, i’ll pass out and die soon enough so it’s alright.. also the stabs are spread out

Saying that you’ll die is the OPPOSITE of alright, Max! How did this happen??

anon stabbed me six times.. *he coughs up blood into his hand* b-but it’s what i de-deserve..

No – NO, it’s not, Max! People don’t deserve to get stabbed, okay? *Carlos tries to press the labcoat into the bloody parts of Max’s body, trying to help as best as he can*

*he looked down at Carlos’ coat, frowning* i-i do though… yo-you should go before i actually.. you know…

No, Max, you don’t. Ugh, God… Why the hell did they even do that?

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where to get mote bandages

Country and livestock stores. Gauze, wraps and ointment – it’s all the same thing, just cheaper because it’s marketed for animals instead of people.

really? huh.. well, let’s hope i can get to one of those stores before i bleed out-

Wait, what?? *Immediately pulls off his labcoat and wads it up.* Where are you bleeding from??

oh you don’t have to do that, i’ll pass out and die soon enough so it’s alright.. also the stabs are spread out

Saying that you’ll die is the OPPOSITE of alright, Max! How did this happen??

anon stabbed me six times.. *he coughs up blood into his hand* b-but it’s what i de-deserve..

No – NO, it’s not, Max! People don’t deserve to get stabbed, okay? *Carlos tries to press the labcoat into the bloody parts of Max’s body, trying to help as best as he can*

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

n-no.. but i should’ve..! h-he doesn’t know how to drive and b-buses are bigger then cars and harder to control.. *he looks away*

Did you make the bus crash, Max?

…no… *he sighed slightly, still hugging himself*

Then it wasn’t your fault, Max. You both might have made a mistake… but you didn’t purposefully go out and hurt him. You don’t need to blame yourself, Max… that’ll just give you so much unnecessary pain.

*he frowned, staying quiet. he knew Carlos was probably right, but he still felt so bad about this*

It’s okay if you don’t believe me right away, Max. It might take some time, but if you hear it every day – that it’s not your fault – then you’ll hopefully understand it. Okay?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

n-no.. but i should’ve..! h-he doesn’t know how to drive and b-buses are bigger then cars and harder to control.. *he looks away*

Did you make the bus crash, Max?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

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“Tripplesix
killed him in an attempt to get me to become a god.” said arsenic, in a
voice that sounded like raindrops, and the absence of a beloved pet.

Carlos’ face fell immediately, and he felt a twinge of fear
in him. The other him was dead. That was… scary. And unsettling.

“Is… there a chance that this Tripplesix is… still active
and dangerous enough to hurt me?” he asked carefully.