~*At the medical meeting*~
Dr. Vaughn shifted around uncomfortably looking around the room almost praying Albert was staring at someone else.
They were currently the only ones in the room.
He sighed and tried his best to ignore him but it was impossible.
Just the sheer terror in the virologist's deep blue/grey eyes made it impossible to look away.
It's was like shitting bricks but jizzing in your pants at the same time…
"Hey Albert ….You're….startin to…"
Dr. Vaughn blinked wondering if he should say 'turn me on' or 'freak me the hell out.'
After all, all the man did was get a wonderfully brewed cup of coffee and he added some Splen-
OH GAWD!
NOW I see why Albert is looking at him like that.
Okay.
All is back in order.
Back to useless dialogue that will be interrupted my several lines of my retarded narrative.
"Um, listen. Albert I l-"
"Dr. Vaughn. I know life may be hard sometimes but suicide is not the way."
"My feelings for you all started wh- Wait, whaaaa~?"
"Please Markus. Reconsider life. Put the Splenda down."
"Splenda? What's wrong with Splenda?"
"Doctor….In an experiment, two rats were locked in a cage with a 6 once bowl of Splenda and no water."
Doctor Vaughn blinked waiting for the rest.
"They went cannibalistic and the one that survived starved itself to death and neither of them went within 7 inches of the Splenda."
Seriously. My teacher went to stay in a log cabin and the rats that were there ransacked EVERYTHING. I repeat, EVERYTHING but the Splenda.
Everything…
Markus tilted his head and looked down at his coffee.
A shudder ran down his spine like he was suddenly plunged into the South Pole as he set his coffee down and slowly left the room.
Albert sighed and shuddered as well. His gesture was far less violent and each squinted as the coffee cup.
~*Two seconds later*~
BAM
BAM
What are you doing?
BAM
It's from hell!
Put the gun down!
BAM
BAM
BAM
Stay away from it!
BAM
BAM
-Click-
I'm out of bullets!
Put it down Sartre!
Stand back boy…
BANG
Bullets were everywhere.
A few were in the ceiling from when Gabriel tried to calm the man down.
Others missed the target due to being unstable and violent shaking.
But at the other end of the table was the very same mug Dr. Vaughn had earlier.
The same cup of coffee that was defiled with
SPLENDA
That and Albert's gun was on the floor surrounded with shards from the mug with a dent in the wall about 3 feet above it. This card shows-
Wait
I don't have cards...
This shows that he must have thrown it as his last attempt to attack the Splenda after he ran out of bullets.
(sounds all Dr. Kimishima like)
Dr. Vaughn sprang back into the room on queue at the end of the scene and looked at a delusional and struggling Chocolate Bear being restrained by another victim of Albert's CBLD, Gabriel.
The red eyed, fear stricken man panted heavily and raised a quivering index finger to the broken and shattered mug which was now a haphazard array of broken shards and a dark brown puddle.
"Vous…..ne pouvez pas…de mal à personne ...plus"
The man stood and straightened himself out wordlessly leaving the meeting room.
THE END
What Chocolate Bear said in French was
"You…can't…..hurt anyone….anymore"
Hope you enjoyed and threw your Splenda out the window~!
And CBLD is Chocolate Bear Lust Disorder which I MIGHT explain in another fic.
Thank you for reading~!