Red Guy:

-He is remarkably calm, but in a way that feels slightly eerie.

-When he first notices you’re sick, he’ll just stand in the doorway, staring with those unblinking eyes for a solid minute before saying, “Oh. You’re doing the... leaking from the face thing. That looks really boring.”

-His version of caretaking is very literal and low-energy.

-He’ll bring you a glass of water, but he might just leave it on the floor three feet away from the bed because "walking all the way over there felt like a lot of commitment."

-He will occasionally check your temperature by resting his heavy, yarn-covered hand on your forehead.

-If you’re too hot, he’ll just sigh and say, “Well, try to be cooler. It’s making the room uncomfortably humid.”

-If a "Teacher" tries to appear and sing a song about "The Wonder of White Blood Cells," he is the one who will actually tell them to shut up and leave so you can sleep.

-He doesn't do it out of heroism; he just finds the singing "too loud for someone with a headache."

Duck:

-He takes your illness as a personal grievance against his schedule. "I had a very important afternoon planned involving a coin and a magnifying glass, and now you’ve gone and caught a germ! How incredibly middle-class of you!"

-He will immediately declare himself the "Chief Medical Officer of the Household" and wear a makeshift stethoscope made of string and a bottle cap.

-He is very bossy about your recovery but has no idea what he’s doing.

-His "remedies" are nonsensical and borderline dangerous.

-He might try to feed you a "healing" sandwich made of raw gravel and grey goop, insisting it’s what the "professionals" use.

-If you refuse, he’ll get offended and claim you’re "rejecting science."

-Despite his arrogance, he’ll stay in the room with you, mostly because he likes having a captive audience to tell his stories to. He’ll read you the newspaper, but only the parts about him.

Yellow Guy:

-He gets very distressed and confused, often confusing your symptoms with something supernatural.

-If you have a cough, he might start crying because he thinks there’s a "little brown man" living in your throat and shouting at him.

-He will try to "help" in the most childlike ways possible.

-This usually involves piling all his favorite (and often sticky) toys on your chest to keep you company, or trying to feed you a bowl of "cereal" that is actually just buttons and milk.

-If his batteries are low, he’ll just sit by the bed and stare at you with wide, sad eyes, occasionally poking you to make sure you haven't turned into a "dead one" like the bird.

-However, if he happens to get Smart Batteries, he will suddenly become an expert surgeon.

-He’ll give you a detailed lecture on the molecular structure of your virus, draft a 50-page insurance claim for your bedrest, and then lose all that knowledge the second his batteries flicker back to normal.

All together:

-The scene starts with the three of them standing at the foot of your bed, just watching you breathe.

-Red Guy looks exhausted, Duck is wearing a homemade nurse’s hat, and Yellow Guy is holding a plate of raw, vibrating meat.

-Red Guy is the only one trying to maintain some level of normalcy.

-He’ll sit in a chair by your bed and read the labels of your medicine out loud in his monotone voice. "It says 'may cause drowsiness.' That sounds nice. I wish I felt drowsy. I just feel... gray."

-Duck will constantly interrupt the peace.

-He’ll march around your bed, taking your "vitals" by poking your arm with a sharp pencil. "Your pulse is far too rhythmic! It’s repetitive! It’s lacking panache! We need to spice up your blood flow with some jazz music!"

-Yellow Guy will then proceed to play a very loud, very off-key recorder right next to your ear because Duck told him it would "wake up your immune system."

-At some point, a "Teacher" (like a talking Thermometer or a bottle of Cough Syrup) will likely pop out of your nightstand to start a song about Diseases and Decay.

-Red Guy will be the one to physically shove the Teacher back into the drawer. "Not now. We're busy being miserable," he’ll mutter, while Duck argues that the song was actually "quite educational and had a lovely beat."

-Yellow Guy will try to make you a "get well" card, but because it’s DHMIS, the card will eventually start bleeding or screaming if you open it.

-He’ll look at you with huge, watery eyes and whisper, "I put my hair in the glue so you’d always have a piece of me."

-Dinner is a disaster. 

-Duck insists on "Gourmet Invalid Porridge," which is just hot water mixed with old newspapers and glitter. 

-Yellow Guy tries to help by adding "the blue part of the flame" to it. 

-Red Guy just hands you a dry cracker he found in his pocket. "It's probably fine. It’s been there since 1906."

-By the end of the day, they all end up falling asleep in your room. 

-Red Guy is slumped in the chair, Duck is perched on your headboard like a gargoyle, and Yellow Guy is curled up on the floor at your feet.

-It’s overwhelming and slightly terrifying, but in their own twisted, colorful way, they really didn't want you to "go away."

You...don't exactly remember how you got here.

One day you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, in a room that was not of your own either. Even if they were new places, unfamiliar spaces, you don't remember how your true place looked like either.

As hard as you worked, it would always be the same. Blank memories. You don't remember your friends, hometown, your family, or if you even had one. Nothing could come across your mind when it came to you being....well, you.

Only your name. Your one and only name. There was nothing you remembered, not even your age. Though, you knew you were an adult, for sure. You didn't know your second name, your nationality, not even your hobbies or studies. Everything was wiped out of your head, turning it all into very faint, barely comprehensible memories, all blurry and silent, so you could only see few scenes of something that....to be honest, didn't even give you a clue. Everything, but your name.

It was all your brain could utter out of its insides. A name, a few letters that described nothing of your life, but only a small sparkle of your identity. It was enough. So you think. At least it was better than being called "the new fourth one".

Ah, yes. You weren't alone on this, either. Fortunately (and, in some cases, unfortunately.) there were three more guys living with you. Great.

Apparently, they lived here way before you came, which makes you feel like an odd one in the place. As if you were intruding into a private space you seriously shouldn't be on. Even so, they let you stay...reluctantly. None of them was fully trusting of you, and you understood. You would also freak out if some stranger appeared out of nowhere. Though, the way they reacted to you appearing suddenly wasn't as surprising as when you told them you were confused and lost.

They even acted as if it was a normal occurrence for the three, for someone to suddenly appear in their house. And maybe, it really was a normal occurrence.

When you presented yourself with only your name, they didn't seem to understand it. They said your name should be something like "(f/c) girl" or "normal girl". The moment you asked why, they said that's how they called each other. Yellow guy, Duck, Red guy...so they didn't even have proper names...? They sounded more like titles or even nicknames. You tried to tell them that, but they only looked weirdly at you. Duck even got slightly offended.

What a strange place to live on, truly...and what weird people to live with.

....

The reflection of your face on the mirror was slightly clouded by the fog. You lifted your hand to clear it away, now seeing yourself clearly on the glass, your eyes scanning around your skin, your expression. After taking a shower and changing into cleaner clothing, your view directs itself to the small cut on your face.

Another thing you learned was the presence of these...objects or animals. They would come by, sing a song, maybe even kill you while they were at it, and leave. All of them were different, new voices, new appearance, new lessons. Yet, they all did the same thing.

Teach you about something. No matter if it was an actual subject, or just something you already knew about, they would shut you down and continue to sing. This time, a teacher accidentally slashed your cheek with a sharp pencil, a fly's breath away from hitting your eye. Nothing really happened, they "apologized" by giving you a pound. As soon as the lesson finished, you went upstairs into the bathroom to heal your cut. It's wasn't big, but deep enough to take out blood.

Back to the real thing, you grabbed a small band aid from the medkit that laid open on the sink, opening it. Just as you were about to place it on your wound, a soft knocking on the door stopped you.

— (Y/n)? Are you there?

You recognized that voice well. Letting out a soft hum from your mouth, the door opened slightly. Yellow guy covered his eyes in case you were doing something else, although when he saw you were just looking at yourself in the mirror, he took his hand away. Yellow was...strange, like the other two. Although he was undeniably the nicest one around the house. Yellow would worry, he'd ask you if you were alright, if you wanted to go and note things on the clipboard, or if you wanted to spend time together.

The only thing is that Yellow would be quite sensitive to what others told him. Any insult he was told would be enough to make him look down and get quiet, no matter if it was a harsh or light attack, he'd feel bad about it and repeat it, convincing himself it was true. Some topics would also trigger him, like the direct mention of love or marriage would make him start to tremble. Even so, you tried to make him feel comfortable and safe, allowing Yellow to express himself and find comfort in your presence.

This would happen with all of the three, actually...

— Yes, Yellow?

You spoke first, turning to look back at him. Your hand still held the band aid you were about to use, softly grasping it.

The male opened the door fully, looking up at you confusedly. It seemed like he forgot what he was going to say, mumbling things under his breath that you could barely hear.

— I- Uh, umh...do you want to come down? Our show is about to start.

Yellow nervously let his hand fall from the knob, his eyes glued on you while he waited for an answer.

— ...Sure thing, let's go now.

At the response, Yellow nodded and ran back downstairs, his excitement made you blush, giggling gently before you yourself got out of the bathroom, walking by the path he went through. As you went downstairs and into the living room, you found Yellow already sitting on his chair, waving at you with a smile. Alongside him, Duck and Red guy were in their respective seats as well. Duck was reading the newspaper, while Red guy was holding a controller on his hand, looking through the channels.

The red colored male shifted his eyes to you, seeming to notice your presence standing there.

— Oh, there you are. You were almost late.

Red guy was a calm, sort of quiet individual. He was not the one to get into fights or arguing that didn't include him, although you saw very few exceptions where he stood in or broke his quietness to yell as loud as possible. He was the tallest, and in your opinion, the one who had more control over the other two.

Red would keep his emotions bottled up or tied to not make anyone worry, minimizing everything that happened to him and sometimes being "jealous" over things that happened to others. Even so, you also tried to reassure him, telling him it was alright and to offer your help and trust. You never received a true answer that allowed you to know if he listened, but at least he trusted you enough to tell you his things.

— Sorry for that.

You responded, giving him a little smile as you walked in.

He sighed, his hand lifting up as he signaled for you to sit down on your own seat.

As you nodded and went overthe spot, the green duck put his newspapers down, following you with his eyes as you went.

— Mmh, took long enough.

Duck saw as you sat down, scanning your form for a few minutes. It was unnerving, and he was always like that. Duck was the type to examine things if he didn't see them right, and loudly speak his thoughts about it. He wanted to let everyone know what he was thinking, and sometimes hope they'd agree.

— What's that red line on your face?

He suddenly spoke, his voice out loud, making both Red and Yellow start looking at you too. At the sudden glances, you softly blushed again, embarrassed as you yourself had also forgotten of your cut.

— Uh? Oh it's..it's just a cut, nothing-

You lifted the small band aid on your hand, about to put it on by yourself until Duck interrupted you again.

— Let me see that.

He got up from his spot, walking over to you and snatching the bandage from your hand.

— You won't be able to put it properly. You're too stupid for that.

By his statement, you were about to protest and confront him about it, when he very carefully placed (practically slapped) the band aid on your cheek, as you let out a small whine by his harsh treatment.

— Hey- don't put it like that, it's gonna hurt her worse.

Red stepped in, seeing how the duck had so carelessly "healed" you. Yellow also saw the same, a hand placed on his mouth in slight worry.

— Well it's better than the red liquid! It's gonna stain her clothes and the floor, it's disgusting!

Duck responded back with a snarl, before he went to sit back down on his chair, grabbing the newspaper he had left to fall on the floor. You only sighed and sank into your chair, still gently blushing and placing a hand on the bandage, softly caressing it. Even by his aggression, it was accurately place over your wound. It was surprising, even for him.

— Do you have any other wounds?

You shifted your head to look at Red guy, hearing his voice ask you about it. A caring tone was tinted in his voice, as you let out a little chuckle.

— Not..not really. Just the face.

Your response seemed to satisfy him, as he hummed and turned his full attention back on the TV. The show had started, and now all four of you were solely focused on that.

.....

An hour has passed, the show had finally finished. Red guy let out a small sigh, a bit sad that it ended, but still satisfied after watching their favourite show. Soon enough, as Yellow guy stood up from his chair, he had noticed your quiet, now sleeping form on your seat. Seeing his reaction upon you, the other two looked as well, realizing you had fallen asleep mid program. Duck scoffed, standing up from his seat and attempting to shake you awake. The first try didn't budge you even an inch, so he tried again.

— Wake up. Stop pretending to ignore me.

The duck was getting more annoyed as you didn't seem to wake up, merely sitting down like a dead corpse on the couch. It was only when Red guy spoke that he gave his attention to him.

— Don- Don't wake her up. I'll get her to the bed.

— What? No, she has to do it on her own.

Red guy stood up from his chair, before slightly moving the shorter male away from your figure. He softly placed an arm under your legs and back, lifting you up into a bridal style. Holding you close to his chest, the male tried to make sure you were comfortable enough. Even if he wasn't that strong, he was attempting to use as much strenght as he had to carry you.

— She looks very pretty like that!

Yellow chimed in, standing next to Duck as he saw how Red guy was picking you up, your sleeping form nestling against the taller red mop.

— She does, but not that pretty. You're exaggerating.

— I guess that doesn't really matter, either way she's sleeping. Are you jealous?

Red guy began to walk out of the room with you on his arms, as Duck and Yellow followed closely, with the duck scoffing and starting to argue behind him. As they kept talking, Yellow saw your hand hanging in the air walking a bit closer to gently grab it, his smile coming back again as your palm was warm and comfy. His cheeks flushing dim shades of pink at the contact you provided.

Finally reaching upstairs, Yellow assisted to help, opening the door to your bedroom and entering inside with the other two. Red guy walked carefully, going to your bed and laying you down on top of the sheets. He grabbed the hem of an open blanket, sliding it up to cover all of your body until your neck. He patted your forehead a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what to do after, or how to show you affection.

— Can we do the- the cuddling?

Yellow guy suggested happily, standing next to your bed where you laid in slumber. Red guy and Duck looked at him strangely, as if the concept of cuddling was unfamiliar. Which, in reality, it actually was.

— Cuddling?

— Isn't that when you sleep on someone?

The two asked confusedly, exchanging glances with each other as they pondered over the thought.

— Yeah, I thought she might need it. It's a bit cold lately.

— We're in summer, aren't we? Or-

Red guy shushed the duck from speaking, before he thought for a few more minutes. His eyes looking down at your face, his own gaze unreadable.

— I guess it's...not a bad idea.

....

Your started to gain your consciousness again, opening your eyes to see a blur of the room you were in. Your room, exactly. As you tried to lift your hand to your eye in order to rub it, you felt both warmth and weight over your entire body, barely having space to move. Opening your eyes more clearly, you look around yourself, finding a quite...strange moment.

Red guy was laying on your left side, one of his hands under his head while the other was gently holding your shoulder, his soft snores filling the quiet room. On your right side was Duck, sprawled over the little space of bed he had with his mouth open, looking more like a dead body than a sleeping duck. Even so, one of his arms was on top of your torso, preventing you from moving. His grip on you was tightening hardly, although not enough to leave a bruise, just holding you tight enough to keep you down in place. And finally, laying on top of you and nuzzling close, Yellow hugged you closely, his face buried near your neck. The short male was also soft and quiet with his snoring, although it was a bit more obvious he was doing such.

You sighed at the scenery, stopping your movements to allow them a good night rest. An obvious blush on your cheeks was present, and luckily none of them were awake to see it. Your hands, at least with the few movement you had, reached up to caress Yellow's blue hair, hugging his body as well to bring him more comfortably.

it kinda depends on what kind of teacher you’ll be, for example, if you’re good then.. they’ll mention the flaws of the other teachers and how YOU would do it differently!

yellow

You teleported in.. last you remembered was UNPLEASANT!

“Oh” came from the yellow puppet who stood before you.. you were (Reader’s nickname)

“Hi BUDDY!” You leaned down and in and he began to cry (mort lmao) you jumped back “CRAP!- uh- uhm!- you want a cookie?..” he stopped whimpering slightly

“..but.. you’re not holding any..?” You chuckle.. “Am I?” You reach behind his ear.. with your magic came a cookie with a worm on it? “Yuck!” You pat the worm off.. it screamed- and then you squashed it.. “pesty worms..” you sigh before handing the cook to him.. he gasps!

“how’d you do that!?” He exclaimed as he began to munch on the cookie “magic child, say do you wanna learn about magic and such more?” You smiled at the little boy he nods he may sound dumb and look dumb but he’s smart..

you began to sing “~magic may seem odd, or old, as a tale may go, for a jest or for A PARTY!~” then the music changes to Hollywood dream by Ayesha erotica

“So you came to the world with a battery and innocence!” You un-hatch the area for his rotted batteries.. he stared at you curiously, you were still going on “you say you want your name on a piano!” You said as you pulled a string down and the paper background of a childish attic was shown and you jumped in dragging in yellow

“you wanna learn with the extras, do songs everywhere, but ya gotta learn the perks. And crap theres a lot! Like, never be a teacher unless it’s for pretend, never break the fourth wall!” You glanced at the readers camera. Dark huh? I guess you’re one of those larries. “never go outside before sunset! Never drink anything that’s actually wet! Never display yourself unless you’re over 20.” The background changes to harry brushing his teeth he jumps back. “never touch the pink girl! And dont join the love cult!” You squash a passing butterfly with a fly swatter

“Never change your style! Never get caught outside by the woman upstairs!” You swap the batteries with a swift movement

He deadpans at you before you swapped them back “sorry..” you murmur “you can die but dont go far. Don’t go on a trip unless it’s for learning! Don’t talk to extras like you’re less, or even swap your batteries! Don’t get a bad hair do, don’t do magic tricks that are intravenous! Do get tests, and do protect em! And dont get caught! If you wanna be better go socialize, DONT EAT MEAT DONT SLEEP AND DONT ASK WHY!!” You grinned as you walked down steps of marble white and red carpet as you grab a top hat and yank out a poor meat can of duck and throwing it away. “Sell your soul for the magical career, Sell your soul for the magical career, you’re gonna be the next big KID!”

You pulled him up and walked up the steps and flashes of white came, you held a wand. You were trying your best to protect his eyes. “Sell your soul for the world! Sell your soul for them.. you’re gonna be the best one..” you murmur kneeling down to make a rose appear in thin air. The cameras go silent and stop flashing instead a huge stage light, beamed on the both of you. “..get all the confidence that you can” he stared up at you slightly trying to process your song, “meet someone famous like me! But dont say you love em too much!” You put your arm around his shoulder, he nods trying to keep Track of your information

“Don’t turn down gifts, and jobs, don’t talk to mobs!” You chuckled as you walked around a garden suddenly. He follows. “Say yes to stages, say yes to your friends, say yes to viewers! Don’t go to castings for open ca- don’t turn to cameras and break the fourth wall!” You smiled before jumping into a rabbit hole of cameras making sure to shield his body..

“do get your teeth done, and learn more magic! If the theme is bright go outside don’t shout!! Don’t go down without a cause, don’t tell anybody about your flaws. Excluding fears. Don’t talk to the magazines.. and dont get suggestions on your first tricks!” You hand him your wand and do gestures to test him.. he does so.. you sigh and moved on. “This is Don’t hug me im scared life ain’t for the moral, so you gotta be ready for tons of things!..” you suddenly landed on cushiony couches.

“Sell your new batteries for the magical dream. Sell your new batteries for the magical dream.. Sell your new batteries for the magical dream.. don’t sell your talents to be recognized.. you’re gonna be the next best person ever.. always sign on the wands, as long as you listen you’ll do fine?” You shrug as the tone fades.

“today’s lesson is.. The bad in magic!” You smiled

”the only way you can tell it’s good or bad is the source, good magic tricks are from actual ones! Like this!” You demonstrated by teleporting in duck and red. “this is real!” Red was confused “wha.. you saw me brushing my teeth.. that was quite frankly weird.” He said. Duck moved back a little nodding his head “yeah but who are you! What’s your name!” You chuckle “I’m (reader)! Of course, this day is about bad and good and how to tell apart.” Yellow nods “yeah guys..” “oh shut up!” Duck retorts. “Ok now.. let’s talk about fake magic!” You grab two cups do the classic trick.. and as you switch, you made sure it wasn’t noticeable as you lift the cups

the ball originated from the cup of the Left

and then that cup was moved to the right but the ball was moved to the cup that originated from cup right, and now at the Left. “Ok which one now? Cup 1 being the right Or 2? The Left?” You hum smiling. Their eyes focused as you kept swapping and turning mindlessly.. letting them have peaks.

“2!” Yellow exclaims “it’s one you stupid!” “one.” Red say in his bean bags that came from your magic trick. “it is.. 2! Yellow you did it! That’s how I know you’re magical!!” You yanked the cups up the yellow ball waits there. You snap your fingers and now that ball is a green wand

“this is my pal, he’s wanki, let’s call him greenbea! ok? So.. green bea is a great source for magic! then we got cheats.. whose late as usual.” You sigh

”cheats is a ’magic’ person. He cheats basically.. and easy to operate and get sometimes it can backfire.. like karma! Like what happened just now.” You said as a broken stick came in through the door next to you. “Brotherling there-“

you began your lesson.. no gore or anything. With the occasional song of addiction, cheating and heck you even tried to kick out a rabbit ifyk what I mean.

but in all end you got kicked out by the rabbit. And the lesson ended

“..I miss reader already.. they were cool..” yellow said disappointed

“yeah but they were lousy!” Complained the duck who held his newspaper up.

“I think they were cool..” murmured red..

“no they weren’t! They were pesky!” Exclaimed the green one in the living room

(I just was abt to do headcanons and instead did a whole story.)

Duck.

You were continuing on with the lesson and using your stick as a ruler. “But sometimes magic is used as an expression, for example!! ‘My cooking is like magic’! Let’s try and test that out ok?” You walk and guide them to another direction of the rabbit hole. It was a kitchen. (Also the rabbit hole is huge.)

“so what are we gonna cook? Any suggestions?” You said. You already went on with the first song.

“a cake would be suiting..” red grabs his ingredients or what he assumes is for the cake

“yeah a cake!” Duck yells as you approach yellow “and you?” You pat his head.. “..a cookie?” “That’s good! Ok so what to use for a cookie is..”

“I kinda like how far they’re lasting..” “nonsense.. you’re just thinking that they will. Watch one of our sinks-“ Then “already so our sinks won’t be like those grinding ones. Because we don’t have electricity.” The lights flicker. “..and this is a borrowed burrow.. so! Let’s begin!” You exclaimed

just as you walked over to a kitchen to cook..

(BROUGHT TO YOU BY DHMIS MENTALITY aka time skip.)

you were walking by the tables and tasting some of their food. Trying not to cry about yellows icing drawing which looks like scribbles.. “OH MY.. AWHHHHHH!!!! You’re soooo sweet.. now let’s try yours duck!” You walk to his cake taking a fork and tasting it “ohh.. yup.. needed some sugar..” you continue on.

later in the adventure you gave advice about the bad and good..

“so.. sometimes magic can be addictive, but however.. never use it for bad! Like this guy!” You point at cheats. “However…”