#potion prompt

Oh! I haven't seen this type of prompt in forever gjsjghdh. Thanks for the angst inspiration :3

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"Oooooo what's this you got here, my love? Blood mixed with cola-?"

"Don't touch that." You lightly slapped Tord's hand away from the crimson red bottle on the shelf. He just huffed and glared at you, rubbing his hand.

"Well I told Matt and Edd not to touch any stuff in my lab...but they didn't listen."

"...and that makes it okay for you to do the same with my stuff?"

"...yes?"

This man was difficult to understand sometimes. So you just returned to your seat, flipping through your book of potions and trying to read. But he leaned against you, arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

"You never answered my first question." He mumbled, clearly doing everything he can to distract you.

"I call it a dread potion." You explained. "The effects bring out one's worst fears. Like an LSD trip without you needing to smoke anything...and way more graphic."

"Ahhh..very interesting." Tord hummed as he briefly rested his chin on your shoulder, frowning as he looked over the text. It was in some odd language, with symbols he couldn't understand. "But I'll be honest. All this "magic" stuff sounds like crap..no offense."

'Well that makes sense coming from a tech-geek.' You sighed. "I didn't have this ancient book passed down to me only for my idiot boyfriend to call it "crap". If it bothers you so much, just leave."

"........"

He silently let go of you and walked away. At first you were glad, but to not hear the door open confused you. So you turned around to repeat yourself--

Only to see him pop the cork off the dread potion and drink some of it.

"TORD!! What the hell are you doing?!" You jumped out of your chair in outrage.

"Proving your bluff! We'll see who's the real idiot now!" He had a smug grin as he put the bottle down, wiping a sleeve over his mouth. "You know you should really invest in making cocktails or something useful, not this childish-"

But when Tord turned to face you, he didn't see your room anymore.

Instead he found himself in the middle of a bloody battlefield. It was nighttime, distant buildings lit on fire. There were zombies everywhere, eating the flesh of every human except him. He could also faintly hear gunshots and the screams of men.

"H-Huh..? How did I....where's-?!" He could feel burning pain in his arm and he looked down at it, horrified to see his flesh bloody and melted away.

Just like when he emerged from his destroyed robot after it crashed.

"No..this was..I-I know it was fixed!!"

Hearing the groans of zombies, he glanced back up and saw his two comrades--Patryk and Paul--limping towards him. One of them snarled and lunged for his arm, but he yelled and hit him, before running off.

Then he bumped into his robot, which was incredibly damaged but somehow still standing. As it looked down at him, he could see someone through the main window:

It was Tom.

"T-Tom?! How on earth did you-"

"Not so high and mighty now, huh, you prick?!!" As the robot raised its arm, the cannon suddenly shot out a giant harpoon. Tord screamed and jumped out of its way, though it flew so fast it managed to slash the side of his face.

He yelled in pain as he tumbled into the grass, holding his face and realizing he couldn't see out of his eye.

"You were right, Tord...we were never friends."

"Your blood is the only good thing about you, but I don't know if I even want that."

Looking up, he gasped upon seeing Edd, floating in the air and glowing with radiation, while Matt was now a vampire. The robot Tom was still piloting stood behind them, rocket launcher at the ready.

Tord was tearing up, shaking violently as he curled up, begging for forgiveness. But his former friends just laughed at him, calling him a liar and a monster. He could even hear your own voice telling him this was all his fault.

Back in reality, though, he was curled up in the corner of your room, sobbing and shouting at you to get away. The real Edd, Tom, and Matt all arrived upon hearing the commotion, confused as to why he was screaming at nothing.

Eventually you found your stash of emergency potions that would negate any effects of the others. It took all three men to restrain Tord so you could make him drink the potion, hoping whatever horrible visions he was having will go away fast.

And thank the stars they did, as he returned to his senses and realized he wasn't in any actual danger, and nobody was trying to kill him.

All he could see now were the faces of concerned friends and partner.

"M-My friends..I..." Tears fell down his face faster than he could talk.

You and the others were shocked. Ever since Tord came back, he only ever referred to them as "roommates" and "acquaintances".

Never "friends" until now.

Then he looked at you, hugging you tightly. "I-I'm sorry for mocking you, and everything I did to hurt you all. I never wanted th-this..I just...d-don't hate me, please..." He ended up mumbling apologies in Norwegian as he cried.

You hugged him back, keeping your hand on the back of his head so he knew you were real. You smiled as the others joined in the embrace. Even Tom reluctantly did, though only after Matt forced him to.

[Reminder: Don't forget to click pictures for seeing better the panels!]

"Shrinking Potion: a potion that makes you shrink to only a couple inches tall."

Fell!Paloma: "Podría ser una lástima si estás ciego por no ver mi cara mientras te estoy elminando, hehe. ~

(It could be a pity if you are blind for not seeing my face while I am eleminating you, hehe. ~)"

Note to myself: Do not draw an Oozer

Ever

Again.

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Feral stone: part 1

Illinois slowly strolled through the cavern, causally dodge all of the traps, very calm about the situation, however, Eric who was right behind him, wasn't calm.

Eric yelped when an arrow shot out from the wall almost hitting him. He whimpered as he quickly caught up with Illinois.

"Try and take it, slow friend." The Indiana Jones knock off said with a sly voice walking backward as he talked to Eric who was eyeing every part of the room. "Can't go losing our heads metaphorically." He paused watching as a pendulum ax swung in between the two causing Eric to yelp. "And physically." he finished as he continued on, Eric quickly walking past the swinging weapon, keeping close to Illinois.

"M-Maybe th-this was a bad idea," Eric whispered, holding his handkerchief close. "Wh-What are w-we even l-looking for?"

"Oh, the usual." Illinois shrugged looking around. "Ancient relics, artifacts, cursed objects-."

"C-Cursed?" Eric gulped wiping away some sweat from his brow.

Illinois chuckled patting Eric's back, walking next to him. "It's okay my boy. It's only cursed if you let it." he then winked a wiping sound filling Eric's ears. "Now let's mosey on, now remember to look for anything that looks ancient, a tomb, old creates, a secret room."

Suddenly a skeleton popped out of nowhere and let out a screech, causing Eric to scream, running past it out of fear.

"Wait! Eric!" Illinois called after him, pushing the skeleton down, not noticing it slowly getting up, its eyes glowing red.

Eric ran past every trap, running past arrows blades and fire. He slowly looked behind him, making sure that no one was chasing him when he fell through the ground landing in the dirt and sand with a loud grunt. Dropping his glasses. He hissed rubbing his elbow that was now scraped before reaching around for his glasses. He sighed feeling them in his hands. The timid ego then lifts them to his face blowing the dust off of them and putting them on, jumping back to see a skeleton in front of him, causing him to yelp.

"Oh good!"

Eric jumped looking up to see Illinois standing up above him with a smile.

"You found one." he grinned as he slid down landing on his feet. He dusts himself off before helping Eric up, helping him dust off as well before noticing the scrape. "Oh, poor thing. Sorry Eric," he said as he reached into his satchel pulling out a disinfectant wipe and a big bandaid. He opened the wipe and started to clean the wound, causing Eric to hiss. "Almost done." Illinois smiled as he opened the bandaid and covered the wound. "There, all better."

"Th-thank you." Eric smiled before looking past him his smile being replaced with awe. "Whoa."

Illinois turned around, mimicking Eric's features upon seeing a room with old markings and drawings of people, the room itself was very ancient. But what caught his eye was that in the middle of it was what looked to be a large glowing red crystal-like stone. He slowly walked up to the monument looking under the crystal to see small viles that contained red liquids that were glowing along with the stone. He picked up one of the bottles looking it over before turning to Eric. "Looks like potions and the same kind too," he whispered, watching as Eric took it from his hands, noticing that a beam of light from the stone was following the red liquid. "And it seems they are connected to the stone."

"Wh-what do you th-think it is?" Eric whispered looking at the liquid.

"Only one way to find out," Illinois whispered grabbing hold of the stone with both hands, lifting it off of the pedestal the beaming lights from the potions still following the stone. He looked it over before flipping it upside down seeing an inscription. "Here let me decipher this."

Eric gave him a nod, slowly looking around before he froze, seeing a ton glowing red eyes staring at them all of them walking out if the darkness to reveal that they were skeletons, holding swords and shields, all of them coming toward them slowly. "Uh-uh I-Illy?!"

"This is ancient," he whispered trying to read it. "But I'm starting to get it."

"Illy?!"

Illinois froze, reading the words. "... Feral stone?"

"Ill- HMMM!" Eric yelled when one of the skeletons pulled him back, covering his mouth with its boney hands.

Illinois spun around about to reach for his whip but one of them grabbed him by his arm and hoist him up and punched him in the rib, causing him to almost drop the feral stone but one of them caught it and put it back on the pedestal.

The one who caught it growled turning back to Illinois speaking a foreign language before it slowly morphed into English. "You are trespassing, you shawl not be forgiven!" it the push past Illinois and walked over to Eric, who was being held down by two skeletons.

Illinois tried to run at him but was being held back, watching as the skeleton snatched the bottle from Eric, opening the cork. "DON'T HURT HIM!"

"Open his mouth," it growled, watching as the two forced Eric's mouth open, who was beginning to whimper. It then poured the contents into his mouth before closing his mouth for him, forcing him to drink the liquid.

The liquid burned his mouth and his throat as it went down, his vision beginning to become hazy as his eyes began to flicker between red and brown.

"LET GO OF HIM!" Illinois snapped, trying to fight back but the skeleton punched him in the stomach knocking the wind out of him.

"Throw them in the chamber before that one turns," it demanded, pointing over to a hole in the all that would be closed off by a rock.

The skeletons did as they were told and threw them in there, quickly closing the exit off. Illinois shook his head as he got up running to the stone door, banging on it, not noticing Eric twitching. "LET US OUT!" He yelled but he didn't receive an answer. He let out a sigh resting his fist and forehead on the stone, beginning to calm down. "We need to think of a way out of here." he whispered before walking close to Eric. "You okay boy?"

Illinois froze upon hearing what sounded like struggling, causing him to slowly turn around to see Eric's back turn to him, his body was twitching, whimpering to himself. Illinois began to worry as he walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Eric?"

Eric suddenly slammed his hand into the wall leaving a crack in the wall. His fingers growing to a point becoming claw-like hands. His whimpers slowly becoming snarls and growls.

"... Eric-?"

Eric suddenly spun around and let out a screech, clawing Illinois right in the chest.

Illinois hissed as he jumped back, staring at Eric in shock and fear. Eric had long claw-like hands that were black at the tips and his veins were dark purple and black. His teeth were now sharp and jagged and his eyes were glowing red. His ears were long and pointed and they were cast down as he growled at him. Eric began to prowl forward his claws out as he growled, baring his teeth at him.

Illinois slowly backed away, flinching when Eric let out a screech still walking forward. "Eric?... Eric, it's me... Illy... Remember...?" Eric wouldn't listen as he prowled forward still crouching down.

"Eric? Please."

Eric didn't listen as he snarled, running at him with open claws.

"ERIC!"

To be continued

“H-Heya..”

You stopped short as you entered the room, looking up to see a certain naga floating in the air. Their tail was just wriggling as they tried to cling to something, even though there was nothing but a flat ceiling.

Of course, you should’ve expected your curious naga lover to get themselves into another mishap with your potions. But this one just made you chuckle in amusement.

“What’s so funny?” They narrowed their eyes, their “s”s being drawled out as they stared down at you.

“You of course. Don’t worry, sweet. I’ll get you down right away.” Then you walked over to your bed, climbing on and standing up on it so you could reach them. You gently grabbed hold of their lower body, and almost immediately they clung to your shoulders as you gradually pulled them down. 

Before long they were finally out of the air and laying beside you. To make sure they didn’t go anywhere, you laid on top of their chest, hugging their waist as you kissed their lips.

“Thanks for saving me,” they whispered gratefully. “I still feel light as a feather but...it should go away, right?”

“Soon, hopefully.” You sighed, brushing the hair out of their face. “I’ll admit, that was the funniest thing I’ve seen all day.”

He accidentally took a potion from reader thinking it was diet coke and after he drinks it he sees his worst fears including jons injured body telling him it was his fault he died

Shawty this is DEPRESSING---I love it

.......

"Are you..sure you don't wanna talk about-?"

"Jesus, [y/n], there's nothing to talk about!! I'll state the obvious: Jon's dead. There. End of discussion."

You tensed as Eduardo stared down at you, but you knew he didn't mean to come off so harshly. He was just having a difficult time coping with the death of his roommate.

Ironic how the person he wished death upon actually died in his arms, wounded from the house explosion. He never forgave himself for that, though you tried telling him that it wasn't his fault.

If anything..it was all Tord's fault. You both agreed that if he ever came back to town, you'll personally kill him.

In fact, you've been preparing a particular potion for that murderer, waiting for the day you can sneak it into one of his drinks and make him see all the damage he's caused.

With the right ingredients--including a small blood sacrifice--mixed together, the potion would induce nightmarish visions of the drinker's worst fears. It would overwhelm them with such dread.

Perfect for a spineless coward like Tord.

But until then, you've kept that potion stored in the back of the fridge since it was necessary to preserve it. You slapped enough labels on it to ensure nobody drank it by accident.

Even so, Eduardo never believed in this "dark magic stuff" you practiced.

If you couldn't reverse time to the moment before that rocket destroyed the house or bring Jon back from the dead...he didn't care. Simple as that.

"Now I'm getting a diet coke to drown my sorrows." He dragged himself over to the fridge, blinking away the tears he refused to show you or anyone else.

It was harder for him to keep up the act. The guilt was always there, eating away at him. But he didn't need you or Mark coddling him like he was a child.

He can suck it up and deal with grief on his own.

Opening the fridge, he looked through it, frowning as he couldn't find anymore diet coke cans. There were only a few other drinks and...an oddly-shaped glass bottle in the back.

The liquid was the same color as diet coke.

Huh.

He noticed the labels as he grabbed it, but he dismissed them as he twisted off the cap.

Magic wasn't real. You probably pretended this was one of your "potions" just to hide the last diet coke from him.

That was smart, but he was smarter than you. He's smarter than anyone.

With a tiny smirk of victory, he shut the fridge and turned around. "C'mon, get real with me [y/n]...ya think you can disguise my favorite drink as one of your stupid little concoctions?"

Looking up from your book, you immediately jumped up in alarm when you saw Eduardo drinking the potion. "Put that down! Do NOT drink anymore of that!!"

He just scoffed. "I'll believe you once I see Jon with my own two eyes-!"

"So..you hate [y/n] just as much as you hated me?"

"...h-huh?"

The voice startled him.

It sounded too much like...

No..it couldn't be...unless...

Eduardo slowly looked to his right, jaw dropping upon seeing the bloody and injured body of Jon. He wasn't green or decayed like a zombie.

He looked exactly the same as he did that day.

"J-Jon?"

"You just HAD to yell at our neighbor, didn't you?" Jon limped closer, scowling at the taller male. "If only you had kept quiet..you could've still had your house. I could've still been ALIVE. But I'm not, sadly..and it's all your fault."

"N-No..I..." Eduardo's hands trembled as he set down the bottle. He tried to back away, but he bumped into the wall and couldn't go anywhere.

Your attempts to convince him the vision wasn't real failed, as he didn't even acknowledge you being right beside him.

All he could do was stare at his deceased friend.

"I'm..I-I'm sorry-"

"Oh, so NOW you're sorry?!" A bloody hand shot out and grabbed his throat, causing him to panic and struggle. "You weren't sorry when you punched me in the face...you weren't sorry when you wished I was DEAD. Why do you only apologize to people once they're gone?!"

Tears started to gather in his eyes. Not just from the inability to properly breathe, but also from the guilt and realization that..those words were true.

Had he not gone outside and seen the robot...his friend would still be here.

"Well..you got your wish. So why are you like this? Do you hate me or not?! TELL ME!!" Jon's eyes whitened as he squeezed both hands around Eduardo's throat.

"You wanna know something?" He grinned, his face inches away from the other's. "I wish you were dead, too."

For once, Eduardo believed him.

He was convinced that he was going to die, knowing that one of his close friends hated him. Truly and genuinely. It was a fate that was probably much deserved for a scumbag like himself.

But as he pleaded for him to stop, he suddenly noticed Jon's body flickering. Almost like he was...fading away?

After a few seconds more he realized Jon's corpse had disappeared entirely, and he was strangling himself. He let go of his neck and coughed, bracing himself against the kitchen counter.

Then he felt a hand patting his back, and he glanced up to see you. "Looks like the effects stopped, at least you didn't drink it all-"

"Y-You did this.."

"..huh?" You blinked.

"I-It was never for that terrorist...y-you wanted me to feel guilty for what happened to Jon!!" He snapped. "All because I didn't believe in your stupid little party tricks?! IS THAT IT?!!"

You were shocked at the accusation. "Eduardo..you didn't listen to me. You blatantly ignored the labels. I would never do that to you-"

"I'm back with some diet.....what's going on here?"

Looking over, you both saw Mark walk through the door with packs of diet coke. He seemed perplexed by the situation before him.

But Eduardo just shook his head, scrubbing the tears away even as they kept falling. "So it was my fault, too...it's always my fault, isn't it?" He sniffled. "My fault that Edd is always number one. M-My fault I didn't believe in your dumb magic. MY fault that Jon is gone.."

Before you could say anything more, he just stormed off to his room, while you were left alone. You picked up the potion bottle and sighed, feeling a bit guilty yourself.

In truth you had no idea how well it was gonna work. But you learned it was extremely effective...

I PROMISE I haven’t abandoned this series or fandom gjdjgj

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“Oh [y/n]~! I have something for you to try-!”

“Not interested.”

“How...how cold of you..” The Ultimate Wizard pouted. “You don’t even know what I’m about to offer!”

“..if you promise to leave me alone then fine. Entertain me.” Spinning around in your swivel chair, you noticed a pink bottle of some sort in Mikado’s hands. “What’s that? A bubblegum soda or something?”

“Not quite, though you hit the nail on the head when it comes to its taste!” He smiled and set it on the table. “It took me a bit of work, since I wanted to explore other magic feats besides fire, but this is a love potion!”

“Love potion? For once it’s not some dangerous explosive?”

“No! I promise I’d never use my magic to put you in danger. Am I really that untrustworthy??” Once more he whined, crocodile tears coming from his mask.

You did find it quite...odd how he treated you. Out of all of Void, he seemed to be nicest to you, and you weren’t sure why. But you were a bit grateful you weren’t subjected to his wrath as often. Even though Nikei was pretty bitter about him just waltzing in and taking over everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

At the same time..you couldn’t exactly let your guard down around him.

After looking at the potion for a few moments longer, you shook your head. “I don’t trust a weird drink like this..sorry.”

“Completely understandable! But..how do you know if you don’t try-?”

“Then why don’t you try it since you insist it’s 100% safe, hm?” You replied with a smug grin, not realizing you’ll soon come to regret that.

“..........” For a second or two Mikado’s mask was completely blank, although you swore you saw a blush forming on it. But it was quick to be replaced with a smile. “O-Oh, well...I suppose I could. Prepare to be amazed, fufu~”

Removing the cork, he took a sip of the potion, chugging it all down before he could stop himself. Then when he looked back down at you, you could see his mask’s eye turn into....a heart?

The white plastic was blushing even more now as he giggled and practically threw himself into your arms, catching you completely off-guard. His hat fell off as he nuzzled up to you like a puppy.

“Wh-What the hell?!! Are you drunk or some shit?!” Your face burned up at what he was doing, but he just hugged you tighter.

“The potion’s suppose to draw its drinker towards the one they admire most..and that would so-happen to be you, dear [y/n]~! Won’t you come into my heart and be mine~?” He talked ever so sweetly, in a way that was creepy but at the same time...kind of cute.

“Wait..y-you had a crush on me this whole time?” You were confused, yet flustered at the same time. “But..w-we’re just acquaintances. L-Lost and broken people who share a common goal-”

“Ah yes..I, too, was once lost and broken..until I found you.” He sniffled, putting his head down in your lap. “You never judged me, only wanting to know more about me and...b-become the friend I’ve never had. Though I feel as if we’ve become closer than ever before. The truth is I love you and want you in my life..always and forever~!”

His semi-dramatic speech did have you smiling a little, despite you trying to convince yourself it was only the potion talking. 

It was just overexaggerating his feelings, there’s no way he actually liked you...right?

But..if this love potion is legitimate-

“Hey, hey, [y/n]! I got a really good scoop on-!!”

And of course, who else could’ve walked in on you two except Nikei? 

The journalist had a bright smile, which completely faltered as he took in the sight before him: Mikado embracing you while you just sat awkwardly in your chair. 

“Nik I swear it’s not what it--” You tried to say, but he just backed out of the room with a blank face, muttering an apology before promptly slamming the door shut. 

‘At least he didn’t lose his shit..yet...’ Then you looked down at the clingy wizard, sighing as you patted his blond hair. “What am I ever gonna do with you?”

“...maaaaybe go out with me~?”

I have a good idea for this one with YTTD!

..........

You were eagerly awaiting the participants’ arrival to the next floor. 

In fact you were so eager you practically jumped out to introduce yourself as “[Y/n], the Magic Doll”. True to your alias, you did possess a little magic of your own: in the form of potions, which you showed off proudly.

The girl in the blue uniform remarked how friendly you seemed compared to previous floormasters, though she came to regret that remark as your demeanor turned grim.

“You’re welcome to try my potions...if you wanna survive and advance to the Main Game, that is~” You told the surprised humans who didn’t want to go through another one.

But what choice did they have?

So you told them the rules of your floor: There were doors that led to several rooms containing a potion bottle. They had to enter in groups of two and examine whatever potion they stumbled upon--as the door behind them would lock to prevent them from changing their mind.

Obviously you didn’t say what the effects were exactly, but you left clues to help them figure out who will drink it, whether they should both drink it, or if they shouldn’t drink it at all.

Once all the doors were locked, you eagerly waited on the other side, curious about the results.

Slowly but surely the participants emerged--some affected by the potions in various ways, while others weren’t affected at all. But you were pleased to see almost everyone survived this first challenge.

“Now who’s left?” You hummed, glancing at the final door. “Beanie Man and Bucket Girl?”

“Hey! Only I can call her Bucket Girl, woof!” Gin huffed as he squished Mew-chan to his chest. “Your drink tasted icky, like cherry medicine!”

“Oh, you wound me.” Pouting, you put a hand to your “heart”, before you heard the click of a door and saw the last two humans emerge.

Sou was the first out, though before anyone could interrogate him, they took notice of how cowardly he seemed. “...I..I-I..I don’t know what happened...why am I...?” His voice trembled as he tugged on his scarf, looking scared.

“Sou?” Sara blinked in confusion. “Why are you acting like--?”

“As if I wasn’t already short enough..” Before long Kanna followed behind him, frowning as she touched the bucket on her head. “Looks like it was some kind of “body-swap”..I’m Sou trapped in Kanna’s body and, well, you already know who’s stuck with mine.”

“Kanna doesn’t like this...though..Kanna finds the scarf comfortable..” “Kanna” tugged the scarf closer, before looking at you. “S-So what now?”

“Well first off--congrats on surviving! I figured you two split the drink evenly, so good for you. Now.” You clapped your hands together. “Onto the more fun part-”

“Make it quick..” Sara muttered.

“.........the potion’s effects will last till you find something to sustain your bodies. Food, water, whatever you humans need. So I’ve hidden small vending machines and tokens around this floor! They can be anywhere, so it’s like a fun little scavenger hunt~!”

“Scavenger hunts are fun, meow!” Gin smiled under his mask.

“But I should mention a few other things: some tokens may be fake, and the items vary in price. More expensive stuff gets rid of the effects at a faster rate. So feel free to trade or steal as you please!”

“...I knew it. You’re the worst!”

“Hey c’mon, pipsqueak...I’m more generous than most floormasters.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “The only penalty is that if you can’t get rid of the effects within 24 hours...well, unfortunately I’ll have to kill you.”

Sara’s blood ran cold at your warning. “We have just one day to get rid of them?!”

“Well, I can’t have you guinea pigs running loose and using my magic to your advantage now, can I? The clock starts now, so get to searching~!”

At those words, some people took off as though they were late to an important meeting, while others took their time searching around the floor. 

All the while you just snickered at how frantic they were in their search for real tokens. 

“That’s all that’s in this box? A drink?” Mark frowned in disappointment, tossing the now empty ancient box aside and holding up a glass bottle of blue liquid. “Is it like..ancient soda or something?”

“That..doesn’t look like any ordinary drink,” you pointed out the sparkling bubbles inside of it. “It might be a potion of some kind.”

“..well there’s only one way to find out!”

“Woah, woah wait!” You took his wrist just as he went to remove the cork. “We don’t know what it’ll do. And besides it’s..probably a thousand years old.”

He just scoffed at you. “[Y/n]..in another timeline we ate rotten sandwiches that were two thousand years old. I think this is perfectly safe.” He took the cork off. “I don’t know about you, but I am not gonna let our whole heist go to waste. So...cheers!"

Shaking your head, you just went to grab the box he carelessly tossed away while he drank the potion.

Though when you looked inside, you found some kind of note on the bottom of it. You took it out and unfolded it, surprised at the message written in marker:

Truth Potion: Compels the user to speak nothing but the truth

“Oh shit..Mark this is–” When you heard a cough, you went back to your friend and hastily took the potion from his hands.

“Jesus don’t chug the whole thing down!” You looked at it for a few moments. “There was a message inside the box that said…”

However, you trailed off as you looked up and noticed Mark staring at you, appearing rather..sad all of the sudden.

As though he just lost a friend.

“Hey..you okay?” You tilted your head.

“..I don’t know.” He mumbled, wringing his hands together. “I just..can’t believe that after all this time, a-after what happened at the manor and with..everyone else….you still want to be around me and go on all these adventures a-and–”

For a moment he paused, rubbing his gray sleeve against his face, a small sob escaping him. You were confused by what he was saying, but you let him continue, setting down the items and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder in encouragement.

“I-I’ve only taken you a-along..to be the “hero’s loyal sidekick”, but now? You’re my only true and loyal friend..” His voice cracked, tears welling in his eyes. “I-I know I’m a goddamn asshole, but..I-I’m trying to change all of that. I’m trying so damn hard.”

You nodded, even though deep down you were stunned. Of course..you remember him from a time you…wished to forget.

A time where fame and grief got to his head.

A time where he was manipulative and narcissistic to anyone who tried helping him.

A time where he destroyed the lives of his friends..yours included.

So you weren’t sure if he had truly changed after all this time. You really wanted to believe he did, though you were just so scared to trust him again and get hurt…

But it seems that the potion, indeed, exposed his honesty. He admitted his flaws, his loneliness, and his regrets. He was genuinely trying to change for the better.

When Mark saw your tiny smile, he let out a few more sobs as he pulled you into his arms, clinging to you tightly. You just hugged him close and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s hard for us both, Mark. But..I know you’re trying your best. I’ve seen it.”

He whimpered in response, though after a few minutes, his sobs died down into sniffles. Then he let go of you, rubbing his face again. 

“Thanks..s-sorry to dump all that on you out of nowhere..” He sniffled loudly, before puffing his chest out a little and smiling. “..alright. I think I’m..okay now.”

“I’m glad.” You nodded, getting the note and handing it to him. “This was in the box, too. It apparently compels whoever drinks the potion to tell the truth.”

“That’s interesting..” Mark hummed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I..know I wasn’t the most honest person back then.”