[IMPROMPTU] Text for Service

[knux400]

CW: Emeto, Drug Use (kind of)

(545)-406678: see if you can call out to anyone, if no one answers, then go check somewhere else, theres nothing you need here, even if you did feel like shoplifting.
(545)-406678: also don't call *me* a lizard. I'm a dragon, its insulting. this magical phone help-line isn't *just* staffed by lizards. 

(546)-425630: hi, lizard here, I disagree. We gotta survival horror this shit. Grab bandages, antiseptic, and pain killers before anyone comes into view. And investigate the noise around the corner quietly.

Great, now the lizards are disagreeing.

Seeing as I can't actually get behind the counter to investigate myself, I settle for calling out.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

The rustling stops. There's a moment of silence where I can't shake the feeling that was a really bad idea.





Someone steps around the corner. A Dopple, it looks like. They walk slowly towards me, their face expressionless.

"Heyyyyy buddy. You doing okay?"

No response. They keep moving closer. Suddenly I'm extremely grateful for this thick sheet of plexiglass between us.

"Um. Have you seen anyone else around? Staff, maybe?"

They lean down towards the small hole for passing things through, peering at me. I back away from the counter.

"Uh. Are you trying to talk, or-"

Without warning, the dopple shoves an entire bottle of prescription medication in their mouth. Bottle included. I have an extremely grisly view of shards of plastic, shreds of paper, and little pink tablets all being crunched together like some kind of awful cereal. All at once, they swallow it down with a sickening gulp.

"Whoa. Okay, dude. You can't be doing that. This is prescription stuff-"

A guttural hacking noise erupts from the dopple's throat as it opens its mouth far wider than should be physically possible. I just barely have time to duck out of the way as a glob of pink goo shoots through the opening and smacks into the back of a chair, hissing and bubbling quietly.

Right. Fuck it. I officially no longer care about theft.

I scan the shelves and quickly find some bandages, some antiseptic, and... what was the third thing they wanted me to look for?


I blink a few times.


Hang on.


What's that            smell?



Oh.

Huh.


Looks like that               spitty stuff is               making some                       fumes.





It                          really stinks in here.






No big deal              though,

I'm just



gonna                              sit for a sec,






and