[A week has passed since the date, n while things were getting better btwn Hater n Wander, the disappointment of nothing happening was weighing on the Skeletor, n even tho he tried to play it off, it was getting pretty obvious by the day]
Wander: (was sitting at the Computer, zoned out)
Sylvia: [sees Wander zoning out] Oi, buddy. Buddy! [snapped her fingers at his face] Yo, Wander! Space to Wander!
Wander: (jumps in his seat) O_O;;
Sylvia: Wat the hell r u zoning out like that? Shouldn't u be either A) thinking abt the nxt list of planets to conquer, B) thinking abt wen to visit ur mom or C) getting it on with knocking up ur Breeder for ur mom?
Wander: Ugh, we haven't been getting much luck on the whole baby thing...
Sylvia: [blinked] Seriously? I thought he was legit. U told me he's bred for 2 guys already. Wats the hold-up?
Wander: I don't KNOW, okay?? (sighs) I don't mean to snap, Syl. Things have just been... (groans in his hand)
Sylvia: [rolled her eyes at his snaps; she was more or less used to his sudden outburst] ...just been wat? U can talk to me
Wander: ...I'm getting worried. Even if we could succeed for a baby, what if it's too late and Mama wasn't able to live long enough to...
Sylvia: Hey, hey, don't think that. One thing I know abt ur mom, she's a pretty persistent n stubborn woman. If she can pester u almost every week without fail, she can and will wait for u
Wander: ...Maybe so. (types on Computer to check for any messages from his family)
Computer: No new messages
Sylvia: Huh, well, no news is good news, right?
Wander: Half and half. Anyways, you seem to be getting along fine with Peepers.
Sylvia: Ehh, he's tolerable. Put him in kitchen duty, gave him a job to do. Nothing unusual abt tht (unamused)
Wander: But you like him, don't you?
Sylvia: Pfft, no. Like I said, he's tolerable. I don't like him, but I don't hate him either
Wander: Uh huh, sure. (thinks for a moment)
Sylvia: [eyed him suspiciously] I can see ur thinking cap there, buddy. Wat r u up to?
Wander: How do you think he's doing? ...You know, Thrax? I mean, I'm happy with Hater but can't help wondering if Thrax ever found someone he can love for his own.
Sylvia: Why would u be thinking abt him? He dumped ur ass, remember? Who cares wat happens to him? I'm still peeved that I didn't get to give him the ol' Betsy for doing tht
Wander: I know, but...who knows. Anyway, where's Hater at?
Sylvia: Beats me. Computer, got a track on the breeder's movements?
Computer: Calibrating... [a short pause] The collar tracker indicates that the Breeder Hater is in the public bathroom, n he has been in there for the last 15mins
Wander: Hmm, must still be checking if we got lucky with child.
Sylvia: For 15 mins straight? That's a long time to chk something, isn't it? :^)
Wander: Maybe talking to himself and lost track?
Sylvia: Still tho, u wanna go chk up on him, maybe make sure he's OK n not freaking other ppl out who wants to use the public bathroom?
Wander: Mhm. (gets up to go check on Hater)
[the Nomad Overlord made his way to the public bathroom, only to see a small crowd gathering outside the bathroom entrance, the door shut tight]
Wander: (approaches) What's all the commotion?
Westley: [sees him] Oh, we were abt to go get u, sir. The door's jammed. Someone's in there n jammed the locks. We tried using the key n everything but no dice, we tried calling out to whoever is in there, but they just shouted at us to go away n haven't replied since
Wander: Let me try then. (walks up to the door and knocks) Hater? You okay in there?
[a small murmur in the crowd as they realized it was the infamous Breeder inside there, but there was no reply from the inside]
Wander: ...Hater, answer me please. Is everything alright?
[still no reply]
Westley: Wat should we do, sir?
Wander: We have to pry the door open somehow.
Westley: We sent someone to get the multipurpose toolbox just now. They should be bk any minute
Wander: (nod) (is concerned about Hater)
[a few mins later, someone came with the multipurpose toolbox n tried to open the door, which apparently was melted dwn n sealed frm the inside of the bathroom, n the green glow residue seemed to indicate it was Hater's magic doing. It took abt an hour, bt finally they managed to chip it off n opened the door]
Wander: (peeks in) Hater?
[there was still no reply, an eerie quiet inside]
Westley: [peeked in along with the crowd]
Wander: (walks in and starts checking the stalls seeing which one had Hater inside)
[all the stalls were clear except the last one at the end, the door locked]
Wander: (tries it but no luck)
Westley: U want us to try open tht stall door, sir?
Wander: Yes.
Westley: [gestured the guy who brought the toolbox to come ovr n open the stall, while he himself went to the stall nxt door n tried to scale the wall to peek in n see wat happened] Uhh... Sir? U...might wanna come see this...
Wander: (blinks and looks with Westley)
[there was Hater, passed out on the floor nxt to the toilet bowl, his bk against the wall, his hoodie covers his obviously pale face]
Wander: :O Hater! (hurries over to try and awaken him, and turns to Westley) Where's the Medical team??
Westley: On it, sir! [called dwn the group to send for the med team]
Wander: (stays by Hater's side) :(
Hater: [stirred a little, cringing] Nnhh...?
Wander: (whispers in concern) Hater...?
Hater: [whispered bk hoarsely] Nnnhhh... W-Wander...? [his eyes widened a bit n suddenly jerked forward, puking onto Wander's chest, which came out green n fluorescent]
Wander: (jumped back, cringing a little at the puke over his body)
Hater: [groaned as he buried his head into the toilet bowl n puked a great deal until he passed out again]
Wander: :( (rubs Hater's back in comfort)
Westley: Med team is here, sir
[The med team came in with a gurney bed, helped Hater up onto it n wheeled him to the med bay]
Westley: [sees the mess in the toilet] Ugh, wat did he hv for breakfast? That definitely doesn't look like food
Wander: Not sure... (looks down at the mess in his fur)
Westley: U might wanna clean up before u go anywhere, sir
Wander: Yeah. I'll go do that. ^^;;
Westley: [groaned] Where's the janitor?! Clean up on stall 6!!
Wander: (goes to wash himself)
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