Test Tube walked up to the basket, thinking it was suspiciously coincidental that there was a basket right by the bush as if someone had put it there on purpose.

Goo had finally caught up to her, as she could hear him telling one of his stories about blueberry bushes, and bushes in general.

"Hey, Goo! I have a job for you," said Test Tube, turning to face him.

"Oooh! What is it?" asked Goo, before Test Tube shoved the spear into his mouth for him to hold.

"You can hold that while I pick the berries," she said happily, grabbing the basket.

Test Tube saw berries already in the basket, and she dumped them out, thinking they were poisoned.

After she dumped them out, she started picking the other berries in the bush, noticing that everywhere she placed her hand, even in places she already picked, had the small blue fruit.

Test Tube closed her eyes, and thought about Fan. She made a scenario in her head that she and Fan were back in the lab, making something together. She sighed, smiling.

But then she felt the wind hit her glassy skin, her thoughts fading as if they were being taken with it.

Test Tube opened her eyes, disappointed as she remembered where she was— on this dark, foggy, depressing island. She looked over at the berry basket, seeing it was full enough.

Test Tube walked back over to Goo, realizing he fell asleep. The spear was on the floor, as if he dropped it as he was sleeping, or falling asleep.

But before Test Tube could wake up Goo, it seemed like the wind did that for her, as he was almost wide awake already.

"Oh, hey Test Tube!" He said in his easily identifiable voice.

"I got some blueberries," Test Tube said, showing Goo the basket. "Also, I think we should also try to make some sort of base," she added, lowering the basket.

"Oh, ok," said Goo, seeming a little annoyed that he was being bossed around.

Test Tube realized this, and tried to make him feel better, somehow, "Hey, would you rather die out in the cold, get killed by someone or something, or be somewhere safe?" she asked, smiling.

It didn't work how she thought, but at least Goo followed and listened to her.

"Wait- why are we leaving the basket back there?" asked Goo, tilting his head to point at the basket of blueberries.

"Oh- wait a second," Test Tube said, realization hitting her like a mallet.

She ran back to the basket, picking it up, and trying her best to climb up the nearest tree, putting the basket in the nearest covered branch, making sure it was secure. She got out of the tree and ran back to Goo, panting a little.

Goo and Test Tube walked around—but not for long, as they spotted a few fallen tree logs on the ground. They walked up to it, thinking of how they were going to bring those back to the berry bushes.

"Hmm... maybe we can just carry it, one end on your head, the other I can hold with my hands," she said, picking up one side of the log.

"Uh, I'm not sure I c-'' Goo was able to manage out before Test Tube accidentally dropped the piece of wood on his head.

"Oop- sorry!" said Test Tube, feeling what Goo's pain must feel like.

Goo didn't respond.

Test Tube started freaking out.

"Goo!" she screamed, picking up the log frantically.

"Goo, are you ok?!" she yelled, as she was on the brink of crying.

Test Tube picked him up and ran back to where they originally were, the blueberry bush visible. She tried shaking Goo like a Dr. Fizz bottle to try and get him awake, but that plan failed. She was ready to give up, as she felt tears rolling down her glassy face, realizing she was crying.

But she couldn't help it! The only person she found is now dead!

Test Tube gingerly put Goo down, before she felt someone staring at her. She turned around, seeing two glowing, purplish-pink eyes.

The thing never moved, but its magenta eyes blinked at her, looking more curious than dangerous.

Wait...glowing eyes... that looks famili- Test Tube thought, before realizing, "CANDLE?!" she shouted, before slapping her hand to her mouth.

She put her hand down, before slowly approaching what she thought was Candle. She tried not to scare her—or it, away. It seemed to back off a little the more she got closer, so Test Tube walked a little faster, her walk turning into a run.

The creature ran off, but only Test Tube could catch a glance of it in what she thought was the pale moonlight. It reflected light off its skin, and had an opaque orange liquid inside it... wait, opaque orange liquid?! Reflective skin?! ORANGE JUICE! She realized, shocked.

"HEY! COME BACK!" she yelled to OJ, although she knew there was no point in yelling, he was most likely out of earshot by now.

She stood there, feeling as if roots had grown out of her feet and she was going to be stuck here for a while. She felt the wind brush her skin before she heard some sort of whistling. It was coming from above her, and when she tried to look at what it was, the noise stopped.

Then she remembered that when things like glass bottles were open they would make some sort of noise, like a whistle, if the wind was blowing on them.

Test Tube decided to turn around, she felt exhausted anyway...all this running...and...other stuff.. She walked back, being greeted by her mistakes. Goo was still unconscious, and she was afraid he'd never wake up.

She walked up to him, crouching to look at the lapis-colored blob. She looked at him uncertainly and lost in thought. I'm sorry Goo... I hope you'll be ok... she thought, before picking him up again and hiding him in a bush.

"You'll be safe here..." she said to him, although she knew he couldn't hear her. She waited for a moment before she looked around. Test Tube looked back at the bush and said nothing, she stared for a minute. Then she found it hard to stay calm knowing her friend was hidden in that bush.

She walked up to a tree beside the bush and leaned on it. Test Tube blinked sleepily, she looked around, realizing the spear was missing.

She looked up in front of her, seeing OJ wave at her, seeing his magenta eyes glowing in the foggy darkness as he smiled.

That was the last thing she saw before her sleepiness overtook her.

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