A Regretevator Infection AU. This story follows a distressed lamp and his boyfriend, Infected. Infected's memory has been getting worse for some reason since he was fed something forcefully by Unpleasant. Lampert has been taking care of him for abou...
Day two of taking care of Infected. While I make food for Infected when he wakes up, Mark and Wallter bicker about the usual things like how wood is better than cement. How cement is better than wood. What about using them both? Huh? Think smarter.
I'm trying to make some macaroni for Infected, but then I hear a little bit of tossing coming from the couch. I turn to look and I see Infected sitting up.
"Infected, you should be asleep. You just threw up earlier," I tell him, directing my attention from the macaroni to Infected.
"N4h br0H... I f33l 42 c00L 42 4 CUcumB3R," Infected says, looking at me.
As he looks at me, I see something I didn't want to see.
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Dear fuck.
I was looking away for only a few minutes. What the hell?!
"Infected, go back to sleep. You REALLY need it," I beg him, a look of concern on my face as I ignore the smell of burning macaroni.
"1 pr0M123 1'm f1N3, L4mpY..." Infected sneezes right after that sentence. He sneezed out the texture, getting it all over the floor and somehow it reached all the way to the kitchen.
As a bit of it landed on my foot, I shivered and got paper towels to wipe it off. It's really gross. As I wiped it off, Infected stared.
"Please. Just sleep. You're really sick."
"N0!1!"
"FUCK CONCRETE," Mark yells from across the apartment.
"THEN DO IT," Wallter yells back.
Me and Infected's heads immediately turn in the direction of Wallter and Mark's conversation.
Infected pulled out his phone, went on YouTube, and searched up 'vine boom'. He played it and Wallter slowly turned his head towards us, the sound of concrete against the floor as he moved his head.
"...Bedroom?" Mark asks.
"NO. I'D RATHER BURN," Wallter yells.
"TH12 m4K32 M3 tH1nk 0f 🪵💥🧱 br0H..." Infected states.
"Those are my dad's. And how the actual fuck did you say that? Get rest." I say.
"😋" Infected sounds out. How the actual fuck.
"Fucking SLEEP!" I snap, staring straight into Infected's eyes.
Infected stares back at me, his smile fading. He looks like :-[ right now.
Out of nowhere, a BOO-WOMP noise is heard. I turn around and notice the macaroni on fire.
"OH SHIT!"
I immediately turn off the stove and grab water, threw it on the macaroni, the fire going out and smoke appearing.
I turn and see Infected asleep. Did I hurt his feelings?
