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His food was poisoned.
Dust didn't know why he came to that conclusion, but every bone in his body screamed that it was true. That his food was poisoned. He knew logically that it couldn't be. Nothing about it even tasted like it was poisoned, and he knew that Horror would never tamper with food but…
It was poisoned.
It had to be.
Everything in him screamed that it was. Dust reluctantly swallowed another bite, it tasting delicious. He scolded himself for think that. It may taste delicious but that didn't change the fact that it had poison in it. He would die tonight because of this.
“Dust…” Horror rumbled. Dust ignored him, opting to choke down another bite.
“Dust.. Yer rocking, baby.” Horror mumbled, his voice low and soothing to Dust. It quieted the thoughts that screamed that he was being poisoned. He hadn't realized that he was rocking again, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.
“Sorry.” Dust mumbled, eyes briefly meeting Horror's before dropping down to the poisoned food. He had to finish this soon. If it wasn't too late maybe he could shortcut to the bathroom and throw up .