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curewhimsy · 1 month ago

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In 2017, a few years before Covid, I wrote this pandemic AU about this disease called purple flu and it was SO stupid… And here it is!

Then a real pandemic happened irl and it was totally different then how i imagined it.

I used to think plague inc in easy mode was SUPER unrealistic because nobody washed their hands even when people were dying of a pandemic. How naive I was…

Anyway! I’m actually rewriting it now. Except instead of boring Earth, the setting is Whimsica. And I made it into Symphony Saga.

Yuki’s POV

That night I first started randomly sweating buckets, I just didn't think much about it. I thought it was unusual, but maybe I was just overworked or coming down with something mild. I did just come back from Lanyue’s spectacular birthday party. It was a blast, and I did do a lot of karaoke and dancing. I'm an introvert, so such things do tend to take a lot out of me. It was probably nothing. I was sure of it. I was so sure I would wake up the next morning and forget all about it.

I made sure I drank an extra glass of water that night, and went to sleep. Little did I know, I wasn't going to get better, and that this was the modest beginning of a dreadful nightmare.

It turned out, I was one of the first people to contact the fatal purple flu.

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When I woke up the next morning, I felt sluggish and the first sensation I noticed was my soaked pajamas and bedsheets. It was as if my entire skin had sprung one big leak.

I had been sweating profusely all night long.

That's when I started to worry. But of course my mind didn't jump to a pandemic just yet. I just felt icky.

Snowbell the cat didn’t seem to appreciate the wetness in the bed either, as she was curled up in her pet bed in the floor that night, rather than with me.

"I wonder what's wrong..." I asked myself. I normally didn't sweat when I was sick, and even when I did, it wasn't without the congestion and fever. What could've been the cause of my sudden profuse sweating?

I took of my wet clothes, dried my embarrassingly wet body with a towel, took out my tablet and began to look on Goodle’s search engine. I normally didn't look up my symptoms online, but this time I felt stumped.

Long story short, Goodle didn't help.

My parents were out of the picture, so I decided to call my older brother Shimo. He lived on the other side of town, but went to Whimsy Academy with me. It was still quite early in the morning, but I'm sure he would understand.

“Hello?” He picked up.

"Hey, Shimo?” I spoke. “Um... this will sound a little weird, but I was sweating profusely last night."

"Huh?" Came his voice on the other line. "Sweating?"

"Yes, I'm sweating a lot. This morning, I woke up soaked. I’m a bit concerned."

"You could just be coming down with something. Maybe you should take it easy.” Shimo suggested.

"Oh no, I can't..." I sighed, "I have a big physics exam tomorrow, and I’m behind on studying.”

“Man, that sucks.” Shimo said lightheartedly, trying to cheer me up. “I know that stress too well. But hopefully, you’ll pull through. Good luck!”

“Thanks, Shimo. Well, see you at school.”

That's right. I was just coming down with something. I tried reminding myself, but I somehow just couldn't convince myself. This felt so different. For the first time, I thought that maybe it was serious.

But I never would have imagined it was the start of a world-altering pandemic.

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I was still sweating when I got to Whimsy Academy. At this point, it was just embarrassing.

"Hey, Joy." I said when I passed by her on the campus.

"Yuki! What's up?" My cheerful friend responded.

Was I going to tell her? I decided to try, but it didn't quite go in depth.

"I didn't feel so good last night." I said. "In fact, I still don't feel good now." I said.

"Hm, yeah. You don't look too good. You're all red..." Joy looked concerned.

"Yeah... well, actually I've really just been-"

But before I could say the word "sweating", the sound of the school bell began to blast over campus.

“Oops, it’s time for first period! Don’t wanna be late!” Joy said. She had swimming for her first class, while I had art.

“I’ll talk to you later.” I said to her with a smile.

"Okay! Well, I hope you feel better!" Joy waved to me. I waved back.

Little did I know, these normal, pleasant days were about to come to an end.

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Art class started normally. Well, it was as normal as it could be in Whimsy Academy. The professor was an anthropomorphic walrus named Stan, and we were on floor 26, where the school’s aquarium was. I saw three sharks just walking to class, and had to stop once to let a family of waddling penguins cross the hallway. My marine biologist friend Rhona loved this part of the school.

I was a bit late, so I had to sit further in the back. Wiping sweat off my brow, I was hoping to get through the day without too much stress. I chatted with a few other students and followed the professor's instructions.

Even on the cool, waterlogged aquarium floor, I felt I was boiling.

By the time we started drawing figures, I felt a little dizzy. I shrugged it off. But by the third or fourth pang of dizziness, I realized it could've had something to do with my sweating. I bit my lip and decided if it continued, I would go to the nurse on campus.

The pangs returned, and right before I decided to raise my hand, the dizziness got intense. I felt sweat streaming from my pores. I felt just as soaked as the aquarium decor all around me.

"Arf, arf! You look horrible, Yuki." Professor Stan blurted out. How nice of him to say. But I understood. I was so red I looked purple.

“Wow. Gee, thanks…”

When I spoke those words, my speech was slurred, and by this time I was frightened.

I barely remembered the words Professor Stan said when he dismissed me. I just remember his concerned expression, and quickly dashing out of the room, leaving behind my lucky pencil.

The nurse’s office was on floor 50 of the massive campus. I took the elevator there and wobbled my way down the candy-themed halls.

By the time I got to the nurse's office I could barely stand.

"Um... could I lay down?" I asked nurse Charlotte. I’m glad she was there. Sometimes her (evil) twin sister Madeline took over as the school nurse, and she was… aggressive, to say the least.

"Oh dear, sure you can!" Charlotte said. "I'm sorry you don't feel good."

I didn't know if I could make it home at this point by myself. Not like this. The buses home didn’t arrive until the end of school. So I decided to call Shimo, even though I hated inconveniencing him. But during the middle of the conversation, I fainted and my phone hit the ground, or so he tells me.

When I woke up, I didn't know what had happened, but I saw Joy and Amelie there...

So I’m writing a Pandemic AU and I’ll show you what I have… I guess…

It’s probably not so good, since I’ve never really read or watched any media about this topic.

TW: Death, suicide, many possible disease-related triggers, may cause anxiety if you are the faint of heart. (Like me.)

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