#i really wanna make the camp counselors or work on the shirts but im pretty drained from school this week so maybe anthr time

[cerubean]

im gonna go live in a few minutes not sure which family i wanna play just yet but prob the mancusos <3

edit: im live rn!

[prompt-master]

That Is SO Not Normal

@discorded-noodle-popcorn asked: okay it might be because its midnight and im like…dead…but i would kill for a fic where max gets the stomach flu but throws up magical items and Neil is SCREECHING AT HARRISON TO MAKE IT STOP BEFORE MAX DIES. Harrison doesnt know and Max is like…wanting to die. Mind freakers freaked my mind.

I wrote this in exchange for some REALLY cool art of my OCS and I love it so much

“Are you sure he isn’t just being dramatic?” Nikki tilted her head towards the tent were Max lay, currently digging for worms while Neil stood cross armed in front of her.

“Surprisingly he isn’t just being a pussy this time…he looked really bad last I saw him.”

Nikki paused, pulling a worm right out of the ground and dangling it in front of her face. She gave Neil a confused glance, “so you just left him there?”

Neil crossed his arms tighter around his chest, instsntly getting defensive, “I’ll have you know that that tent is a close confined death trap made to keep all those disgusting germs inside. No offense to Max but I don’t feel like joining him.”

Nikki shrugged, the worm now in her mouth, “That’s fair. I think? Or maybe you’re just stupid.”

“Excuse me I am not-”

Neil was cut off by David coming out of the tent, the tense smile he gave was all Neil needed to see.

David clasped his hands together and stood up tall, “Not to worry kids! Max doesn’t exactly look good but I’ll whip up some of my mom’s famous recipe for soup! And by my mom I mean that nice lady on the cooking channel”

Nikki shrugged, “I’m not worried. Max is just sick because nature is picking off the weak ones.”

David gave a small tsk at that comment and inhaled through his nose, opting for ignoring that comment, “but! Max looks pretty bad right now. Can I trust one of you two to watch after him while I’m making it?”

Neil leaned against a flag post, “last time I checked there were two counselors here.”

“Ah. Yes. Gwen. She’s uh…busy helping Dolph with his art. I say we let her encourage creativity while you guys practice independence!”

Neil sighed, “I guess I can watch him. So if he starts dying do I just scream or something?”

David laughed, walking away, “Or something!”

“That was a shitty answer…” Neil rubbed his forehead, really wishing he’d taken a better look at the brochure for this dump. He grabbed the opening of the tent and turned to Nikki, “You coming or what?”

“Me? No I’m not really in the mood for an insane out of the norm quirky adventure today, I’ll stick with my worms”

“Whatever you say…” he mumbled under his breath, walking into the tent.

He sighed, “Max? You in here-? Good god.”

Max looked awful. He was curled up in his blanket, hoodie off. His shaking fingers were tightly gripping the blanket for dear life. Little groans came from his restless state every now and then, eyelids so tightly clenched there was no way he was asleep. He was sweating, he was pale, shaking, and flushed, he was clearly miserable.

Neil came over to his bed, looking almost distressed, “What the hell am I supposed to do..”

Max barely opened his eyes at the sound of Neil’s voice, after a while of sluglishly slow scanning he locked onto him.

“Oh..hey Max..are you oka-”

Max groaned and lifted his hands up from under his blanket to dig palms into his eyes, “Good Hell you guys are so annoying.”

Neil crossed his arms, all feelings of worry instantly dripping away, “Excuse me?”

“You and Nikki right outside my fucking tent like a couple of annoying ass kindergartners who can’t sleep on Christmas. Then you let David walk right into my tent with his annoying voice-”

Neil rolled his eyes “Maybe you aren’t so sick after all. You sound like you can take care of yourself”

Max shrugged, rolling back into his blanket so that his back was facing Neil, “Whatever. Go then.”

Neil sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He just didn’t do well with sick people. He didn’t wanna get sick himself, fuck that. Besides Max is pretty bitchy and the last thing he wants is to deal with that some more.

He stood up, “Suit yourself. But since your sick I’ll let you have some of my coffee for just today.”

Max groaned, his body curling up even more. Worryingly enough he didn’t even respond, just shook his head miserably.

Neil frowned, “Yeah just…scream if you need something I guess.”

He turned to leave the tent, wanting to kill time with Nikki or Space Kid when he heard a nauseating gag. He looked back at Max to find him leaning over the edge of his bed and heaving. Neil froze up, eyes taking every detail in the few seconds before Max actually threw anything up. The way Max shook, the way his skin was an unhealthy color, his hair was flat and knotted, sweat ran from his forehead to his chin. Max let out another heave with the whole of his stomach, it sounded painful, almost stuck. And then he paused to catch his breath.

Neil ran over to him, his mind finally catching up to the situation, “Damn Max you don’t look so good.” Well that was a stupid thing to say.

Max groaned miserably, “some..somethings wrong get…hng….get David.”

Neil’s eyes widened at that. If MAX wanted him to get David then damn he must he dying or about to start dying. Neil put a hand on Max’s back and cringed at the intense heat pooling through the cloth.

“That is not healthy.”

Max glared at him but it didn’t have the usual strength to it, in fact it barely held any malice. He opened his mouth to speak and then heaved again, Neil latted his back at the wet sound from his throat, looking away since he knew what was about to happen.

Neil didn’t see, but he still hated the nose of it falling to the floor, of the choked noises made around the sickness. He didn’t look again until Max gasped for breath, his shoulders trembling, “Fuck man…i-im gonna die.”

“What?” When Neil turned he saw a familiar sight he did not want to ever see again. Ever.

At the foot of Max’s bed was a pile of handkerchiefs, cards, and even a rabbit.

“Aw shit.”

Max swayed from where he sat, climbing back into his bed and leaning against the bed rest. He looked pained and miserable. The back of his hand wiped sweat from the side of his face, still letting out pants for air.

“I don’t think David can help this one” Neil cringed, watching the rabbit hop away. The way Max looked dizzier at the sight. When Neil grew closer to him Max grabbed his shirt and pulled him close with as much strength as he could manage.

“Listen…listen here Neil. I don’t care how much this magic shit bothers you. You get your flat ass out there and make Harrison stop this.” He groaned, arms letting go die to being too weak to hold on.

“Flat?” Neil frowned, trying to see his backside.

Max closed his eyes, “Come on man. Don’t leave me hanging again please.”

Neil frowned, “…I…I guess I could but-”

Max gagged, choking up another handkerchief, “oh god…”

“Ok ok!” Neil held up his hand in mild panic, “I’ll go just…stay here!” He stepped foot outside the tent, about to run off when Max spoke up again.

“Wait can you uh…can you still get David?”

Neil turned, about to point out how weird that was when he saw his fucking miserable the poor kid looked. Holding his stomach in pain, eyes clenched shut and a whimpering frown. Neil couldn’t say no to Max right now, not when his tone was practically begging for help.

“Yeah Max I’ll get him.”

He closed the tent, watching Max melt in relief.

He won’t make fun of Max for this. Not this time.

After getting David, Neil burst into magic camp where Harrison was trying to master creating water. He angrily stared down at the empty glass he had, shaking it slightly. He nearly dropped the glass when Neil screamed his name.

He turned to him, surprise on his face, “Ah Neil….why are you here…?”

Neil lifted an accusing finger, “You know exactly what the fuck I’m here for you peice of shit eating cunt!”

“No…no I don’t..”

Neil stomped across the crappily made stage and got in Harrison’s face, “You better fix whatever the fuck you did to Max!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..” Harrison looked genuinely confused, still holding onto his glass.

“You and your stupid ‘magic’-”

“I told you Neil it is real-”

“Is going to get Max killed!”

“Killed?!”

Neil backed Harrison up against the back of his stage. Harrison, in his panic, created fire that swarmed out of the cup. Neil dropped down to the floor to avoid the flames while Harrison played hot potato with the now burning glass.

“Harrison what the fuck!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” He yelled, trying to get the fire to relax, setting pretty much everything around then on fire, “You scared me!”

“Well make it stop!”

“I’m trying…! Just…! There!” He chucked the glass as far as he could, into the woods. They stared for a moment until large flames erupted from the horizon. Neil stood up, dusting himself off.

“…that looks like a Gwen problem to me.”

“Uh..agreed. now Neil can we please talk like civilized people?”

“Listen up Harrison. Max is doing that creepy fucking bullshit again and you better make it stop!

Harrison raised an eyebrow, "I still don’t know what you mean”

“He’s coughing up rabbits for Christ sake!”

“Oh…the Mind Freak…! But I did not do anything…”

“Well” Neil crossed his arms, glaring, “He’s sick and you’re making it worse”

Harrison actually looked genuinely guilty, he frowned and sunk in on himself, “I would like to help but…I do not know how fix it. That’s…why I’m here” he glanced towards the raging wild fire in the background, ignoring the sounds of screaming.

“Well Harrison. Figure it out. Because I’m pretty sure at the end of the next string of handkerchiefs we’re gonna find Max’s fucking actual real stomach!”

Harrison cringed, “please don’t put images in my head”

“Then get it work before I kick your fake ass Harrison!!”

Harrison scrambled for his wand, where he started reciting different magic words with a nervous smile. Neil backed away, but kept his eyes on Harrison creepily the entire time.

Since when did Neil get so protective?

When Neil came back to Max’s tent, he saw the shadow of David leaning over his bed. He was about to kick him out, but froze to listen in.

“You sure you’re gonna be ok Max?”

Max grumbled, but spoke with a soft broken voice, “whatever”

“I don’t mind bringing you to the doctor. Honest”

“Shut up David”

“I mean it. And if you’re really that home sick I’ll do whatever I can do-”

Max groaned, the sound making Neil cringe.

It apparently worried David too, his tone grew softer but more concerned, “Aw jeez bud you’re burning up. You got sick so fast too…”

Max sniffled, “I crave death”

“You’re gonna be ok Max, I promise. I’ll even let you drink soda when you’re better. Ah here, look at this cute little guy” through the shadows Neil saw David hand Max something, but he couldn’t see what it was “maybe he’ll help you feel better!”

There was a pause, Max silent. Who knew what he was thinking. What did David hand him?

Whatever it was, it was the right thing to do, because Max then said, “thanks David…”

Neil sighed, he couldn’t interrupt this. Besides…looking back at Harrison trying to fix the problem and David comforting Max, he thinks he’s done all he could.

Now he just had to wait for Max to get better.