/snoot/ - Reed shivers story

from /snoot/ Saturday - Crazy Nights Edition
https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/59418015/#59418080
a talk about this: https://pastebin.com/7Cg1uq8g
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>Be Reed.
>As per usual, you're hitting up some carfe before the first day of school starts.
>You're talking to your pals as usual. Well, listening moreso than anything.
>They're used to you just nodding along and mumbling in your drugged stupor
>Suddenly, you swear you feel...cold?
>It's summer, isn't it? And carfe hasn't made you feel cold before.
>You don't think it's an overdose either.
>"Reed."
>"Huh? What's up?"
>Fang and Trish give you a weird look.
>Weird, you thought you heard someone calling to you.
>"Reed?"
>You look around at where the voice is coming from. You can't make out who it is.
>"Reed. Look at the human."
>You squint at the crowd. What human-
>Oh! There's a human coming up the stairs. Weird. You don't really see those around here-
>"That human will potentially be the most important person you will ever meet."
>"You aren't quite sure how yet. But you know that he has the potential to bring a great fortune to your friends."
>"Especially one specific pterodactyl you know."
>You feel...really weird. This isn't the relaxation you're used to when you take a massive huff of carfe. All of your attention is focused on this voice.
>You barely shake yourself out of the trance when you see Fang glaring at someone.
>Seems to be that human dude.
>They look back at you, mumbling something you can't quite make out.
>"Dude, I doubt he's all that bad. He seems like...a bro, you know?"
>Something about what that voice was saying lingers in the back of your mind.
>"C'mon. He hasn't done anything, like...at all.
>Trish gives you a nasty side eye. Ouch.
>"Why are you defending a random skinnie? If Fang doesn't like him, then that's that."
>"Dunno. Maybe just...like, give him a chance?"
>Fang huffs, crossing her arms as she tries her best to drown out what you're saying.
>...You need another hit of carfe. Something to shake off that weird feeling you got.

Had to get this out of my head after the whole "Reed shivers" thing.
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Part 2

>It's been a few days since school has started.
>Things have been...rough, to say the least. The last performance could've gone better.
>But things have been looking up! You've met this cool dude named "Anon". He knows his sht, like...about Fur Elise or whatever.
>And about some sort of cool gun he helped Fang make. Cool.
>The voice though? Not cool. Feels like every day, it pesters you about that dude in one way or another.
>You've been taking more carfe just trying to numb the thing out. It worked for a while and for once, you could get your high on.
>It wasn't until the group started arguing over bass vs guitars or whatever that the chills came back.
>Hoo.
>"Man, it's way more unique, you know? With like, two basses."
>"Aren't there like two bands that managed to pull that off?"
>"Just means there's a chance."
>A sudden cold wave knocks your mind out of order. You're getting a bit annoyed at this voice ruining your vibe.
>"Doesn't Fang seem happier playing the guitar? Anon was the one who gave them the idea."
>"Maybe you should go through with it. He seems like he's got some good ideas."
>"F-kin'...shut up already, holy hell." You mutter to yourself. This voice has been ruining your high this whole-
>The three of them stop their bickering about the guitars or whatever to look at you.
>Trish is confused, Anon can't tell whether to be concerned or annoyed, and Fang seems...sad?
>Uh oh.
>"Wait, wait, I..." You sigh. God damnit, you're almost sober.
>"Sorry, man. I think the guitar's better."
>Anon is the first to speak up after your sudden outburst. "What the f-k was that about?"
>"Sorry for bringing it up." Fang deflates, losing that usual mojo they have. F-k. Trish is starting to give you a really nasty look.
>"No, no! Seriously, the guitar is, like, really cool! I think it would be, like, better for the band. Yeah."
>The three keep giving you weird looks. Sht, how are you going to explain what just happened?
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Part 3
>Tell them a voice in your head is pestering you? Even you're aware enough that sounds like nonsense.
>"Sorry, bros. Just...haven't been feeling too hot. Didn't mean to lash out like that."
>You stumble out of the room, clutching the side of your head.
>You try to take another swig of your thermos to clear the headache you have.
>Every single time you see that Anon dude, that voice starts blaring in your head about him. Every single time.
>Something about him and Fang? I mean, they don't seem to hate each other, at least.
>"Hey, Reed?"
>"God damnit, what is it-"
>It takes you a moment to realize it was Anon talking to you. You shake your head, trying to rub the headache throbbing in your head.
>"Sorry, man, can you like...hang out with Fang for a bit? I'm not doing too hot, ha...ha."
>Anon pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a disgruntled sigh.
>"Okay, look. I get the argument was stupid. It was your band and all. But did you have to go that far?"
>"Sht, man, I know. Again, I'm sorry."
>"Fang's been beating he- themselves about it." Anon mutters something about pronouns. You don't really care to pick it up.
>"Look. I'll...let you get whatever's in your system out. Just, uh, sht man. I don't know what to say."
>He goes back to the classroom. God, you feel like sht for that.
>You shake your thermos. Sht, maybe this carfe stuff really isn't all that good-
>"Bro! C'mon, are you going to let some bad doses f-k up your whole mood?"
>What.
>Why is there ANOTHER F-KING VOICE.
>"Take a deep swig of that sht. Get that goodness all in your system, you'll feel back to normal, bro."
>You drop the thermos onto the ground. Before you know it, you're kneeling on the floor, hands on your ears.
>Maybe you should really should tell the others about this.
>You're going to go f-king insane if you don't fix this somehow.

I think that's about as much in my system as I got. Was fun writing.
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Do Reed and Anon ever bond over the voices in their head?
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>At first when he tells anon about them Anon freezes and Reed rubs the back of his head, fully expecting Anon to suggest he lay off the carfe.
>Anon actually looks like he's seen a ghost, before leaning in and whispering.
>"You hear it too?"