Cartesian Diver
"Ugh." Mr. Nightmare placed the chili sauce packet into the container. Dream was busy eating fries, dipping them in ketchup. He looked up at his brother and cocked his head to the side. "What wash fat?" he asked. The dark-haired teacher sighed. "You know we both don't use chili sauce, Dream." "You don't?" Dream asked after swallowing. "No. They..." he blushed and muttered something under his breath. "Huh?" "They...give me zits." Mr. Nightmare stood up and walked out of the dinning area. Dream ate his last fry and cleared the table. He looked at the packets of unused chili sauce.
"Hmm..."
He took one up and got a jug filled with water. He placed the packet into the water and it floated.
Wow!
He got a bottle from the plastic recycling and washed it. He filled it with water completely with water.
Now, time for action!
He placed the chili sauce packet into the bottle and closed the cap on tight.
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2
1
He squeezed the bottle gently and the packet went down to the bottom. He now had stars in his eyes.
Letting it go, the packet went up.
"Hooray!" he shouted, knocking over a bottle of ketchup, spilling the contents all over the floor.
Eep!!
He panicked and went to grab some tissues and the mop, but tripped and fell on his face.
"Hey, Dream? I wanted to ask if you wanted a bl-" he stopped in his tracks.
"Hey bro?!" he ran over and lifted his brother.
"Hey? Hey, can you hear me??" he asked. He looked at the mess.
Oh brother, what did you do?
He carried the unconscious boy to the couch and laid him there. He cleaned up the kitchen (Excluding the Cartesian diver) and came back to the living room with a wet rag.
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Mr. Nightmare looked at the clock. He sighed, closing his eyes in vain.
"Umh..."
...!
"Bro?" He looked down. Dream's eyes were now very narrow slits.
"...p...plane..." he said.
"Huh? Sorry?"
"PLANE!!!" he cried. He sat up so fast even Blue would call that crazy.
"...!!!" Mr. Nightmare backed up as the young blondie looked around him. "What's wrong?"
"My...my Cartesian plane!!" he wailed, trying to stand up but failing miserably.
"Your Cartesian- Hey wait!" the older brother caught the boy as he fell.
"Bro, you just woke up!" he said before seeing the boy flinch.
"D-Dream??" he asked. Dream just shuddered, Mr. Nightmare panicked, grabbing the wet rag and placing it on his face.
"My...head..." the boy groaned. Mr. Nightmare picked him up again and took him to the bedroom. He fished out his phone and called his assistant.
Du...du...
Du...du...
Du...du...
Click!
"Umh...hello? This...this is Alphys." came a sleepy voice.
"Ms. Alphys?"
"M-Mr. Nightmare?!" The said teacher winced at her yelp.
"Yeah...sorry for calling you when you're sleeping. I just...I really need your help. You do have a degree in medicine and biology right?"
"Y-yes. What i-is it?" she asked. Mr Nightmare addressed his plight.
"Oh my gosh! P-poor Dream! But...he's a-awake now, right?"
"Yeah, but something's wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"He took about half an hour to wake up. His nose - well, more like the higher bridge part of his nose - is bruised. He was very jumpy and aware when he first woke up, but now he seems to be very quiet and his head hurts."
"Um...s-sir...I don't know i-if you know this...but the s-symptoms you stated conclude to a mild concussion." Ms. Alphyss voice trembled.
Mr. Nightmare felt his heart stop for a second.
"A...concussion...?"
"Y-yes, but a mild one. If you g-get him to bed and l-let him sleep, it will be enough to h-heal him over a few days."
Mr. Nightmare let out a relieved sigh.
"Thank you."
"Y-you're welcome sir."
"Umh..." Dream's whine drew his brother's attention away from the phone. "Uh..."
"Ms. Alphys, can I give him painkillers or something?" the teacher asked.
"A-ah, you c-can't! It's still d-dangerous to do so." the young assistant cried.
Mr. Nightmare sighed. He looked down and gave his brother a pat on the head.
"S-sir...?"
"Yes?"
"It's i-important to check on him and w-wake him up for a little bit. Around every t-three hours. I-it's not common in mild cases, but if left unchecked, h-he might slip into a coma."
"...Ok. Thanks so much Ms. Alphys." Mr. Nightmare whispered.
"You're w-welcome. Would you like me to c-come over?"
"Nah, it's fine." the teacher smiled.
"O-ok then. I hope Dream gets better."
Click!
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Mr. Nightmare watched as the chili sauce packet rose in the water bottle.
So this is the Cartesian plane.
"I hope Dream gets better."
Mr. Nightmare stood up and went to the living room, grabbing some markers and coloured paper.
Me too, Alphys, me too.
"Ugh." Mr. Nightmare placed the chili sauce packet into the container. Dream was busy eating fries, dipping them in ketchup. He looked up at his brother and cocked his head to the side. "What wash fat?" he asked. The dark-haired teacher sighed. "You know we both don't use chili sauce, Dream." "You don't?" Dream asked after swallowing. "No. They..." he blushed and muttered something under his breath. "Huh?" "They...give me zits." Mr. Nightmare stood up and walked out of the dinning area. Dream ate his last fry and cleared the table. He looked at the packets of unused chili sauce.
"Hmm..."
He took one up and got a jug filled with water. He placed the packet into the water and it floated.
Wow!
He got a bottle from the plastic recycling and washed it. He filled it with water completely with water.
Now, time for action!
He placed the chili sauce packet into the bottle and closed the cap on tight.
3
2
1
He squeezed the bottle gently and the packet went down to the bottom. He now had stars in his eyes.
Letting it go, the packet went up.
"Hooray!" he shouted, knocking over a bottle of ketchup, spilling the contents all over the floor.
Eep!!
He panicked and went to grab some tissues and the mop, but tripped and fell on his face.
"Hey, Dream? I wanted to ask if you wanted a bl-" he stopped in his tracks.
"Hey bro?!" he ran over and lifted his brother.
"Hey? Hey, can you hear me??" he asked. He looked at the mess.
Oh brother, what did you do?
He carried the unconscious boy to the couch and laid him there. He cleaned up the kitchen (Excluding the Cartesian diver) and came back to the living room with a wet rag.
******************************************************
Mr. Nightmare looked at the clock. He sighed, closing his eyes in vain.
"Umh..."
...!
"Bro?" He looked down. Dream's eyes were now very narrow slits.
"...p...plane..." he said.
"Huh? Sorry?"
"PLANE!!!" he cried. He sat up so fast even Blue would call that crazy.
"...!!!" Mr. Nightmare backed up as the young blondie looked around him. "What's wrong?"
"My...my Cartesian plane!!" he wailed, trying to stand up but failing miserably.
"Your Cartesian- Hey wait!" the older brother caught the boy as he fell.
"Bro, you just woke up!" he said before seeing the boy flinch.
"D-Dream??" he asked. Dream just shuddered, Mr. Nightmare panicked, grabbing the wet rag and placing it on his face.
"My...head..." the boy groaned. Mr. Nightmare picked him up again and took him to the bedroom. He fished out his phone and called his assistant.
Du...du...
Du...du...
Du...du...
Click!
"Umh...hello? This...this is Alphys." came a sleepy voice.
"Ms. Alphys?"
"M-Mr. Nightmare?!" The said teacher winced at her yelp.
"Yeah...sorry for calling you when you're sleeping. I just...I really need your help. You do have a degree in medicine and biology right?"
"Y-yes. What i-is it?" she asked. Mr Nightmare addressed his plight.
"Oh my gosh! P-poor Dream! But...he's a-awake now, right?"
"Yeah, but something's wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"He took about half an hour to wake up. His nose - well, more like the higher bridge part of his nose - is bruised. He was very jumpy and aware when he first woke up, but now he seems to be very quiet and his head hurts."
"Um...s-sir...I don't know i-if you know this...but the s-symptoms you stated conclude to a mild concussion." Ms. Alphyss voice trembled.
Mr. Nightmare felt his heart stop for a second.
"A...concussion...?"
"Y-yes, but a mild one. If you g-get him to bed and l-let him sleep, it will be enough to h-heal him over a few days."
Mr. Nightmare let out a relieved sigh.
"Thank you."
"Y-you're welcome sir."
"Umh..." Dream's whine drew his brother's attention away from the phone. "Uh..."
"Ms. Alphys, can I give him painkillers or something?" the teacher asked.
"A-ah, you c-can't! It's still d-dangerous to do so." the young assistant cried.
Mr. Nightmare sighed. He looked down and gave his brother a pat on the head.
"S-sir...?"
"Yes?"
"It's i-important to check on him and w-wake him up for a little bit. Around every t-three hours. I-it's not common in mild cases, but if left unchecked, h-he might slip into a coma."
"...Ok. Thanks so much Ms. Alphys." Mr. Nightmare whispered.
"You're w-welcome. Would you like me to c-come over?"
"Nah, it's fine." the teacher smiled.
"O-ok then. I hope Dream gets better."
Click!
*****************************************************
Mr. Nightmare watched as the chili sauce packet rose in the water bottle.
So this is the Cartesian plane.
"I hope Dream gets better."
Mr. Nightmare stood up and went to the living room, grabbing some markers and coloured paper.
Me too, Alphys, me too.
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