-all of Cairo's furniture is now on the ceiling and the window is showing a storm raging outside-
-even though it's sunny out of any other window-
-Cairo is tightly holding onto the corners of her bed sheet in shock of the sudden rearrangement-
Shit, don't fall don't fall don't fall...
-Slendy is standing in one corner of the room, looking at her, with a red handkerchief held up to his 'face'-
All our wishes can come true-Cairo looks over at Auds-
What does it look like?!
-she manages to cling onto her bed-
-Slim tries to back up into a corner but his mouth cracks open and he starts inhaling-
Ah...Ahhh...
-it sounds more like growls than intakes of breath-
Achoo!
-the room, well, glitches out would be a good way to put it, and now the bed is in the middle of the room, with Cairo laying under it-
-she looks very stunned-
-Slim gently lifts up the end of the bed so Cairo can crawl out from under it-
All our wishes can come true-Cairo sticks her tongue out at Slim-
Very mature. sniff
How did you even catch a cold in the first place?
Don't think it is a cold... Nothing so hu-he-huaaaaa-sniff- huma-ACHOO!
-that one caught him by surprise-
-the room glitches and the light bulbs are now emitting... dark?-
-guess they're dark bulbs now-
Not sure we have any medicine here.... I didn't think Fears got sick...
All our wishes can come true-Cairo begins searching through the cabinets for a thermometer-
Why am I even doing this, does he even have a body temp? Should I be worried if it's below zero? God...
Rahh...Rahhhh...
-Cairo freezes as she searches for the best place to hide-
-Slim winces and then sneezes several times-
Rahh...RESHOO!
-by the time he's done with his sneezing fit the room has gone through many graphical changes-
-the lights look like a broken computer screen and the walls seem to be painted in vantablack-
Am I dead? Am I dead yet?
All our wishes can come true-shrugs- Not sure.
Look for a boy named Johnny Rodger- with a fairy called Aelfi. One of the hostages is their friend, Vasilios Mc Ginnis- a Werewolf.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

(cairo's door slooooowly opens)
I apologize. There is no need to be alarmed. I am Eliza, the second care-oriented artificial intelligence unit.