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It had meant nothing, really. No harm was intended, and it seemed like such a good idea. That’s why Thomas was here now, looking at some pills. Surely, they wouldn’t work. It was just too good to be true in absolutely any way! But, it was worth a shot.
Just some pills to safely suppress his morbid thoughts and compulsive lying. That’s all they’re supposed to be. That’s what they’re advertised as. Of course he wouldn’t get the anxiety ones, Virgil was already doing a good job all on his own of not pushing it too far. The other two, however…
He knew he should have talked to the others. But he also knew that in some way, at least Logan already knew. He was the logic, after all. And his logic had reasoned that this was probably the best idea. Besides, it’s not like he would be… hurting, the two Dark Sides. He would just be slightly suppressing the things that
were greatly affecting him. Plus, they were cheap! $30 each! You would think that would be a red flag, but all the reviews were positive. SO he could at least try.
Two weeks. It took two weeks for the pills to arrive. By that point, the other 3 had known. They all seemed to agree that maybe suppressing the Dark Sides was a good idea. And besides, it was too late now. In reality, it wasn’t, at least not when he had intended to tell them. But when he had actually told them, it was, in fact, too late. Logan, of course, wasn’t surprised. Virgil seemed slightly shocked at the idea of suppressing any of them forcefully, but other than that, seemed perfectly ok with the idea. Patton had the same reaction as Virgil, but was slightly more encouraging about it. Roman didn’t seem to care about it at all.
So, he opened the packaging. All the pills were designed to fit perfectly with one another, so that no matter which pills were taken, they wouldn’t negatively affect the purchaser. They also had this little thing about them. To ensure no overdosage, any amount taken wouldn’t reach the limit, as they would start to cancel themselves out if they went anywhere over the standard limit. How they were able to design them like that baffled Thomas, but he never questioned it.
The pills for the morbid thoughts came in a sickly yellow-orange colour, with a large, bold title so you knew what kind they were printed on it. There were no ingredients, or health facts. Only instructions.
“Take two a day, six hours apart from one another. No more, no less. This will not cause harm, but it is not recommended.”
The ones for compulsive lying came in a dark pink hue, with the same bold font and placement on them, the same instructions, and the same lack of anything else. Inside the box they arrived in, there was a little handwritten note.
“Take both pills at the same time for the best effect. Swallow with water. The effects will not be immediate, and will come faster and stronger with more use.”
Thomas threw the box away, and put the bottles away into the medicine cabinet. It was late, so he’d try them tomorrow morning.
When the morning came, he poured himself a glass of water, and took out the pill bottles. The pill bottles were large, and thick, so he expected big pills, but then he took out the pills, they were no bigger than his pinky nail. The lying ones were a strange black colour, and the morbid thoughts ones were white. He swallowed them with ease.
It took about an hour for the pills to work. Any thoughts he had about lying to stay safe when there was no danger, or any thoughts about becoming a danger for pure entertainment, vanished quickly. He was glad they worked. He wondered what happened to the two Dark Sides in that moment, but he didn’t see it as much of an issue. Besides, if it was a real problem, they would’ve come to complain about it!
Right..?