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The infection had been going on for about around a year. Due and Goth had been on the run through the Multiverse to avoid infecteds. Goth's scythe was slicing through any that dared to attempt to hurt her or her girlfriend. Due's focus wasn't combat, but was a cure. Her family had a similar goal, but was split up like most families. Most safe houses had been invaded and so survivors hadn't bothered to make anymore.
But apparently neither were careful enough. A few months into the next year of the infection, both Due and Goth begun to feel ill. They both assumed the worse and as it got worse it was more and more clear. They were infected. Both of them. Due had a promising lead with a cure. It had written the recipe down and had a vial of it. Just one vial could heal one person. Goth meanwhile, was cleaning and sharpening their scythe again.
"Dove..." Goth looked up as the nickname spilled from Due's mouth. Her voice weak as ever.
"Yeah Baby girl?" The nickname was familiar and comfortable to Due, it comforted it.
"So I found a recipe that will most likely work..." Goth perks up.
"Oh great! So you drink it and when you're more sane make one for me!"
"No.... You should drink it.... You're the fighter and will be a Goddess when this is over...."
"Okay then, but you should make one for you baby!" Goth had a horrible feeling in her stomach about this.
"No... Neither of us will live long without it.... And the plants for it are too hard to find...." Due looked down.
"I'm not going to let you die or kill you baby"
"But you need too..! I'll try to hurt you and probably infect you again...! Give the recipe to my family so they can cure everyone...! I won't be curable after a week... So kill me...!" Due was closer to Goth now, who was getting emotional and fighting back tears.
"No baby! I won't!"
"Then I'll do it myself..." It pushes the vial into Goth's free hand.
"No you won't! Stars baby, please don't do this..." Goth tried to give the vial back to Due. She refused it.
"No... Goth this is needed... You can keep my dust in a vial..."
"Due...."
Before Goth could fight back more Due inhaled herself on Goth's scythe. Dying barely a minute later. Her body dusts and Goth falls apart. Sobbing, she drinks the cure and packs up after calming down.
They begin to head to Underfell, hoping Due's family is still there. A vial of it's dust around their neck.