The group had separated to think on what Dust had been saying for the night, leaving him to be alone when he did wake up again. He sorta saw this coming. Who would ever take news like that well? Now that he had apologies out of the way, he supposed that meant working to make it right. Make it up to them with the last of the little determination he had. Which meant getting up. "ugh." He hated work that didn't involve death. It was so boring. But it always used to make Pap happy when he was at his shift so he grabbed the bucket, stumbled along as he tried to regain his footing, and slowly but surely made his return trip to Snowdin via the ferry and a small shortcut that had him faceplanting next to his station due to his soul's instability and a shit ton of excruciating pain. After five minutes or so of laying there in pain from his magic use, he gathered some determination to get his as up and into his chair to do his damned job. Only to lapse into unconsciousness again.

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He woke up to being shaken, grumbling in confusion. It was Phantom and he looked worried. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED?!" He blinked, feeling sick then reached for his bucket to puke. "wha's it look like 'm doin..." He finally slurred as he wiped away some excess magic from his teeth. "'m gettin some work done 'fore i go." Phantom looked uneasy. "ARE YOU... GOING TO TRY AND KILL THEM..? MAYBE IT WON'T BE A GENOCIDE THIS TIME.." Dust shook his head slowly. "no point, too weak." He replied, leaning back in his seat. "W-WELL! TRY NOT TO SLEEP ON THE JOB THIS TIME! WE NEED TO HAVE AN EYE OUT ON THE HUMAN!" Dust was kinda surprised with how normal that sounded. Had Phantom seriously forgiven him already..? Or maybe he pitied him because he was dying. Yeah, that had to be it. Right... no. Dust may have been crazy, but he knew his brother, his REAL brother. Phantom really had forgiven him because that was the kind of guy he was. Dust really didn't deserve him. Dust watched wearily as Phantom marched off to check on his puzzles, a quiet sigh leaving him. Inwardly, he felt relieved.

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Dust tried to stay awake, but the sickness was hitting harder than ever. Of course it was, every passing moment he was loosing determination, the time was winding down. He bet that by tomorrow he wouldn't even be able to stand. He could hardly move around now as it stood, he could barely use magic without being in pain, he wouldn't be able to make the promise, scare the kid, or chase Phantom around as they did puzzles. "Sans." Dust opened his sockets and looked up. He'd done it again, fallen unconscious. It was Frisk. "kid.." Dust tried to sound menacing, but his exhausted appearance helped him none. "You look like crap." Dust rose to a stand slowly from his pitiful position that he'd ended up in when he lapsed. "so do you, your point?" They crossed their arms, unamused. "I'm being serious, you look like you're dying." Dust contemplated lying, but that was cut out when he started coughing harshly, once again to the point where he was throwing up. His legs gave out too, forcing him into the snow. "fuck.." Frisk peered around as Dust grabbed his shirt, heaving and in obvious pain. "i am.." He wheezed out quietly. "i am dying, kid."

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