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No Cure? Yep, it's a problem!



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"We can't possibly out of solutions!" Golf ball snapped, pushing Tennis Ball out of the way.

Tennis ball sighed and tried to calm Golf ball down. 

"Golfie, there isn't any other possible solution!" He replied.



"YES, THERE IS! AND I- WE NEED TO FIND IT!" She snapped, kicking a rock out of her way.

She has tried everything- she had DONE everything she can think of.

There had to be a way. YOU were depending on this cure- who KNOWS what could happen if she can't lift it off of you- it'd be her fault fr being so careless and-

"Golf Ball." Tennis ball's voice snapped her out of her slight trance. He was worried- very worried. His best friend- seeing her like this hurt him.

"Calm down- please? If there was a way, we'll find it- but for now- we don't know any way." He said, walking over to her and patting her head.

She let out a shaky sigh, closing her eyes and sitting down on the floor.

"This shouldn't be impossible! If we can make Liquid Erotomania we should be able to find a cure or a treatment or something to get rid of it! We n--"

Tennis ball cut her off. 

"You need rest- and to talk to [ Y/N ]. If we can't figure it out now we at least need to warn--"

"NO! Its MY carelessness that LEAD to this mess, so I'M going to FIX IT!" Golf ball retorted stubbornly.



"Our Co-Host is in trouble because they doused themselves in a liquid version of a mental disease that makes people obsessive over them, I know, but Erotomania is treated with rehab and therapy- not with components in a lab, Golfie." 



"OH SURE, LETS SEND THE WHORE TPOT CAST TO THERAPY, TB." Golf ball snapped back. Like THAT was going to help.

"Thats not what I meant-" Tennis Ball sighed.

"What I'm saying is we can't help." He concluded.


Golf Ball wanted to deny it; but yet again, he was right. Nothing is going to undo what she'd created.



".....so...how do we tell the co-host?" She murmurs, walking next to Tennis ball.

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Augh I'm sorry I lied this chapter's a filler for a few reasonsss


One of them being lack of motivation the past few days

Another being I'm currently working on writing comimissions (Prioritizing them atm)

So uhh ye

The next books will have actual chapters dw

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