Seeds of Discord (Ask){MATURE}

A lone ice cream shop stood in the midst of midtown. It had opened months ago yet hadn't had a single customer until now. In fact, to anyone who paid attention they would have thought that this shop was an empty alley just yesterday. Though somehow, it was booming! People walked in and out of the shop with a myriad of different flavors of ice cream. So many in fact it would make any other store owner's teeth grit in jealousy.

On the inside the servers weren't human. Instead it was a series of humanoid droids that moved about the restaurant. Those who came in to sit could verbally enter their orders. On their chest there was a touch screen where the customer could type their order if their voices couldn't get the right response from the droids. For those that couldn't stay there would be a stand in the corner that people could get their ice cream to go.

After a couple of hours the store had developed a line that wrapped around the block. Even animals had begun to crowd around the shop. Dogs, cats, birds, and even insects would begin to circle the building. Though they never made it passed the doorway, as if something was shooing them away from the door. The entire building was bustling with life, and the sounds of lively sounds could be radiating from the area.

The person would turn their head to see Willow standing before them. They opened their mouth in order to say something, but then someone came out. Once that person walked out, the customer she attempted to talk to went back in. From the small peek Willow would have gotten from seeing the door open and close the shop was packed to the brim. In fact it was so packed that one had to wonder if it was a safety hazard or not.

Though never fear the second person in line was there to answer Willow's question.

"Honestly I couldn't tell you how long I've been here. It felt like minutes ago I had just ordered a cone and before I knew it... I was back in line. Pray tell can you tell me what time is it?"

the man's face contorted into one of worry. Pushing the reporter out of the way he would begin running down the block. His words before his disappearance were, "(you know im getting really tired of your crap censors), I need to pick up my kid! Take my (No seriously go to *** censors) spot!" He took no time to answer the woman's question. Instead he would take off running. By the time the reporter would be able to open her mouth to make a response the man would have already been half way down the block.

At that moment a man would have exited the building and by the laws of something, it was now Willow's turn to enter the building. Should she enter should be greeted to the fragrance of mint chocolate chip, vanilla, and something else. This third smell was strange but alluring, almost as if it was beckoning her to enter. This smell would linger throughout the ice cream shop.

The shop was still crowded, though it seemed that everyone was to the side of the counter. They stood and sat eating their ice cream. Some were family members, others were complete strangers. The only peculiar thing about this shop was that the place was, the to go line was completely empty. Standing at the to go line was a man. He looked to be in his late teens and early twenties. With a scowl of a teen that has had to work way too much for a small check he would say.

"Welcome to Zxavier Y Don's Ice cream shop. Would you like your order here or to go?" he asked before pointing at the sign above him. "And before you ask, yes that is the spelling of the store name I think the owner's father had a stroke and loss the ability to spell."

Hans would at some point become relevant. He had actually been walking by earlier when he saw the commotion, deciding to see what the big fuss was when he fell asleep. No one would be sure how long he had actually been there as he had over an extended length of time been pushed to the front. Hans was lucky he didn't fall over or anything, and his body was just practically carried to the front until he was inside. Then he found a comfy corner and... fell asleep again. He was just left there. No one seemed to be paying him any mind, completely ignoring him and more concerned about getting their ice cream.

The boy sighed and began to make the ice cream. In the short moment before he could hand Willow her ice cream in exchange for the financial incentive, a piercing scream permeated through the building. If Willow would look over she would see a woman on her knees clutching her stomach. After another scream she would begin vomiting. The rainbow colored fluid would splatter on the floor. The boy sighed, and would disappeared into the back of the store.

Though the woman wasn't alone. Soon customer after customer began to do the same, until the floor was covered in a flood of rainbow colored fluid. The sounds of groans as people slowly evacuated their favorite frozen treats before falling into the rainbow discharge. The robotic droids weren't spared from the fluid though as they would slip and fall, becoming pretty much useless within the building.

The people outside, the ones that had been inside the shop before had also begun their trip on the vomit comet. Purging their sugary snacks all over the pavement. Even a lone father who went to pick up his child had begun to vomit the rainbow gunk all over his car and his kid. Though shockingly enough with all the stomach fluid the alluring smell didn't seem to weaken, it grew stronger.

Hans would obviously wake up at the sound of screaming, though his reaction wasn't... really urgent as he stood up as people started to barf everywhere. He hopped onto the to go counter to avoid his shoes getting filthy as he surveyed the scene. Hans had no idea what was going on, which wasn't weird when he had been asleep for the entire time until now. People were barfing rainbows, he had to pinch himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. "Ice cream shop, robotic servers, more customers then 'happy hour' at DD's, and people barfing sweet smelling barf," Hans made a mental note as he briefly wondered what was at work here.

But he had no intention of doing anything about it right now and so instead made himself more comfortable on the to go counter.

((So after a little deliberation, I decided to add the mature tag to this thread, not because of language/sex/nudity but I feel like I need to add that reader discretion is advised cause im about to use all of that pg13 rating! Wait... it means no gory details...dang it ))

The girl who attempted to enter the backdoor would find it locked, initially. Though after a couple of seconds the door would unlock almost automatically. As if someone was allowing her to enter the building. She would make her way through the back of the store. Upon entering she would be in a single room that led out to the lobby. There were no other doors or other entrances. If she was attentive enough she would notice something very strange. The entire back area was bare, except for a couple of tools, scraps of dismantled animatronics, and paper containers. In fact there was no cold storage or cooler to speak of.

On the inside while the girl was busy changing into her suit. The lovely people of jump had finally finished vomiting and had begun convulsing uncontrollably. Men, Woman, and children without discrimination had started to have what looked to be a simultaneous seizures. Even the people outside weren't spared from the strange dance as they collapsed to the floor and began to convulse. People walking by would look to see the outer line patrons wanting to enter the shop lay on the ground in agony. These people froze in horror and simply watched as the customers convulsed on the ground.

The few who didn't would pull out their phones. Though it wasn't to call an ambulance but to start recording for their blogs. Cause someone else would call emergency services, right? The boy who had been serving the ice cream however was gone. Though he entered the back, by the time Willow had busted into the building the boy was nowhere to be found. It made one wonder had he actually been there at all. Only indication of his presence now was the small cup of ice cream that had been left in one of the trays.. The last scoop.

Hans would continue napping if not for the obnoxious sweet smell from rainbow barf. It was making it really hard to fall back asleep, so he decided to actually do something productive. He had alittle cup of ice cream, and some robots. "Welp. Let's see what you guys are," Hans yawned, wrapping a robot in his TK field and moving it over to a spot behind the counter where there was no barf. He would then hop off and start examining it closely, making a note of everything.

After receiving a call, the operator began to scramble to get the info that she needed. Usually protocol was to keep the person who called on line to make sure they got everything. Though since the caller was in a hurry they hung up before the operator could get everything. So far all they had was mass seizure case and half a location. Either way the person made the proper calls and sighed. They were gonna hate to see how this was gonna turn up on the news. In the back of the ice cream shop, Willow had decided to look for the young man by listening.

Though it would be faint, she would be able to hear a small muffled buzzing sound through the loud music that blared through the shop and the sounds of the customers flailing on the floor. It seemed to be right under her feet. The sound was just faint enough that someone whose hearing was outside the natural human realm would notice. Not only that due to her enhanced hearing she could tell something was under her feet, and it wasn't very deep in the floor boards. In fact from the way the humming bounced around, it almost sounded like there was an echo coming from the floorboards. Should she decide to look around under her feet, she would notice a small handle that seemed to be attached to the hatch.

However in the front of the store, a robot had been caught and placed on the counter. The droid had not been designed to get itself out of such situations so all it could do was spin it's track and do the same motions that it had done when it was upright. The man who placed this robot in this precarious position had also decided to take the last cup of ice cream while attempting to study it. Laying on the counter, the only thing that really was apparent from the outer appearance was the screen on it's chest which displayed the usual interface to take the customer's orders. Originally what it would do when it got the customer's orders was it would go into the back and come out with their ice cream. Though now that it was on its back, all it could do was struggle. This was all the information that could be gained from the robot without cracking the droid open. The ice cream however looked, smelled, felt, and probably tasted like ice cream. Though this would be all one could tell from a first glance.

However far from the ice cream shop, a man would make his way towards a school. It had been a long day for him. After standing in line all day and being told he was late to pick up his kid, he finally made it to his destination. Walking in, he waited on a park bench for his kid to run out to the car. Though as he sat there he could feel his breathing getting heavy, and his chest was beginning to hurt. With his breaths getting heavier and heavier he would begin to struggle to open the door. His heart beat began pounding heavier and heavier as he struggled open the dang lock. A young boy would come out of his school to see a crowd gather around a familiar car. Running up to it he would see a familiar man laid out on the ground.

"Dad?"

The boy would run over and attempt to perform first aid, but he knew instantly that it would be pointless. His father's heart beat had stopped.