This chapter hella glitchy.

"You have killed me business, I suppose." The innkeeper's wife sighs, "Giving all my customers a horrible sickness. The audacity. Your mind, insane luv."

"Oh fuck. Are you all right Mrs?" Frici asks, being the one assigned to return the key while the others were outside loading the wagon.

"Aye, thou hast not plagued me yet." The innkeeper's wife grins, "I'm fit as a fiddle."

"Dum dum, diddle. Was that ye olde Abba reference?" Frici grins back, teeth glinting in the thick, candlelit air of the inn.

"No."

"Oh," Frici frowns awkwardly. She looks around the room before coughing into her hand. Staring into the Innkeeper's wife's eyes as she rubbed the coughed up hand all over the other woman's face, " Whoops. Thou hast been plagued... Bet."

"Fri?" Amalthea asks, appearing in the doorway of the inn like a shadow, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Captain! Just coming actually, are we all ready to leave?" Frici continues to grin, meeting the brunette at the door before they both leave.

The Innkeepers wife watched the room spin as the ginger leaves. Coughing into her own hand with horror. What a speedy death she'd have if that was the infection rate.

Spooky stuff.

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You lean your head back into Gale's lap, closing your eyes as Amalthea begins to drive the wagon along the old dirt road. You'd been travelling for a couple of hours when you'd decided to switch out.

"How are you doing, fair lady?" Gale asks, light as air earrings dancing in the wind. Her eyes look down at you with coppery warmth.

"Hm, I'm alright," You whisper, tired but ok. "Can you tell me what Bartholomew meant back at the inn? What any of you meant?"

"Fair lady I think it's best if you rest," Gale cringes slightly turning to look at the open landscape they were passing through.

"I'm serious," You reach up and hold her jaw, turning her back to face you, "What's the black death?"

You hear Frici choke in the front of the wagon, the sigh Amalthea lets out as she has to loudly pat the red heads back. The wind remains all the same.

"Erm, well. I suppose I must." Gale blinks slightly, "We are the black death. Not humans. Vessels of disease that were placed on this Earth to wipe out millions of medieval people. We are the first case, the spark on a dry forest floor. Humans shall fall to the plague and only we will remain."

"Oh."

"There's more to it than that, sweet lady. We may be beings built to destroy but at least allow us the privilege of being interesting." Amalthea says from the front.

"Hm, that's right. Listen (Y/N), we are all the same disease but we are not all the same!" You can practically hear Frici's grin as she speaks, "Actually that's kind of riddle-y."

"What they mean is that we were all sent to spread this disease in the name of different things. I am here on behalf of the air, corrupted by your human waste. My boss Miasma stuck me on a boat in China with these idiots." Gale says, clearing up very little of the clouds forming in your mind.

"I was sent by this super popular God fellow, not to brag or anything. Guess you could call my good looks divine intervention!" Frici announces proudly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm here because a bunch of planets have aligned for the first time in hundreds of years. Special things happen when the stars look upon the Earth." Amalthea says and then with common sense, "Are you taking all this okay, (Y/N)?"

"Um," You blink slightly, processing the information as Gale strokes your head, "No."

You bolt up and jump off the wagon, rolling about in the wagon before running off in the direction you'd just come from.

Amalthea stops the carriage, the three of them awkwardly watching as you disappear over the horizon.

"Gaslight, gatekeep, girl boss." Gale sighs, crossing her arms and leaning back into the carriage.

"We messed up y'all." Frici sighs rubbing her face with her hands, "Welp if she can't love us as we are-"

"We're gonna have to get her." Amalthea says firmly, her two crew members whirling round to look at her, "If she goes back to the inn or the village she'll catch the plague."

"Fuck."