Hallucinogenics

Rosette could hear voices below her, someone who called himself Super Jay... and what sounded like the owner of the apartment she'd stolen from. 
"I say, this place is going mad all of a sudden!" said Seymour. "If Iweren't so crass, I may even describe the current situation as going`tits-up'." came the voice of the figure below her.  She didn't dare look down, in case he saw her, then she saw him anyway, although it wasn't as one would expect, it was the image of the back of his head as he was slammed into the ceiling by a pair of gigantic breasts.
She Screamed, and fell through the pipes she was laying on, landing painfully next to the now unconcious form of Seymour.  She heard a very loud crack as she hit the ground, and a rather large amount of pain shot through her ribcage.  She looked over at seymour, and down at the floor next to her, as blood started to pool around her.  She assumed it was her own.
"I'm going to die... I'm going to die.." she began thinking out loud, she couldn't move her legs, and only one of her arms, though why that would happen from a broken rib, she would've never figured out.  The hallucinogenic gas had spread along this entire deck, flooding her lungs with it.  Of course, no one else would be able to see the pool of blood around her, as it was just her hallucinating.  What she didn't know was that the gas had a tendency to make things real .  Things like the cloaked figure of a skeleton carrying a rather large Scythe.
She closed her eyes, and for a reason she didn't know, began to chant "theres no place like home, theres no place like home..."
Unfortunately for her, this didn't seem to have any effect, although the figure of Death did pass her by, leaving her to drown in her own blood...
"Thanks for nothing you smeg head!" she called after him, though he appeared to ignore her.
 
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