"Hey, Festerrrr?" Blake called out as he walked around from a familiar part of camp. "You theeeere?" He said groggily. He felt more out of it than he was usually and he had a strange craving for something. He didn't know what it was, but he was desperate for it. Blake's skin color still hadn't changed for some reason, and the man was confused why Fester's powers hadn't worn off yet. Blake wondered what power it was, but it didn't make him feel good.

He had puked once, and fell a total of 5 times. Something in his system was reacting, and Blake was certain Fester's hidden ability was not a life savior, even though it had saved someone from dying.

Fester heard his name being called and shrugged as he turned and walked back to camp. The person he was going to help had no interest in his assistance. As he made his way back to camp he first saw blake. "Whoa Blake you okay? You look like you got hit by a bus. You should go lay down until my power wears off . . . " Fester got ready to catch Blake just in case he fell.

Aloevan saw Fester and ran over to him, hugging him. " Good. You're here. You need to go back to the caravan. Now. Mica is back. She's uh . . delirious? I'm not sure. I didn't want to do anything without you here since she still has a bit of grey skin left. " "What happened to you?" she asked, directed at Blake.

"Don catch meeehhhh!" Blake said wearily as he slapped away the blurry hand from his space. His vision and mind were foggy, and he couldn't see who it was. His system, embedded with organs and a special magic, one that reacted to different copied powers, was curious. He then got the sight of Fester, the handsome gray man for a second before returning to his horrible vision.

"Shushhhh I hear somethingggg" Blake said, looking at a tiny mouse scurrying about. Blake was certainly out of it, but his questions made him more curious than sick and ill.

"Festeeeer, your power...it seems like it's not so good after allllll...I know what it iiiiiis and you better tell everyone soooooon....." Blake lied. He had no memory of what so ever and so he decided to bombard him with questions.

Mica ruffles the feather of her chicken. "Fweddie~"

(Fester did you find a shirt yet? I have to go guys, goodnight T_T)

"Give me a few moments alone with Blake please Aloevan." Fester turned back to Blake. "I should have known it would have negative effects on you and Mica, I've been this way all my life so I sort of have a natural Immunity to it, but this is a whole new thing for you and Mica. Can you describe to me how you are feeling?" Fester seemed un-phased by Blake's threats, Fester knew everyone would find out sooner or later and had already accepted the fact that he would likely have to leave in the event they did find out.

"Duyummmm? I feel fiiiine." Blake stood up, and suddenly his blurriness was gone. His mind was cleansed and he suddenly felt more energetic.

"Hm? Symptoms? Uhhhh I used to feel like I was craving for flesh and stuff...I guess. Sorry, it's really weird." Then it hit Blake. His system, a natural detector for finding out powers and using them, hit him. Fester's power...Blake thought in his head.

"Your power...is it really involving the flesh?"

"You must still be delusional Blake. You really should lay down." Fester said plainly in a monotone voice. "Now if you would excuse me I have to tend to Mica." Fester turned to leave.

"D-delusional?" Blake played innocent, returning to his old annoying self. "Who, little old me?"

He glanced back at Blake with a slight glare. "If you start feeling ill again feel free to stop by my caravan and I can help you feel better. Otherwise I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell people my power." His words were direct, angry and slightly defensive. "Feel free to stop by anyways, we could probably use your help with Mica" Fester's attitude changed to his regular relaxed self, as if they didn't have the previous conversation.