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snormynight · 2 years
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Okay I saw L*ghtyear last night finally and uhhhh Human B*zz is kinda... <3 <3 <3 hopefully someone gets me sjadbdbakshcndfm hear me out. its an allergy fic
The problem with living in a climate controlled environment is that it gives someone  hardly enough room to build up one's immune system. So anyone venturing outside is not only exposing themselves to dangerous predators, they are also exposing themselves to undiscovered flora. Their team is good. Really good. And as long as it doesn’t attack them first, any space ranger is fully capable of bringing life forms back to study. Buzz Lightyear is confident that anything that doesn't get to him first he will bring back to the lab. So when he set out on this scouting mission alone with nothing but a data pad, he wasn't expecting to be taken down from the inside out.
Buzz trekked the land alone, walking further and further from the shuttle that took him from the base. For a while, the terrain was the same they could observe from the windows, but as he ventured further, the land seemed to warm into a different biome. Or a different state of season. The air felt slightly warmer, but other than that, Buzz didn't detect any abnormalities. The only difference was that this part of the planet seemed to be in its blooming season. He held a gloved hand out as a petal wafted over to him. It landed delicately and he took note of it, flipping over his intercom cover. 
“This is Buzz Lightyear reporting to The Turnip.” He thumbed the bottom of his nose lightly. “I am currently scouting an unknown area on planet T’kani Prime. So far, everything has been observed nuhh…normal.” Buzz released the intercom quickly, palming at his itchy nose. He blinked in surprise as he sniffled. “Air is still breehhh…breathabl–hkt’chuu!!”
He let go of the button to catch a sneeze in the crook of his arm. Behind his eyes, a gritty feeling began to develop.
“ Eh, Lightyear? There seems to be some sort of interference. You said the air’s not toxic?”
Buzz perked up at Mo’s voice, blinking the grit away and pressed the intercom again.
“Sorry about that. Yes my readings are, uh, nuhh-normal… hh-ihKtnxt!” He let the button go again to pinch his nose after he made sure to get his sentence out. “It’s just a different season. One we haven't seen before. Something we haven't been exposed to.” 
Darby’s voice this time.“Just get whatever sample or reading you need so we can mosey on outta here, huh? I’m starving.”
“Okay okay fine,” he sniffed, his voice a little hoarse at the end. He wrinkled his nose again as the burning reignited in his nasal passages. 
“It…it seems thehhh… there is suh-something not agreeable in the-hh! Theairuhh! he’HDZSHUU! HaiiehshU!”
His cheeks flushed red when he realized he was still holding onto the intercom. This time he sneezed off to the side, misting the air. He gazed through bleary eyes at the sky and noticed the spores gently floating around him.
“Bless you” came Izzy’s cheery voice. 
Buzz sniffed, wiping at his eyes for good measure. “Thagks.” His nose was clogged but now seemed time for an update.
“The air has gone from steril to contaminated. I am unclear on whether the actual air quality has changed or is it because of this foreign matter.”
Darby decided to com in quickly. “Then raise your helmet, you idiot!”
Buzz stopped trudging along, coughing wetly as he heeded Darby’s advice. Right. Their suits were designed for this very thing. He flipped his visor over and inhaled a deep breath through his mouth, welcoming the fresh air circulating through his suit. 
What he forgot to take account for was the pesky spores that resided on the inner ring of his suit resting from their flight in the air. At his inhale, a few dozen traveled to the back of his throat and he hacked immediately, grimacing at the way it scratched him. He swallowed, trying to quelm it, but scrunched his nose as the fluff flittered past him. A tingle ignited in his sinuses and he fought the burn with a hitching breath.
“ih-hih! –Oh for the love ofuhh!--aishhhUUH! Hatstchuu!! Eishh! heh-hh-histCHOO!!”
Buzz hunched over, winded by the fit and opened his eyes, wincing at the mess he made all over his visor. He sniffled pitifully, nostrils still twitching, trying to quelm the irritant. He sighed wearily and realized his comm had been beeping incessantly during his fit. He scrunched his nose, wishing he had a tissue folded up in his suit as he replied to his worried team. 
“Circling back now,” he rasped, now a dripping mess. “Whatever you do, do not come out here without your helmets.” 
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