[ WP ] Your 11 year old nephew just ate 2 of your LSD gummy bears 45 minutes ago and you have to make sure he makes it through sane

*I'm Fucked. * 
 
 I glanced at Alexander, who was laying on the floor, now mumbling something about Cyborgs. 
 
 `` Hey buddy, I'll be right back, okay? I'm just gon na go in to the other room.'' I said, speaking more to the air, than to the 11 year old laying in the middle of the room. 
 
 `` WAAAuhhh? DIIAAuhhh.'' Replied my non-coherent Nephew, as I left the room. 
 
 *Holy fuck Steven, what have you gotten yourself in to? * I thought to myself, clasping my face in my hands, my back up against the door I had just stepped through. 
 
 Alexander is my 11 year old Nephew, and if you ca n't tell by now, something is VERY wrong with him. Alexander is about to start tripping balls. And I do n't mean bouncy balls, I mean straight dry heaving for an hour, light trailing, cold sweating testicles. Alexander has just ingested 2 LSD gummi bears. And not just *any* LSD gummi bears, oh no. Alexander has just ingested the 2 Needlepoint LSD Gummi Bears that I was going to use for my `` Ascension'' at Burning Man later this year, each dropped at 140 micrograms. Think super LSD. That's how **fucked** I am. *That's what you get for leaving your door open, Steven. Could n't have just closed it, huh. Now how am I gon na explain to his mom that an 11 year old tripping was nothing more than a ki-*. 
 
 `` WAHuhahauhTAHAuahaha'' Called Alexander from the other side of the door, releasing the train of thought that, expectedly, had stopped at panic town. 
 
 Water. That's what I had left the room for. Water, and then we'll figure it out from there. 
 
 It is n't my first time handling a bad tripper, I just need to calm down. I'm a frequent user of LSD myself, and while I had dealt with people tripping hard enough that you thought they were 11, this was definetely my first time dealing with an actual 11 year old. *One to cross off the Bucket list of `` Things I never thought I'd have to deal with'' * I thought to myself. Definetely beats that time I saw two nuns fighting a Rhabbi, that's for sure. 
 
 `` UNCLE STEVE, THE WALL IS LOOKING AT ME FUNNY'' Screamed the incapacitated Alexander from the other room. 
 
 `` I'm coming Alex, just wait!'' I yelled, at a near sprint with a full cup of water. I burst through the floor to find a shivering Alexander, sitting up-right, and gazing, in awe, directly at the several `` Trippy'' art posters I had on the wall ( for this exact reason, of course ). `` Here you go buddy, drink this, and let's talk'' motioning for Alex to take the cup in my hand. Thankfully, he was n't too far down the rabbit hole, and I would n't have to force feed him water. I've definetely done that more than once with a Tripee. 
 
 `` Uncle Steve... why are all the walls breathing?'' 
 
 `` Well, Alexander, you remember when you ate those Gummi Bears out of my mini-fridge? Well, those were meant for me, because they are dangerous if eaten by an 11 year old!'' 
 
 `` AM I GUNNDIE???'' Perked up the now frantic child. 
 
 *Great choice of words, let's scare the shit out of the 11 year old on acid. * 
 
 `` No buddy, they're just.... special! They let you see things that are n't actually there, like a TV in your head!'' I quickly explained. `` It'll last a few hours, and then you'll be normal!'' 
 
 `` That's... super coooooooooooool!'' he exclaimed `` Why is it dangerouss?'' 
 
 `` Well, buddy, sometimes you see scary things, but it's okay, I'm here, and I'll help you out! Now, why do n't we color and draw, and everything will be just fine!'' 
 
 What else could I say? That that amount of dosage has brought grown men to tears? My only solice is that LSD tends to show you an unfiltered, uneffected view on reality. While it does induce hallucinations, they are usually very mild, and are similar to a child's imagination. Most people think you see things that are n't there, but the most you usually walk away with is a different lighting, some trails, and a more open mind. I almost envied him, thinking of all the things I could have learned tripping at his age. 
 
 And then, it happened. Tears started errupting from the childs face, as he screamed `` NOOOOOOOOOO, DO N'T TOUCH ME!!!'' at a nearby lamp shade, knocking it on to the ground. 
 
 `` Alexander, it's fine, you're just... just.... dreaming! With your eyes open! Close your eyes, and you'll feel better!'' 
 
 That did n't work. The moment Alexander closed his eyes, he immediatly curled in to a ball, and started yelling `` Make them go away, make the faces go away!''. 
 
 I knew I had to act fast. There's only one way we're going to get through this night, and it was if I took him to his room, a safe place. 
 
 `` Okay buddy, come with me, we're gon na go to your room, they ca n't get you there!'' I said, albiet, pleading more than asking. 
 
 What happened next, I will never forget for the rest of my life. Almost as if someone had yanked a rope attatched to his sternum, Alexander popped up. From the depths of his throat, he released a screech, so inhumane, I harldy believed it came out of him. `` nnnnnnyyYYAAAAAAAAAARGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!'' the now airborn kid screamed, as he jumped off of my bed, and straight in to my stomach, knocking me down. Then, he bolted up, and ran immediatelly out the door. And then, silence. 
 
 Now, I do n't know if you've ever tripped with an 11 year old before. If you have, I do n't judge, but maybe your situation was similar to mine. Silence is NEVER a good thing with kids, let alone tripping ones. So, as I ran out, I came face to face with what could only be described as horrific. 
 
 There Alexander was, panting, stark naked in the corner of the living room. How he had managed to get his clothes off before I came in, beats me. But, things were n't getting any better from there. Not only did I have a naked 11 year old psychonaught to deal with, but now I could see his Mom, my sister, pulling up in the driveway. Only one thing came to mind. 
 
 *I'm Fucked*.
