Indigo tears screamed down my face as i stumbled through the dusty caverns. My robotic arm was stiff from the dirt as i turned to see if anyone followed. Thankfully I was alone. Ahead I saw a small spec of light and ran towards it- but not before the tunnel collapsed with me inside. The rocks consuming every living thing in the unforgiving darkness.
White. White table, white room, white clothes, white lights. White skin. I looked over and saw an alien with white skin instead of gray. Who was this person? She had no horns and blonde hair. My vision became blurry and it was hard to breath. I struggled against the binds that held back my ankles and wrists.
"Who are you? Where am I? What is this place? Why am I strapped down like this?" I screamed as tears fell down my face. Drops of blue coloring the unfamiliar white shirt I was wearing.
"Easy girl," said the stranger injecting with what I assume was a sedative, as I immediately calmed. My head slammed against the table I was strapped to, and i heard my horns thud on the metal surface. "My name is Rose. We found you in a-"
"Ahem!"
"Sorry," Rose mumbled, "Vriska found you in the Caverns a few days ago." She gestured toward the troll sitting on the counter across the room.
"Vriska Serket at your service," she smirked. She had a robotic arm like me, but mine has seen better days, and a cyborg eye-actually she had 7 of them. "I can see we have the same style," she said pointing to my arm.
"Oh yeah. It's kind of-" I tried to lift it but the binds restricted again. Testing their strength, I used my nonorganic appendage to rip free of the leather straps, but it was weaker than normally.
"Why am I tied down like this?" i asked again.
"Protection."
"I'm sure i"ll be fine," I said with an uneasy chuckle.
"Not yours," Vriska said while making her way back to her perch on the counter. "ours."
"What do you mean?" I felt tears well up in my eyes again.
"Well any time you find a half-dead troll in a cave with a robot arm, scars on their face, and their a higher blood than you, you assume they're dangerous."
"As Serket rudely put it," Rose said as she typed something into a computer, "we did think you were dangerous. But you didn't help your case much. Often times we found you either screaming or flinging objects across the room in your sleep."
"But if I was binder, how was I throwing things across the room?" I asked quizzically. She stopped typing and had a worried expression on her face. "Levitation," was all she said.
