Riley Starr was not having a good day. Sure, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, but that didn't do anything good for her mood. No, if anything, it made her grouchier than ever. It was like the world was taunting her, mocking the female's fortune. What was so wrong, you ask? For starters, Riley was trying to dye her hair, touch it up with some highlights. But somehow the stylist mixed up the colours and now her hair was green. Green. As in Batman's archenemy the Joker colored hair. Obviously furious, she yelled at the idiocy of the stylist for screwing up so badly, only to have been dragged out of the store with a threat of calling the police. That really put a sour taste in her mouth.
Well, a few hours and an arrest later, Riley got payback. She got loads of lectures from her mom and stepdad about how 'immature it was to cut the power to the place' or how 'irresponsible it was to hack into their sound system and make it play Anaconda over and over again at full blast'. Okay, she didn't like the song either but the reactions of the mothers in there was hilarious. Needless to say, she was grounded for the unforeseeable future.
"Yeah, I get that what I did was wrong, blah blah blah, but isn't grounding for that long a little over the top?" She had snuck away her laptop, currently skyping to her childhood friend Percy. And no, there was no secret crush on either side. Percy came out of the closet years ago.
"Yeah, but what you did was pretty crazy, Ri." Oh Percy, you voice of reason. "I mean, yeah, dying your hair green was pretty bad-"
"-And threatening to call the cops on me."
"-But you could have, I don't know, demanded your money back? Threatened to sue? Those both are more logical responses."
"Psh, thanks Spock. Ugh, I hate it when you're right."
This was rewarded with a smug smirk on his part. "I hear hate but I know you mean love."
"Yeah, yeah." There he goes again, making her smile, cheering her up. There aren't many friends like Percy in the world, but if you ever get one, cherish the time you have together. "Listen, I have to go. Any longer and the step crab will confiscate my baby." Riley loves her computer. Bought with her own hard earned cash, she treats it like it was her firstborn child.
"Alright, alright. I probably have to get off soon anyway. Cute bob though. It suits you. And go easy on Brian, he's trying. Later."
Before Riley could retort in any way he hung up, leaving her alone. And so we meet our hero, Riley; the senior problem child. Nah, she's not that much of a problem. Other than her hacking(excuse me-programming) she's an alright normal eighteen year old. No bullies, no dark secrets, no mysterious past. She could easily be you or me.
"Ugh. Well, at least they let me keep tv." The female shrugged, closing her precious laptop and tenderly placing it under her bed before lying on top of her covers. Once Brian brought a flat screen home, they had their old box for grabs. So now she's got a tv in her room. "Oh sweet, adult swim." After a few moments of channel surfing, she had found her favorite program-adult swim, if you hadn't guessed. Already on was the giraffe in quicksand going through the stages of grief. "Pffft, this thing is great." She chuckled, getting herself cozy as she turned off the lights.
"Just a few episodes then I'll hit the sack." A promise she instantly wouldn't keep. Ten more episodes later, and she was fighting the sand man's call to dream land. "No... five more minutes..." she grumbled, making the big mistake of closing her eyes. Being that tired, closing your eyes means you're not opening them until tomorrow when you wake up.
Life on the outside ain't what it used to be...
"...Ugh, must've left the tv on again..." Riley groaned, battling her body as she tried to wake up.
The world's gone crazy and it ain't safe on the street.
"wait...since when did I have surround sound?"
It's a drag, I know. There's only one place to go.
With a groan, she sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes before she opened them.
She wished she kept her eyes closed. All around her was yellow buildings, with rainbows and robotic arms and top hats and rainbows. She wasn't in her bed. She was on top of the roof of one of the buildings. "This...This is..."
Back where I came from, I'm coming home.
"Superjail."
And that's when the panic kicks in. "Nonono, this is not happening! It cannot be happening. This is a tv show. A cartoon! A cartoon full of rainbows and sunshine and viscera and constant brutality...oh man I'm screwed." Remember the giraffe? Guess who is the giraffe now. That's right. This gal.
"Okay. This is fine. We'll be just fine. Just stay it of sight, don't cause trouble, and stay away from the inmates. And jailbot. And Alice. And pretty much every body. Just... Yeah. Hide. "
After a good amount of freaking out and then calming herself down, then freaking out again, Riley finally decided to take action. She looked out, scanning the area. " Legolas, what do your elf eyes see? hehe. Well I don't see any hobbits being taken to Isengard. Just a lot of cutthroat guys in...wolf and bunny suits." And so they were. Half of the inmates were pink fluffy bunnies and the other were wolves. "Pilot then? Heh. I always did think this prank the Twins pulled was funny. Until it went downhill. As always."
Soon enough, she witnessed the Warden coming down to the treadmilling duo, revealing his twist. Soon every wolf clad man was literal wolves, slaughtering the bunny suited felons left and right. Seeing it on the screen was pretty horrific, but witnessing it first-hand...it made her go pale at the gore. "Oh god."
The twins vanished on cue, just according to script, appearing who knows where. Where? The same roof top as the greenhaired protagonist. After all, those two have a knack of making trouble. They said nothing, giving a look towards her, then at each other.
"It appears this hiding place is taken."
"Affirmative."
"Cheese and crackers!" She jumped, whirling around just as they teleported away again. "Well that's great. ...those two are going to be a pain in my side, aren't they."