Hey, hey! Welcome to this fic, crushy! Fur some reason, my furrst fic is Animal Crossing. Not even new leaf. Bluh. Anyway, I was sayin, Hello, crushy! God, I hate shout poles.
Okay, back on the metaphorical track that I shouldn't even metaphorically be on if I'm not a metaphorical train, this is the intro of Superstuck{outside}. Screw work, amirite? Nohohoh, this is the story of the aptly named Tungsten in the misleadingly-named Wild World.
Now, enough with my shit introduction. GOOOOOOOO!
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Your name is Tungsten. You've always wanted to get out of the suffocating hole that was your home, and now you will. If, of course, you make it through this interview.
"Say, I never caught yer name."
Oka-ay, this is a bit tedious. You want to just get out of the car and walk, but it's raining, and that's so impolite. not to mention a waste of money. It was great of your parents to hire you this cab, but was this the only one who went out far enough? They could have tried a little harder to find one who wasn't devoting his life to invading your privacy. Still, might as well get it over with.
"... Tungsten.."
"What's that? Tungsten? Fond o' the name Tungsten, are ye'?" The cabbie turns to smile at you, completely taking his eyes of the road.
Why wouldn't you be? It's... always been your name, right? For some reason you doubt yourself. I've had that name since I was born. That's how names work. But something about the way he says Tungsten gives you the chills. It's like he's given this speech a thousand times and has to focus to change even the little detail of your name. Ugh, you should just go along with it.
"Yeah. It's cool." In fact, it's an element.
"A strong name for a strong boy!"
"I'm not a boy."
"Me apologies, lass! You do smell a bit fancy for a boy. Yar, how embarrasing."
Yar? What does he think he is, a pirate?
"It's fine. Where, again, are we headed? Just, uh, checking." You seem to have some short-term memory issues. Strange, they've never presented themselves before, you think.
"Krypton, lass! But if ye don't mind me sayin', you're young and hip-like! Krypont's, well, kind of quiet." He stares at you again, like some kind of interesting puzzle he can't quite finish.
Krypton. Krypton?! Everything in my life is named after elements! Or... oh, god... it's a Superman joke. Oh, please, no.
You smile at him and say, "It's close to the beach. Oh, uh," You point out the window, even though he can't see you, "Isn't it time I leave?" You hurriedly push open the door and hop out, the cab having stopped outside a ''Town Hall". You wave the cab away and enter the building before you.