Hello, sorry it has been a long time since my last story, but I'm not dead! I'm attempting to do a real story with a plot, yay... So I hope you enjoy, and if you have any tips on spelling or grammar, tell me please. English isn't my favorite subject...
Note: This is an au where the trolls don't play sgrub, they don't know what humans are, and everyones alive!
Enjoy the story.
Tavros
"Go away! Stop!" I yell behind me. I'm running as fast as I could. From what? I have no idea, but it's big and scary and definitely it's not a fidusucker. I trip over a branch, twisted my ankle, fell on my elbow, then hit my head on a tree. There is a warm liquid flowing down my face from where I hit my head. I peek over my shoulder, checking where the thing is, discovering it is only a couple of feet away. I start to crawl, but immediately stop due to the pain that shot through the arm that broke my fall.
The monster grovel over me, its eyes glowing a deep blue. It raises one long furry hand with claws that look at least half a foot long. The red drool, I hope it is drool, drips over my face and on to my chest. It's horrid smile that reaches ear to ear with three rows of dagger like teeth. I hopelessly lay there and stare right into its eyes. I can't even scream, it was deluge by fear. All I could do was wait for it to take my life away. Its long fingers hold me down. The monster pauses, as if it is savoring my expression. Then slams down its hand right on my chest.
I wake up in a sweat. I look down at my chest to show that it is still in contact. Thank gog. I then look up in front of me, I see my husktop opened to trollian. Damn it, I fell asleep in the middle of a conversation again. Who was I talking to any ways? Oh, Gamzee. Hm, I wonder how long I was out.
There's a knock on the door and it made me jump. With the dream still running through my head, I slowly walk to the door. I didn't even open the door fully when something burst in and made me fall to the floor. I look up to see the visitor. It's tinkerbull.
"Oh hey, uh Tinker. What...are you doing here?" She flutters around frantically with a worried look on her face. "You uh worried about me, Tink?" She nods her head. "It's fine, just a bad uh dream." I bring her into a hug to calm her. After a few minutes, she stops and relaxes in my arms. Then I hear a noise signalling that I got a message. I let my lusus go and sits down in a chair to an answer it.
TC: HeY BrO
TC: ArE YaLl aLl uP In bUsInEsS
AT: yEAH,
AT: wELL UH NO, iM NOT BUSY
AT: iF YOU UH, wANT TO COME OVER, aND, uH, hANG OUT
TC: Aw sHiT YoU JuSt rEaD My MoThEr fUcKiNg mInD
TC: IlL Be rIgHt tHeRe
terminallyCapricious ceased trolling adiosToreador
Oh good, someone to talk to. At least he'll get my mind of that nightmare, hopefully.
I look around and see that my hive isn't clean at all. There's flarp costumes every where, fiduspond eggs on the floor, and dirty clothes scattered on the floor. Oh man, I better clean that up.
After what seemed like sweeps, the place is clean up. I was about to sit on down, but I heard a knock. I run to the door and find a clown with his usual items at hand. A bag of faygo and a horn. Despite the lack of energy, I smile and greeted him.
"What's up my motherfucker?" Gamzee says.
"Nothing really..." I reply,"Would you like to come in?"
"That would be sweet." He saunters in as I follow right behind him. "Wow, your place looks as clean as fuck, man."
"Th-thanks, I try to keep it clean."
Gamzee sets the bag on a table. He plops down on the couch, crosses his legs and puts his arms under his head. Then he looks at me. "So what do yall all up in wantin' to do? I'm down for a sick rap battle. That'll be mother fucking wicked."
"I'm, uh, cool with what ever you want to do." The juggalo sits up. His make-up looks a little smeared around his eyes and mouth, and he has green slime at the corners of his mouth. His yellow eyes seem to look right past me. He smiles, gets up, and walks to me. Gamzee is taller than me, about a foot or so, so I look up at him. He bends down to my eye level.
"Well, you up for it, Tavbro?" he ask.
"Y-yeah, of corse" I respond, unsure.
"Then give me a beat."
I smile and happily cover my mouth with one hand, making what seems like a fair beat. Gamzee smiles back and starts his "sick rhymes". We continued this for who knows how long, alternating positions. Then, we took a break, drinking the faygo Gamzee brought over. It was sickly sweet, but I drank it anyways. It was pretty refreshing after a long battle, which he won, needless to say, and the extreme flavor didn't bother me much. We sat down and talked, joked, laughed, and soon I forgot all about my horrible dream.
"Hey bro," he said putting his faygo down,"I'll be right back. Nature is calling my mother fucking name." He stands up and walks down a hallway, soon out of sight. I slouch on the couch, waiting for his return. I look down at the open soda in my hands. Thoughts of the past conversation run through my head and fill me with joy. All of a sudden, there's a loud bang, as if something fell, in the hall. It made me jump. I look in the direction of the noise. Hesitantly, I walk slowly to the source of the sound, gripping the half empty bottle in both hands. I turn the corner and see a lump in the hall. The lights are dim and sparking. Taking my time with each step, I eventually make it to the lump. My eyes adjust to the dim lighting, and my heart skips a beat at what I see. I couldn't believe it. Right in front of me was my best friends body lying lifelessly on the floor.
I fall to my knees unable to talk. I snap out of it and grab his body, putting an ear on to his chest. Relived, I found that there was still a beat. But a thought arises.
What if I can't bring him back?
I look down at him, still holding him loosely in my arms. I bring his lifeless body close to me, wrapping my arms around his upper back, tears now streaming like a waterfall. Uncontrollable hic-ups and unfinished words spill from my mouth. The rag doll in my arms use to be full of life.
I stay in the same spot until I could breathe normally, or at least until the hic-up cease. I look up to see a slight glow from my room, giving me an idea. I gingerly place the body down, wipe my tear, take one more look at my friend, then go to my room. I place myself in front of the husktop, luckily trolian was already open, and open a memo.
CURRENT adiosToreador [CAT] RIGHT NOW opened a memo on board i NEED HELP
CAT: gUYS,
CAT: gAMZEE FELL ON MY FLOOR AND HE'S NOT WAKING UP
CAT: pLEASE HELP
CAT: pLEASE
Hee hee, it spells cat
Wow that was a really short chapter...
I was planning to put this up at the beginning of summer, but I never finished OTL. (blame tumblr)
Well, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, ifyouguyswantanotherchapter, hopefully next week.
But knowing me, it will be longer...
~bye