The young girl ran down the hallway of the palace, giggling along the way. She is 2 sweeps old, and bursting with energy. This girl just so happens to be a princess who is refusing to take her bath for the night. What will her name be?

= Enter Name

(First Name) (Last Name)

= Continue running.

Your name is (F/N) and you are, as perviously mentioned, 2 sweeps old. You enjoy running around your palace and playing dress up. You have beautiful fuchsia blood, and a knack for getting into trouble. What will you do?

=(F/N): Keep running.

You continue running. It's not that you don't want to bathe, it's that you believe it's more fun to run around your palace instead of being washed by your servants. You run to your balcony and look over at the sea. The beautiful waves of the ocean crash against the rocky shore of the cliff your palace is built on. You can see the outline of your lusus under the water, and you want to jump off the balcony to swim with your lusus more than anything. But sometimes sacrifices must be made to better your development.

=(F/N): Walk back to your bath.

You decide to walk back to your bath. Your servants are waiting for you, and quickly strip you and place you in the tub. They gently wash your skin and your hair, and allow you to play around in the tub. After a few moments, you request to leave the bath and they towel you off and dress you for the day. Your beautiful long hair is put in a neat braid, and you enjoy the soft fabric of your dress. You are carried to the dining hall, where the table is set for you to eat breakfast. You eat your food quietly before you hear arguing at the door.

"I don't care you land dwweller! Let me in this moment or I swwear I wwill have you culled!"

You smiled, before leaving the table and skipping to the door. You tugged on the skirt of your servant who stepped out of the way and allowed you to see the young troll at your door. He was 3 sweeps old, and has made it is sole mission to protect you from any evil 'land dwwellers'.

"Hello Eridan. How are you?" You smiled sweetly and a blush crawled across his cheeks.

"I'm wwell. How are you, (F/N)?" He shifted his weight onto another foot.

"I am also doing well. I would love to play with you today, but I have private lessons. Maybe tomorrow?" You looked up at the slightly taller troll who nodded.

"Yes of course. I wwill return tomorroww." He backed away from the door. "I'll patrol the perimeter to make sure you are safe."

You giggled. "What ever lets you rest easy." You turned and left the door, your servant closing it behind you, and offering to carry you back to your table. You politely refuse and sit down to finish your meal.

= (F/N): Vomit in your plate

You musn't vomit in your plate! That's disgusting and if that is to happen then it would render your meal inedible. Yet, your stomach churns and you can't contain yourself. You open your mouth and call to your favorite servant before vomiting all over the table. Your stomach contents as well as some blood drips off of the table, as you are carried away from your seat. Your physician is summoned from his quarters and you are subjected to a multitude of tests as your body grows weaker and weaker. The last thing your hear as you close your eyes is the distant calling of your good friend.

"Let me see her! I need to see her! Wwhy wwon't you let me see the troll I am flushed for!"

You smiled before shutting your eyes.

= Be the Troll girl in 5 more sweeps

You are now the troll girl 5 sweeps later. You've grown since that fateful day, and you are finally old enough to be given a suitor. Yet, you do not search for one. You spend your days riding on the backs of sea creatures with your close friend Eridan. You've often asked him to leave Feferi and become your Moirail but he always exaggerates how important it is that he get close to Feferi so he may one day move into a more romantic red quadrant. That always leaves you laughing in his face, until you fall off what ever animal you are riding, and become soaking wet.

"Eridan! Come into the water and play with me!" You call, attempting to finally make your friend swim. He stares down at you, and shakes his head no.

"I wwill not! Wwhat if you end up being attacked from above. I need to be out of the wwater so that I can keep you safe." He looks away from you, and attempts not to blush at the sight of your clothes clinging to your body as you climb out of the water and onto the back of the animal again.

"Your loss. What if a sea dweller was to plan an attack against me? Then I would die because you wouldn't be swimming with me!" You laughed and attempted to push him off the back of his seahorse lusus. He held onto it's neck and growled.

"I wwill not go swimmin'." A moment of silence went by before he spoke again. "Wwhy don't you evver bring your lusus on these trips?"

"Because I have never seen her." You stated simply.

"Howw have you nevver seen your lusus?"

"Because it never comes out of the water for me to see her. She just kinda lurks. Like she's waiting or something..."

"Wwhat the hell can she possibly be waitin for?" He was growing frustrated and you sighed.

"Ionno."

The two of you grew quiet again.

"So (F/N). If me and Fef bein Matesprits doesn't wwork out... wwould you maybe wwanna fill that quadrant wwith me?" You stared at him before sighing.

"Eridan, sweetie, I gotta go." You dove into the ocean swimming as fast as you possibly can, to return to your castle. When you finally arrive there, the place is destroyed, and the cage that keeps your lusus close to your palace is open. You can hear distant cries of your servants, who are suffering agony, and you run into your palace sobbing. Lifting and tossing off all the beams you can, you save the few servants who are still alive. They console you, and explain that a young man riding his lusus shot at your home, before hitting a weak spot on the palace. It collapsed almost instantly, killing most of the people inside. Yet, the things weren't adding up. Nothing was. A tear ran down your face as you helped your servants out of the rubble, and sighed. You were in desperate need of a new home, and missed the sound of your lusus in your head.

I'm so sorry that I'm a terrible writer. I'm givin it all I got captain! I'M TRYING!