Terezi awoken, eyes heavy, feeling just a bit light-headed. She had poured Faygo on herself while she slept, making her clothes sticky, and was tangled in her cape.
She got up, and looked around the room. It was empty. "Where is everyone?", she pondered.
Lifting herself up, she began walking towards the staircase, wondering if her friends had gone to the roof.
Her clothes suddenly felt strange. Lighter, cleaner, and less baggy. Looking down, she realized she was draped in her old FLARP uniform. "What?", she mumbled. This was getting weird.
She reached the roof, but no one was there. She advanced to the edge, and looked around. Still no one, but her cane was different.
She saw the cerulean splatters on it, and she felt sick. She knew now that she was dreaming.
She slumped down, feeling much too powerless to force herself to stand. She didn't even have the strength to hold back her tears. Why make the effort?
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Wow, you're such a wreck right now!", Vriska said, with a hint of shock and disappointment in her voice.
Terezi whipped around, startled. "V-Vriska!" she managed to say. "We have a major battle coming up, and you're upset about some dumb teen drama? Get over it! You need to get your shit together, Terezi!" Vriska lectured. She wiped Terezi's tears with the back of her hand. Vriskas expression softened. "We've all done things we aren't proud of, but we don't have a choice but to remember who we are and look past our mistakes, or we wouldn't get anything done!" Vriska said, before vanishing.
Terezi woke up, back in her Faygo-covered clothes, and stood straight up, making a beeline for her respiteblock.
She walked over to a treasure chest tucked away behind her recuperacoon, and pulled it out. Inside was her FLARP uniform and cane. She changed into the outfit, wiped the blood off the cane, and made her signature, ear-to-ear grin.
"Thank you, Vriska."