EOFPE:L:FL This chapter is weird. Whatisthisidonteven-
Also, I kind of forgot how the housing works in Homestuck, so for the sake of the story, everyone is Hivebent. Pun intended. ;D...Unless all of their houses ARE called Hives. But Terezi lives in a tree...
ANYWAY! Remember, reviews are like air to me. If I don't get enough, I'll die. And I'm sure you don't want that. -chipper camp counselor voice-
John leaned back in his newfound home. Or more accurately, cage. He sighed softly, sliding off his clothes. He turned on the small faucet that was perched above a John-sized bathtub. At least these creatures holding him captive knew the importance of personal hygiene.
He closed his eyes, sliding into the warm water that had been dispensed from the faucet, and bit his lip. After all the external testing, which involved a lot of less-than-comfortable poking and prodding at his exposed body, John could really use something to lift his spirits and he knew just the thing.
He slid a bit deeper into the water, grabbing a bottle of Faygo (Which oddly enough was an Earth drink) left by the odd clown alien creature majig- Gamzee. He took off the top and let out another tentative sigh, sinking in to his chest, letting his chin graze the surface of the bright blue water- an odd color compared to Earth's clear water.
He took his glasses off and hung them over the faucet, closing his eyes again. And now it was perfect. He gently parted his lips, resting his elbows on the sides of the tub.
"You've got such a pretty smile," he sang lightly, tilting his head daintily to the side. "It's a shame the things you hide behind it. Let em' go. Give it up for awhile. Let'em free and we will both go find it."
He tenderly touched the Faygo bottle to his head, looking sullen, continuing the song. Never had a moment felt so right in his life.
"Step away then, from the edge. Your best friend in life is not your mirror. Back away, come back away. Come back away. Come back away." He leaned his head back again and took a swig of the carbonated drink, before resting his head against his shoulder, finishing the song shortly after.
If John knew one thing in life, it was that he was way foxier than Meg Ryan in the bathtub. But maybe that was just kind of an exaggeration. Well it relieved some of the day's stress at least. Some good old City of Angels roleplaying, and a nice Jude song.
Suddenly he felt very silly. He threw the Faygo and sat up straight, well with a slight slump. What was he doing playing out scenes from Nicholas Cage movies! He had recon to be doing! Well...it was hard to do recon in a small cage, but maybe he could find something, anything, that would help him escape. But he supposed a little more bath time wouldn't hurt. He sank back down, leaning on his hand with a sigh.
John wished he could at least let Dave know he wasn't dead. Not okay, but not dead. Maybe if he could get to one of those machines that looked sort of like computer, he could perhaps send him an email or something.
"I know why the caged bird sings," John recited lazily, his neck craning over the side of the tub, eyes closed once again.
"Why?"
John quirked his brows. Was someone in the room, or was he already starting to go crazy? He opened his eyes, met with similar dim yellow and violet ones. He let out a shriek, moving to the other side of the tub and covering himself up with his small hands.
"What the Heck!" he cried, getting the previous "violated" feeling again.
"What's a bird?" the creature asked again, rolling his wheelchair forward a bit. And yes, that was a wheelchair. A human. Fricking. Wheelchair. There was too many coincidences for this to be...a coincidence.
John watched the creature carefully, but his childish eyes and pleasant smile sent off a vibe that read no threat.
"No one can know I can speak, got it?" John growled, trying to sound intimidating.
"Okay," the creature said folding his hands together happily enough. "But will you talk to me at least?"
"I probably shouldn't," John murmured, sinking back in the tub to hide his nakedness.
"Uhh...wow. Okay," the thing said, looking at it's paralyzed lap dejectedly. John grimaced. This poor thing was so pathetic, he kind of felt like giving in.
"Well...uh. Fine, but if you tell anyone...I'll use my gypsy voodoo to melt your brain. And you'll die. Got it?" He couldn't believe he'd actually given in so easily to one of his captors. Nicholas Cage would be ashamed.
"I'm Tavros..." The way Tavros said this, however, was extremely amusing. His eyes were unnaturally wide. Fright was written all over his face, and he backed up against his chair a bit. He hesitantly extended his hand while staying as far away as he could.
John rose an eyebrow, smiling slightly before shaking it. Perhaps he could manipulate the others through this gullible boy, and maybe find out some information as well. "John. So...what's your race called?" he started, acting bored. Superior. Maybe he could send some fear into the other by acting like he was just waiting...for something? Rescue maybe. Like he was just relaxing on a fantastic vacation.
"Oh...uh. Well our planet is Alternia! And...uh...we're trolls." Tavros smiled widely, rather proud of himself, it seemed.
"Right. What am I doing here, anyway?" John inquired, acting very suave in his opinion. It was a nice change from his usual goofiness.
Tavros shrugged. "I just do whatever Karkat tells me. Or Vriska. Or Gamzee...Or Equius...or- "
"Okay, okay. I get it. You're low on the totem pole of trolls," John sighed and sank into the water some more. "This is stupid. I'm getting nowhere. Can you just let me go or something? I have important stuff to do. I have a family and friends, and I really really don't want to die. Not like this," he murmured with no real conviction.
Tavos opened his mouth to reply, put just then the door to the "lab", John assumed, opened and Gamzee stepped inside, turning on the lights and flooding the room with annoying brightness.
"What the mother fuck are you doing in here, Tavros?" Gamzee asked curiously, walking over to him.
"I was just watching the test subject!" Tavros chirped. "I named him John."
Gamzee bent over to peer into the cage, watching John with heavy eyes. "Mhm. Motherfuckin' weird ass name, my brother, but whatever floats yer boat, I s'pose." He stood up straight, putting his hands in the white lab coat all the trolls seemed to wear inside the room, save for Tavros. John assumed it must have been too much of a hassle with his condition.
Tavros smiled at Gamzee, blushing a tan color which struck John as pretty odd, but it was only natural from a different species, he supposed.
John tilted his head slightly. The two trolls stared at each other for a long, long, long time. And then they stared some more. And finally it became less curious and more annoying, though things didn't usually bother John, he supposed being abducted could grind one's nerves more than usual.
Finally the messy haired troll smiled mischievously and he reached out, perching one hand on the disabled boy's horns and leaning in to kiss him.
John jerked up in the tub, grabbing the edges in shock. He didn't know how "mating" worked on this planet, but it obviously wasn't as exclusive on this planet.
Tavros' hand shot out and he grabbed Gamzee's shirt, pushing him away, blushing harder. He turned his head, biting his lip with his fang-like teeth. "C-C'mon Gamzee. Don't...uh...you know...grab my horns," he whispered. "That's inappropriate here."
Gamzee looked like he would be irritated if he didn't have a permanent carefree look about him, but instead he straddled Tavros with his arms, moving in closer. "Why the mother fuck not? It's fine. Everyone's gone back to their hives." He let another savvy smile cause Tavros to blush.
"I-I know...but...uh..." Tavros looked over at John who was staring unabashedly by now.
"He doesn't know what the mother fuck is up. Let's make some miracles bro. Like...I don't even know. We're pretty damn lucky to be alive n' stuff. We should live life to the motherfuckin' fullest." As Gamzee gave this...very random speech, his hand was once again resting on the boy's horn, causing him to squirm to the best of his abilities.
Tavros let out a small noise of defeat. He grabbed Gamzee's arm, tilting his head into the touch. His other hand reached up to cradle the back of Gamzee's neck and his expression softened, a small mewl escaping his lips. But finally he shook himself free and shook his head. "U-Uhm...wow...this is kind of...we shouldn't be doing this here," he murmured, looking down in embarrassment.
John had to watch. It was for Science! To learn how these "Trolls" worked and use their weaknesses against them. The horns they all had were some sort of erogenous zone, it seemed.
Gamzee smiled slightly, nodding. "Fine, fine. Let's go back to your hive, then. We can watch Troll Winx Club together and I'll make us some pastries."
Tavros' eyes lit up and he twisted to look at Gamzee who was pushing him towards the exit. (A ramp was built to accommodate him since the door to leave was place on an arch of double sided stairs.
John sat back in the tub (now lukewarm). He tapped his fingers against the side of the tub, not really sure what to think.
...OTL I'm so sorry for this.
