What's this? A fast update from me? Oh my God. That doesn't happen often.
Got nothing to say about this chapter, other than it's very short and kinda boring.


Are you OK now?- Chapter two

Tavros headed up his driveway, limping slightly. His parents were still out, and would be for a few more hours, which he was glad about. He wanted to be alone for a little while. Taking a deep breath, Tavros heaved himself up the stairs and into his wheelchair located at the top. Panting slightly, he wheeled himself into his room.

He'd wanted to achieve something, so he started with the most obvious- being able to walk properly. Tavros had felt he was able to do it, considering he had to walk up and down the stairs often, even if he did fall down them sometimes, but he had barely made it out his own driveway, before the pain was already unbearable, causing him to retreat. He would try again tomorrow, maybe then, he would get use to the pain and be able to walk with limping.

Tavros wheeled himself slowly towards his computer. He'd just remembered he had promised Gamzee he would be online today. He didn't want to get his best bro worried again.

Sure enough, when Tavros logged on, Gamzee was online.

termiallyCapricious [TC] began pestering adiosToreador [AT]

TC: SuP bRoThEr.
AT: hEY,, gAMZEE,,,
TC: HeY mOtHeRfUcKeR. eVeRyThInG aLl GoOd AnD sHiT?
AT: uHH,, sORT OF,,
TC: wHaT hApPeNeD?
AT: iT'S NOTHING, tO BE, uH, cONCERNED ABOUT,,,
AT: iT'S JUST MY SIDES ARE, uM, hURTING A BIT,,
AT: i GUESS i STRAINED MYSELF, oR SOMETHING,
TC: hOw'D yOu Do ThAt?
AT: i WAS,,, wALKING,,,,,
AT: oR AT LEAST,,, aTTEMPTED TOO,,,,,,,,,
TC: WaLkInG? i ThOuGhT yOu CoUlDn'T?
AT: i CAN, jUST ABOUT,
AT: iT JUST, uH, hURTS A BIT, aND i LIMP,,
TC: fUcK mAn.
TC: I dOn'T wAnNa MoThErFuCkIn' DiScOuRaGe My BrO oR aNyThInG.
TC: bUt ArE yOu SuRe ThAt'S a MoThErFuCkInG gOoD iDeA?
TC: dIdN't ThE dOcToRs SaY nOt To WaLk AnYmOrE?
AT: uHHH,, yEAH BUT, i DON'T KNOW,,, wHAT ELSE TO DO,,,,,
AT: i CAN'T DO ANYTHING,,,
TC: nO nO! yOu'Re A mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClE tAv :o).
TC: DoN't SaY oThErWiSe.
TC: ShIt.
TC: GoTtA gO. sToMaCh'S mAkInG tHe RuMbLiEs.
TC: AnD i GoTtA gEt Up EaRlY fOr WoRk :o(.
AT: tHAT SUCKS,
AT: i THINK i'M GOING TO, uHH, tAKE A NAP, oR SOMETHING,,
TC: ThAt'S mOtHeRfUcKiNg SwEeT bRo.
TC: CaTcH yOu LaTeR :o).
AT: uHH, bYE, i GUESS,

termiallyCapricious [TC] ceased pestering adiosToreador [AT]
adiosToreador [AT] ceased pestering termiallyCapricious [TC]

Tavros sunk lower into his wheelchair. He felt slightly annoyed, at himself, mostly. He knew, deep down, Gamzee was probably right. He was getting hurt trying to walk. But what could he do? He still felt determine to walk without being in pain. He tried to ignore the seed of doubt of it going horribly wrong.

For now, he would just have to continue dreaming the impossible.


Gamzee's stomach was making the rumblies.
That only hands could satisfy.