A person strode through a city, footsteps clanging loudly on the metal ground. The metal buildings rose around her, and a warm feeling spread throughout her being.
She felt at home for the first time in her life.
This magnificent city, although made of cold metal and freezing, was much more warm than her stark house.
She heard a slight sound, and her fingers tightened around her beloved blade-staff.
He was here.
She didn`t know exactly why he was in her city, but she knew that she had to destroy him at all costs.
He sensed that she knew he was here, and gave up all pretense of stealth, charging at her with his sword drawn.
She didn`t react, just breathed calmly, mentally preparing herself.
When he was almost right behind her, she whirled around, blade-staff catching the downward arc of his blade.
She broke free of the hold and jumped back, swinging her staff and catching him in the leg, leaving a deep gash in his flesh.
He growled, a primal sound, and lunged at her with his sword.
She side-stepped just in time, but couldn`t avoid his fist, which smashed into her face and sent her reeling.
He kicked her, and she rolled onto her back.
He readied his sword above her head, bringing it down in a fatal arc.
She rolled out of the way up jumped to her feet, running for the first building she saw.
He followed her up the flights and flights of stairs, until they had nowhere left to run. They had just so happened to have run up one of the tallest buildings in the city.
Both panting heavily, having exerted their energy during the mad dash up the stairs, they stood winded for a few moments, before he came at her.
The two dueled, one pushed by fear and desperation, the other a burning hatred.
Finally they were at the edge of the building, and he was winning.
The two locked weapons, and pushed against each other.
It was futile, he was much stronger than she was.
With a hard shove, he managed to get her off the edge.
A scream tore out of her throat as she fell towards the ground, and her blade-staff escaped her grasp.
Just as she hit the ground, Tragic woke up.
Her eyes flew open, and she sat up, panting and covered in sweat. She looked around, and noticed that she was in her house.
Already her dream was escaping her, but she the fear remained. Soon all she remembered were those last few moments when she was about to hit the ground.
Moosesprite was floating next to her, and smiled when she sat up.
Moosesprite: Tragic! You`re awake! You took a nasty blow to the head, there. You`ve been out for about six hours or so.
Tragic: Moose, what the fuck happened?
Moosesprite: Oh, our house was hit by a meteor.
Tragic: So... we`re fucking dead?
Moosesprite: No, because you painted.
Tragic: What the fuck does painting have to do with anything?
Moosesprite: *sigh* I have a lot to tell you. So, first off, painting has everything to do with it.
Moosesprite: You see, when you painted on the floor of the guestroom with that paint, it did something, and that something it did saved us.
Tragic: What the fu-
Moosesprite: Please save any comments or questions until the end.
Moosesprite: Right now, we are in another dimension.
Tragic raises an eyebrow skeptically, but kept quiet.
Moosesprite: There are monsters called 'Imps' in this dimension.
Moosesprite: There are these things in these dimensions, called the 'Seven Gates.'
Moosesprite: You must pass them to get to the 'Medium.'
Moosesprite: Then, from the Medium, you go to the core of something called the 'Incipisphere.'
Moosesprite: In that core, there is a planet called 'Skaia.'
Moosesprite: It is there you will discover your true destiny.
Tragic: You done?
Moosesprite: For now.
Tragic: Okay, first off, how in the flying fuck did we get to another fucking dimension? Did we teleport or some shit like that?
Tragic: Next, how the fuck do you know all of this shit?
Moosesprite: Um... I guess you could say we teleported, and I just do.
Tragic: Okay then, end of questions. Now where the hell is this gate?
Moosesprite: Above the roof.
Tragic: How the fuck do you expect me to get over my fucking roof? Not all of us can fucking fly, Moose.
Moosesprite: I would sincerely appreciate it if you could tone down on the cursing. And you have your friend, Daisy, to build up to there. All you need to do is kill some Imps and gather grist for her.
Tragic: Her name is Rose. Why the fuck can`t you remember that? And also, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck FUCK OFF MOOSE!
Moosesprite: That was unnecessary.
Tragic: I hope I at least got my point across. I will say whatever the fuck I want.
Moosesprite: Well could you at least try to refrain from saying the 'F' word? It`s a horrible word.
Tragic: *sigh* For your sake, Moose. Wouldn`t want to scare my Sprite off with my potty-mouth
Moosesprite: Thank you. Now let`s speak to your friend Petunia.
Tragic looks at Moosesprite, and unamused expression on her face.
Tragic: Shut the fuck up, Moose.
Moosesprite seems to grin, and he helps Tragic to her feet.
Tragic walks over to her laptop, and gets onto pesterchum.
Shit, she missed John, Rose, and Dave pestering her. But... why the hell would Dave be pestering her? They don`t get along very well.
Tragic decided to see what he wanted first.
-turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering tragicMachination [TM]-
TG: hey tragic
TM: ...D4v3, w#4t t#3 fuck d0 y0u w4nt?
TG: no need to be so hateful
TM: ...W#4t d0 y0u w4nt?
TG: oh i was just checking up on you
TG: we havent talked in a while so i was wondering how you were doing
TM: ...W#y t#3 #311 d0 y0u 5udd3n1y g1v3 4 fuck 4b0ut my w311-b31ng?
TG: a friend cant worry about another friend
TM: ...1 d1dn`t kn0w y0u c0n51d3r3d u5 'fr13nd5.'
TG: why the hell would we not be friends, tragic
TM: ...B3c4u53 y0u 541d w3 w3r3n`t.
TG: that was in the past
TG: so seriously what the fuck is up with you
TM: ...1`m ju5t 1n my "#0u53."
TG: what the fuck does that mean
TG: the quotation marks
TG: so you aren`t in your house
TM: ...1 4m, ju5t 1n 4n0t#3r d1m3n510n, 1 gu355?
TM: ...1`m n0t 5ur3 1f t#15 15 my #0u53 fr0m t#3 0t#3r d1m3n510n 0r 1f 1t 15 t#15 d1m3n510n`5 v3r510n 0f my h0u53.
TG: that is pretty deep shit
TG: well thats cool
TG: talk to you later
-turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tragicMachination [TM]-
Tragic shakes her head. Her conversations with that kid always confuse her.
Next, she decides to talk to John.
-ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering tragicMachination [TM]-
EB: hey tragic!
TM: ...N3w c#um #4ndl3 1 533.
EB: yeah some idiots were trolling me endlessly so i changed the name.
TM: ...T#4t`5 c#111 w1t# m3.
EB: cool.
EB: so what are you doing?
TM: ...1 d0n`t r3411y kn0w.
EB: okay.
EB: sorry i have to go.
-ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering tragicMachination [TM]-
Tragic blinks at her computer screen. Did he just... what the fuck is happening over there, Egbert?
Tragic is slightly worried for her friend, but shakes it off and checks Rose`s messages.
-tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering tragicMachination [TM]-
TT: Hello.
TT: Tragic?
TT: Hello, Tragic?
TT: Is that you?
TT: Why are you unconscious?
TT: Get back to me as soon as you wake up.
TM: ...R053?
TT: Tragic!
TT: You were out for quite a while.
TM: ...Y34#, M0053 t01d m3 1t w45 4 f3w #0ur5.
TT: I`m glad that you`re okay.
TT: Now I need to help you by building up to the gate.
TT: So go kill some Imps and get grist, would you?
TM: ...5ur3 t#1ng, R053.
Tragic yawns and rubs at her eyes. It`s crazy, even though she`d been unconscious for hours, she`s exhausted.
Moosesprite is hurrying around, killing a lot of Imps, or at least, that`s what Tragic thinks they are. Curious little creatures, with a jester`s attire on.
Tragic smiles lightly as he she randomly thinks of steam-punk unicorns running around in those silly outfits.
That lazy smile is still present on her face as she drifts off to sleep.
