Late night, she on fire
Calling me from numbers I don't recognize
Wonderin' if there's somebody else in the room
She say that I'm crazy, nah baby it's you
Shows up, to fill 'er cup
I know all she wants is just to get my love
I wish we could be just like Johnny and June
She cut out my heart and left me in the room.
The girl was fifteen, with tanning skin bare of freckles. She had long blonde hair falling in waves to her shoulders. She wore a purple sparkly tube top, black skinny leather jeans, and biker boots. Darkened sunglasses covered her eyes.
She walked into a lone shop on the street. Maybe it was the time of day that nobody was visiting, or maybe all the more popular shops surrounding it. Or maybe some latent human instinct to avoid predators had kicked in.
As she walked into the empty shop, a sales clerk walked up to her.
"Hello! Welcome to Angry Mouse Movie Rentals." The salesclerk greeted. He was a lanky boy- not doubt just over 18, those his squeaky voice implied he'd only just started puberty.
Still the girl smiled softly. "Wow." She glanced at his name tag. She giggled under her voice- the kind you do for an inside joke. "Rob...assistant manager?"
Now the clerk's smile was honest.
"You must be good at your job." The girl soothed, smiling at the salesclerk.
The boy bashfully looked down, smiling at the praise from a hot girl. He hesitantly raised his gaze back to her. "Yeah, I guess."
The girl's smile shifted. So subtle, the boy blinked and missed it. It was more smug now. She pulled a switchblade out of her pocket.
"Put all the money from the register in the purse. And the safe in the back while were at it." She ordered, smiling sweetly.
The clerk blinked in shock.
"Oh and don't call for help." The girl scoffed in a tone so annoyed she had to be rolling her eyes. She flipped open the switchblade, pointing it towards the boy. "I'd hate to have to cut this short."
The salesclerk nodded. He ran off to the register.
The girl trailed after him, glancing around the aisles of movie rentals. She observed his reflection in the plastic casing of a DVD.
"Calling for help includes the police." She pointed out to him. She raised her knife, tubing it along the metal rack for the DVD's. "It's be really annoying if I had to cut you off."
The boy choked on a sob. He put the phone back on the receiver. He wasn't willing to die.
He opened the register.
And I know I, I should quit her
And I'd do it if I could
She a hot mess, but I confess
Damn, she got me good!
==TTI==
'Cause I love them bad girls doing bad things
Lookin' hot with an attitude
Love them bad girls like a bad dream
Shouldn't want them, but I do
The blonde tightened her hold on the woman's arm. "Keep walking. I'm taking your purse."
The woman turned to glare. "Now see here-"
That's when she felt the small knife poking at her side. Not even to pierce, but close enough that she felt it.
"Let me repeat, keep walking. I'm taking your purse." The blonde pulled out the phone from the purse, stuffing it the other woman's hand. "I'll be nice-you keep the phone."
She pulled the purse off the woman's arm, ducking into an alleyway.
When the woman tried to give chase-that purse was expensive, okay? And it went perfect with these shoes!- only to find the alleyway empty.
Yeah, all the bad girls singing
And I can't help it, no
Damn, it feels good when you're messin' with a bad girl
==TTI==
She got a body like a fast car, movie star
I'd do anything to be her bodyguard
She like getting naked and swimmin' in pools
She make it look sexy to break all the rules
She walked up to a man on a motorcycle. She held out her hand. "Keys."
The man glared at her. He growled as he got up to his feet. He didn't usually hit girls, but he'd had a bad day. This chick would just be the poor sap who got the worst of it.
The girl leapt at him, a knife suddenly in her hand. She slit his throat, making him drop to the ground. So his bad day did get worse.
She knelt down, unlatching the helmet from his chin.
She grimaced in disgust, while his blood poured out onto the sidewalk. "Damn. The knife cut the safety strip. Why'd you have to move, stupid? Ugh." She complained. She sighed. "Whatever. I'll live."
She tossed the helmet away. She took the keys from his pockets-and the wallet, just for shots and giggles. She hopped on the motorbike.
Fallin' too fast and I might crash
But once you goin' body, you know you can't go back
I just wanna watch every way that she moves
'Cause she out on the edge like there's nothing to lose
As she drove away, the blonde wig fell away. It showed off her straight inky black hair. She had cut away the bangs, showing off a wide scar on the hairline above her left eye.
==TTI==
I love them bad girls doing bad things
Lookin' hot with an attitude
Love them bad girls like a bad dream
Shouldn't want them, but I do
She pulled the motorbike up to the side of the road. A...portly man walked along it.
Out of nowhere the girl pulled a gun. It was futuristic looking, in that it was glowing bright green from various ports.
*BANG*
She fired the gun at the portly man. It forced away his disguise, to reveal an Abzorbaloff from the planet Clom. He already had some half absorbed faces stuck to it. He hissed at her.
"Hey. Was your name really Victor?" The girl asked, thumb flicking a switch on the gun. All the green glowing bits changed to purple.
The alien hissed. "Who dares to know? You will be absorbed!"
"Nice to meet you, Victor from Clom." She grinned.
Yeah, all the bad girls singing
And I can't help it, no
Damn, it feels good when you're messin' with a bad girl
She lifted her sunglasses with a free hand, revealing eyes of dark purple. "My name is Darcy."
*BANG*
She drive away, leaving a dissolving pile of ashes. The members of LINDA running out, having heard the gunshots.
==TTI==
The camera turned on, revealing the girl in a dimly lit bedroom.
"Hey." She greeted in a less than excited way. "So, they told me I had to do this stupid video diary shit, so here we go." She huffed, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. "I'm Darcy Anderson, but the Guardians of the Galaxy call me Gamora. They said it's some inside joke, but I don't get it. Probably a geek thing."
She leaned back in her chair, bringing her legs up onto the chair. She rested her head on her raised knee, letting some of her inky black hair hang over the side. "My parents are dead, older sister's all I got. I'm 33, which is always fun telling people. Cause I have the best excuse besides baby face."
A pig squealed from behind her.
"My roommate is a pig." Darby deadpanned, giving the camera a flat look. She moved just enough to reveal the bedroom had two cot sized beds. Though one bed was actual a crib. "Really. A pig. Her name's Penelope. My sister's stupid sense of humor." She turned to the camera. "Yeah I got a sister. She's...not like me. Better I guess, for some. Good. She's good."
Darcy thumbed the desk. The pig behind her snorted, chewing on the food in a food bowl. Darcy looked back at the pig, wondering.
"These past couple of months I've been working with the Guardians of the Galaxy. They said they're these super weird bodyguards for my sister, but we've been doing a lot of other stuff that makes me wonder if we're really protecting her, or just being shitheads to time." Darcy admitted. She turned back to the camera. "My sister and me, we're weird. Like, really honestly weird. I don't even know what category of weird to make us, cause she has no idea what species we are."
She let out a long sigh. She leaned on the desk, glaring into the camera.
"Really hope all this is good for something, assholes." She warned. "I hate wasting my time on bullshit."
No reply came. Not even a single squeal from the pig.
"Well, maybe it's best if I start when I met Yellow." Darcy wondered, thoughtfully.
==TTI==
Decades ago...in another reality...
It was a cold day in Chicago. Everyone going outside had to wear at least two coats, or suffer a harsh case of the flu. Natives to the city, or even people who lived here for more than one winter, knew that.
The Andersons were a lovely little family of four. George, Emily, and the twins; Morgan and Darcy. Darcy was the baby. She was okay with that- she was still young enough not to care about being called a baby.
She climbed out of bed. She shared a room with her sisters-as young twins are often to do.
Her sister's bed was empty. That confused Darcy. Morgan usually woke up the same time as Darcy.
"My sister was weird from the start...whatever reality she takes herself to, there's a history and life waiting for. Only...I guess if there's a life there, someone had to live it for her. It turns out that life was lived by my twin sister. When I met my sister-like really met her- I didn't notice the difference for...ever.
Darcy walked out of the bedroom to the bathroom. Sure enough, her sister was there. Morgan was running a hand along her hair, holding the ends down to see how long it was. Darcy did that sometimes. Her mom said she'd get really long hair someday.
"Morgan!" Darcy cheered. She ran to her sister, hugging her side.
The other child jumped back. Darcy ended the high, unfazed by the scared yelp her sister made. Morgan focused her eyes on Darcy. After a moment she blinked, staring now as if seeing Darcy for the first time.
Darcy didn't notice micro expressions like that. She was six. She smiled brighter at her sister being awake. "Wanna get Mom for breakfast?" She asked, in a peppy voice no one should have that early in the morning.
"She was so surprised to see me. Guess you could say I was the surprise twin. There's always one. That makes her the accident, by the way."
Morgan blinked again, and the expression faded off her face. Instead it was a face of cool annoyance. "Get out of my way."
She walked past her sister, bumping into Darcy's arm. The younger twin rubbed at the sore spot, blue eyes full of pain and confusion.
She shrugged it off. She was hungry now.
"Yeah, Morgue was a tough nut back then. I like to think I bulldozed her walls down. Though...the ending of that story is why I'm here right now."
...George crying out for his wife...a pool of red on the white couch...the largest knife in the kitchen glinting in the light...
==TTI==
Gamora's room
"We're not talking about that now." Darcy immediately shifted the conversation. "We're talking about now, current age."
She breathed out a small sigh, moving her chair in slow half circles.
"She hasn't called me in a couple of weeks." Darcy admitted, looking off screen to an assumed phone. "That normally wouldn't worry me, if I didn't know what she did last. The Satan Pit." Darcy worried her lip between her teeth. "My sister is tough, always has been. Not much can get to her...but I know this guy would've found the one thing. His power is my sister's Kryptonite: remembering her ghosts."
The pig squealed.
"Yeah I compared her to Superman. It totally fits, shut up you pig."
The pig squealed again.
Darcy rolled her eyes skyward, as if cursing the deity watching over her.
==TTI==
Child's Play-verse
"My sister's my favorite superhero, always has been. I'd never say it to her face. Too much sentiment in that."
Morgan talked more excitedly, words almost blurring together. "When his back was turned, I swung down off a rope and kicked Captain Hook right in the tailbone! He never saw me coming. He was on the floor, sword tossed aside in his fall. I thought it was hilarious, so did the other boys."
"She promised she'd show me other worlds. Promised I'd fight those pirates, or those monsters under kids beds."
Darcy was looking at her sister in wide eyed delight. This was better than any story Emily ever told. "And did you kill him?"
Morgan grimaced. Small, just one corner of her lip. "No." At Darcy's pout she added "He was already in hell. Stuck forever as a pirate, with other dumb pirates as company, a a bunch of children as enemy. Killing him would've been a mercy to him, probably."
Darcy blinked. All she got from that was the pirate was alive but unhappy. Good enough for her.
Morgan went on to another sword fight (this one with a kraken!).
"Sometimes, I liked to pretend I was her favorite hero."
==TTI==
Her expression in the camera was an odd one. You'd never properly see it on Darcy Anderson's face: vulnerable.
"But I know I'm not." Darcy sighed. She ran a hand through her hair. "More like her favorite annoyance." She laughed fondly. "She loves me, but we're sisters. She hates me too. She's been cleaning up my messes ever since I've been making them."
She laughed, like at an inside joke.
"Course I got new people to clean my messes now." Darcy remarked. She leaned back on the chair, kicking her feet up on the desk. "Buncha weirdos."
==TTI==
The girl rode her motorbike inside a warehouse. The warehouse was just one giant room, with a basement level where they all slept. They used the warehouse space for a living room and office. There were couches set up around a TV, and comfy chairs. The offices were really just three desks pushed together. They had laptops on top for the Guardians, Darcy pointedly refused a desk. She had a dart board on the wall with throwing knives beside it. Darcy didn't like the layout much- she preferred to work in the tiny storage space that her sister often did at Home.
She drove all the way into the odd living room setup. She parked the bike between the TV and couch.
"This is my new team. They never told me their real names. They always said it would damage the time stream, or some shit. Whatever. I think they just think I can't keep a secret from Morgue. Which is untrue, I give her birthday presents. Do you know how hard it is to hide birthday presents from her?"
A man walked up. He was tall, olive skinned, and had wavy black hair. His eyes were a shiny blue-gray. Darcy wouldn't lie, she'd sleep with him if he said yes. She'd wear him down eventually.
"Drax. The unofficial leader when our official leader is away."
The man walked up to a tall tree girl. Her hair was more like vines that looked like dreadlocks. She was wearing a blue long coat with the collar popped, covering most of her body. No doubt it was just more tree stuff. Darcy could see her face though. It was young. Maybe a teenager?
"That's Groot. I don't know much about her. She's like some...intern or something. She's geeky as fuck too."
A boy, probably a few years younger looking than Darcy (and she looked sixteen), came in. He dressed all in different shades of green. His hair was a dark scraggly brown, twisting and curling all directions. He was practically skipping in delight. He hugged the man, Drax just laughed at the excitement.
"And him? That's Rocket. He's a dork. He likes talking to me about whatever happened in the newest Marvel movie in his time. Why would I give a care about our team namesakes? Or whoever is the true king of the Westeros?"
The only thing each person had in common was the belt buckle around their waist. The belts themselves were all different colors, but that buckle was the same symbol: an open book, made out of silver metal.
The boy gave Darcy a deadpan glare when he saw where she'd parked. "You parked in front of the TV."
Darcy shrugged. She tossed Rocket the keys. He grabbed them-barely fumbling. "Tell ya what, move it yourself."
"Our leader is a woman named Quill. I only know that because Drax told me. She's not around much. The others look really sad when I ask where she is, before telling me that she's out in the field. Drax would tell us if we see Quill again. And what her orders were until she got back...no fucking way."
==TTI==
Darcy was looking through the purse she'd stolen. "Huh. Lipstick in a Valentino white bag. Daring." She pulled out the lipstick. She used the switchblade cut off the top layer before applying it to herself. "Anyway. Where was I?...oh right. I parked the bike in front of the TV."
==TTI==
"I can't drive." Rocket replied.
Darcy didn't care. She'd already popped herself down on the couch. The boy sighed in annoyance.
Drax laughed. He walked over to the couch. Plucking off her sunglasses, he looked down at Darcy. "Did you leave the guy alive this time?"
"No." Darcy replied with no regret. She snatched the glasses back, putting them on her face so it perched on her nose. She moved her arm so she was resting it beneath her head.
Drax shrugged as he righted himself. "Can't win them all." He held up his hand. "Hand 'em here."
"You can't drive either." Groot pointed out as she walked up to Drax. She held up her hand. Rocket tossed the keys to Groot.
Darcy gave Drax a smug smirk, as Groot moved the bike. "You don't know how to drive?"
Drax shrugged. "Never came up."
Groot moved the bike. Rocket hopped onto the couch, kneeling on the couch cushion beside Darcy. She rolled her eyes beneath the sunglasses. "How does being able to drive not come up?"
"Easy. No-"
"Don't you say 'nobody asked'!" Darcy complained.
"-body asked." Drax finished.
Darcy groaned.
Groot and Rocket laughed. Well Groot stopped once she saw what Rocket was playing on the TV.
"You are not playing that garbage!"
"It's just a vine compilation vid!" Rocket defended.
"It's disgusting!"
"You just hate that they make fun of the Winter Soldier's metal arm in the Bond vine!"
"He was a war veteran that deserves respect!"
Darcy huffed. She rolled off the couch.
"They argued about that a lot."
She walked over towards her new bike, pulling off the duffle bag where she'd stuff the money and purse from earlier. She took out the purse, tossing Drax the duffle.
Drax caught it one handed. He walked to Darcy's side. "But really. Are you okay?"
"Quit trying to connect." Darcy snapped. "It's weird." She marched over to a nearby fridge, pulling it open and hoping to find alcohol. Unfortunately all they had was non-magical Butterbeer, and Diet Coke. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, she grabbed the coke.
"You didn't even wear the belt." Drax pointed out. "I have a-"
"The belt is stupid."
"We upgraded it to have a built-in teleport." Drax argued, though not sternly. More like a reminder than an actual argument. "Short range, in case of dying. If you'd been hurt-"
Darcy scoffed.
"You can be hurt, Gar-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Darcy snapped. She pulled the switchblade out from her pocket, aiming it Drax's way.
She hated the name these assholes gave her. She knew she'd have to use a fake one. Her sister did it all the time, and Darcy had to pick up that habit. She thought it was stupid- another layer of confusion. Pretending to be someone else wasn't her.
Rocket and Groot had stopped fighting on the couch. They were watching Drax, who was open mouth staring at Darcy.
"This is why I love Knifey. People do what I say when I bring her out. When you're sister is the great 'Terra Johnson' people don't listen to you. If she heard that, she'd be jealous. It's so screwed up. She hates being obeyed, but she loves it when people follow her orders. Who does that?"
"Just shut up!" Darcy snapped. "And where the fuck is Dakota!? She was supposed to buy the beer!"
"Three days ago." Groot reported, unease in her voice.
"No one had seen her for three days."
==TTI==
Darcy tapped her fingers along the desk. Her nails clicked rhymically on the wood.
"At the time, I was fine with her being gone. Dakota's a spineless, skittish toddler." Darcy glared up at the camera. "If I'd known...whatever. She was part of the Guardians. A better member than me apparently. To them, that's all the Guardians of the Galaxy needed to go after her."
==TTI==
"She might've met a guy!" Darcy argued.
"For three days?" Rocket countered. He was clicking his belt into place, fixing the creases in his green vest. "We know you get around, but Mantis wouldn't do that."
"Her name is Dakota, fucking use it." Darcy scolded. "Fuck even the name Mantis sounds too badass. It makes her sound like she's biting the heads off people."
"She's tough. Wherever she is, she'll be fine." Drax reminded his team. He lifted up his phone. "She's still not answering."
"I once poured soup in her lap, and she apologized to me." Darcy pointed out.
Groot snorted. Darcy turned to the overgrown vine in surprise. "Did you really do that?" Groot asked, still snickering.
"...no?" She admitted. Soup was just the first food to come to her head. Still, Groot's laughing was confusing. Darcy looked to Rocket, hoping for some explanation. Even when her sister laughed for seemingly no reasons, chances were there was a joke in her head that only she was privy to.
Rocket sighed. "It's a joke from a comedian." He pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna try."
"Sure. Groot, anything?" Drax prompted.
The tree girl was still giggling, though she was trying not to now. She shook her head. "She's quiet on my end too."
"What does that mean?" Darcy asked Drax.
He glared at her. "You only noticed Mantis was gone when you didn't have your drinks."
"You didn't notice either, don't take the moral fucking high ground!" Darcy snapped, furious.
Drax growled. He didn't rise to her bait. He turned to Rocket. The boy shook his head, getting no answer on the phone. "Go to the cameras. Search what Mantis was doing before she left."
"On it." Rocket ran off to his desk, opening the green laptop.
"Groot!"
"Yes!" Groot saluted.
"You're going to check her belt. If she left this building, she went with the belt on. See if there's anything in there that hints to where she might've gone." Drax instructed.
Groot finished her salute. "Sir, yessir!" She ran off to her own desk.
Darcy rolled her eyes as Drax called for her. "Don't kill anybody?" She guessed dryly.
==TTI==
"It's the warning he gives me every time."
==TTI==
Drax didn't even have the decency to wince in shame.
Darcy rolled her eyes. She settled back onto the couch, pulling out her knife to twirl it between her fingers. She tuned them out, focusing on literally anything else.
"No." Drax spoke up. Darcy's head tilted toward him. "Tell me everything about Mantis that you know." Darcy raised an eyebrow. "Everything about Dakota."
Darcy didn't think there was much to tell. Everyone here knew Dakota, they met her back when Dakota first came to this time. Darcy showed up not long after (okay months later but what was time in a time traveling reality?) so apparently Dakota grew closer to her.
"She's shy, prone to her nerves." Darcy reported. She sat upside down on the couch, tossing the knife up in the air. "Constantly worried about the return of her 'masters'. She won't watch TV because she thinks they control it. Won't wear headphones for the same reason. Or a phone. She liked stuffed animals though- especially that Tigger one she got-"
"The what?" Drax interrupted in with bite, sounding mad.
Darcy was surprised. Drax never sounded mad. Annoyed, often. "Huh?"
"The stuffed animal. Where did she get it." Drax demanded.
At their desks, Rocket and Groot had stopped. They were watching Darcy with worried expressions.
"It's a Tigger. Nothing deadly." Darcy sat up on the couch.
Drax ground his teeth. "Where."
Darcy had no clue. "A boyfriend."
"She didn't have one." Drax reminded.
"She'd never buy herself a toy. That'd mean going to a store." Darcy countered. Now that had been a point Drax hadn't considered. "Terra wouldn't buy it for her- that'd mean coming here, and she's too busy for that. None of you would, I haven't seen one stuffed animal around any of you. So a boy got it for her."
It made the most sense to Darcy. She wasn't super smart like her sister, but she was still smart. She could find a killer in a crowd- if she couldn't find out a person's habits then she was shit.
"You thought she was with a boyfriend." Drax mused, recalling that fact. Darcy shrugged. "You keep saying that. Why?"
Darcy shrugged again.
"Darcy!"
"Because it makes sense!" Darcy argued.
"A boyfriend."
"Yes!"
"For Mantis?"
"...when you put it like that, no." Darcy argued. "Unless you got something better."
"I do." Drax stated, a level below a snarl. Darcy was surprised. She didn't think Drax knew about snarling. "Groot, Rocket?"
"Yeah sir?"
"Yes sir!"
Drax let out an angry breath. "Expand parameters. Level Jungle Book."
The two teenagers nodded.
==TTI==
Darcy was pacing in the room now. She was toying with her knife in her hand.
"I didn't know." She remarked as though completely unaffected by emotions. "Nobody ever told me, so it's not my fault that I didn't know. Nobody told Dakota about him either. Who the shit to look out for when nobody fucking tells us what that crap is?"
The pig snorted in her pen.
Darcy threw the knife at the pig. It stuck in the ground just before the pig's foot. She squealed loudly.
==TTI==
Darcy stood up off the couch. She made Drax turn to face her. "What? What's so weird about it?"
"We don't have time to tell you." Drax argued. He moved to march off towards
"We're in the Whoniverse. All we have is time." Darcy countered. Drax ground his teeth. "Start talking."
"No."
"You're a fuckhead." Darcy snapped right back.
"Good." Drax argued. "Groot give me something."
Groot shook her head. "I'm getting nothing on our scans. That's even without Jungle Book."
Rocket jumped up from his desk. He started running to the stairs for the basement.
"Hey! Rocket!" Drax yelled, annoyed.
"The doll!" Rocket shouted back.
Drax and Groot immediately shot up to follow him.
Darcy was left alone, confused as fuck now. Cause how the fuck was that stupid doll so terrifying? She made to get up- only for Rocket to come running back in. He was holding a stuffed Tigger in his hands.
"Why the fuck is that thing important?" Darcy asked. Rocket didn't even acknowledge her. He just ran to his desk. "You guys looked scared shitless."
Rocket dropped the doll on it. He was typing rapidly on his computer when Drax and Groot came back.
"Will you stop chanting 'tiger fucker'!?" Drax snapped, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Groot snorted. "You know I won't." She started to march alongside him. "All will remember Garfield, the tiger fucker!"
Rocket snorted- though at Drax's look he tried to play it off as a cough.
Drax continued to glare at Rocket. He pulled out his phone- one of those iPhone's, Darcy noted. "I'm texting Quill. She needs to know we got a lead."
Rocket nodded. "Almost got the location."
"Tiger fucked is gonna get fucked!" Groot cheered loudly.
Darcy matched up to the desk where they'd all converged. "Hey Groot? Who's Garfield the Tiger Fucker?"
The Guardians of the Galaxy froze- like they suddenly remembered Darcy was there.
Rocket's laptop pinged.
==TTI==
They'd immediately gone where it pinged. It was-surprise surprise- an abandoned building across town. Rocket had explained they found the location from a small USB device lodged in the doll's stomach, though Darcy hadn't seen any tears in the doll. But she couldn't come up with any other excuse (well one but with how angry Drax was she doubted they were working with 'Tiger Fucker') as to how they got it. The tear could've been hidden by stripes, or Darcy hadn't gotten a good enough look.
As they teleported over to the abandoned building, something sinister bubbled in her stomach. Darcy had been told before this is how normal people felt when watching a horror movie.
Darcy was reminded of that episode Torchwood, when John Hart brought everyone to that abandoned building before blowing it up. She didn't dislike that episode, just the fact that everyone lived. She didn't hard the team, just that they all survived a bomb blast that had been intended for them. Like, fuck you too physics.
'Well if these fuckers all died tonight, then it's what they get for being as dumb as twenty-somethings in a horror film. No, dumber. They were the guys in the first scene when they thought having a party in that old house was a good idea.'
Drax stormed to the front of the pack. He checked his phone before turning back.
"No word yet from Quill. She sent another little image-"
"Emoji." Groot corrected with deadpan.
"-yes that. It's of a-" Drax stared at The phone in confusion. He looked down at his hand, glancing between it and the phone. Darcy was stunned there was someone this stupid about phones, emojis and driving. Eventually he made the 'okay' symbol. "What is that?"
"It means 'okay'...?" Darcy answered. She turned to the other two. "Has he always been this stupid?"
Groot nodded. "Worse." Rocket added. "Like so much worse."
Drax huffed. Darcy was pleased to know she'd finally gotten under his skin. "Anyway. She's okay. That's all we're gonna be getting from her."
"I feel like we should wait." Rocket pointed out.
"When Mantis is in trouble?" Drax countered. "Alone with-" He grimaced as he glanced at Darcy. He went back to glaring at Rocket. "...Tiger fucker for three days?"
Darcy snorted.
Rocket winced. "Right. Sorry Drax. How are we getting in?"
"Two man strike teams." Drax pointed at Groot and Rocket. "You take the top of the building, I'll take the bottom with Gamora."
"I love taking the bottom." Darcy mused, putting on a pair of sunglasses. Groot snorted. "Whoa. You laughed at an inappropriate joke."
"You told one that was funny." Groot laughed.
"You're cool. Why did none of you tell me Groot was cool?" Darcy asked. Drax opened his mouth. Darcy held up a finger. "Ah-Ah-ah! I know! I know! I didn't ask. Shut up." Drax closed his mouth. "Whatever. Let's just go."
"We need to make a plan for when he's caught-"
"They can capture him with I don't even have a clue what, or I'll just kill him." Darcy reported easily. Drax sighed. "That simple, bud."
"Nothing is ever simple with him." Drax argued.
Darcy knew exactly what her sister would say if she were here. 'Then how's we find this place so fast?' "How are they going to the top?"
"We'll bop-bop-bop!" Rocket answered with a childlike smile. Groot groaned. "That was funny too!"
"It was weak-"
"Teleport. Now." Drax ordered. Groot saluted. Rocket began fiddling with the buckle on his belt. "Gamora. Let's move." He grabbed her by the arm, dragging her off.
Darcy heard Rocket and Groot leave. But not teleporting, that sound was zing-y. That noise was more whoosh-y. Like someone had taken flight. She wondered if Rocket or Groot could flu, and Darcy 'couldn't know yet' because if Darcy knew then Terra knew.
Drax probably thought he could drag her around indefinitely. Darcy grabbed his arm with her entrapped hand, twisting it about so Drax let go with a pathetic whine.
"That hurt!"
"Don't grab me then. Or next time I take the whole arm." Darcy warned.
Drax nodded, rubbing the sore spot on his arm.
"None of you have told me who Garfield is." Darcy reminded him. Drax turned away. "Or what to expect."
"...hell." Drax answered after a long pause. "Expect hell." He walked towards the door.
Darcy huffed. "Dramatic bastard." She walked after him. "No wonder Terra brought him here."
==TTI==
Once they opened the door-("A pin code?Seriously? What the fuck? That's year one stuff." "Oh yeah? Then solve it." Typing noises. Metal unlocking. "...not fair.")- they walked into the empty foyer.
Darcy didn't know what expected. Oh yeah she did, something out of Saw. This place was pretty. It may be empty, but everything was setup like a business lobby.
It annoyed Drax. The man stormed right through it, barely acknowledging it beyond a check for Dakota/Mantis.
Darcy followed as they checked the other rooms on this floor. She watched Drax's six, as it seemed he was too emotional to check it himself. Dumb fuck.
They moved between hallways, up stairways, across rooms. Darcy was starting to think they'd been tricked when her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket.
Only one person would call her, instead of Drax.
Darcy answered the phone, instantly relieved. Drax scanned the halls, looking for anything suspicious. Darcy waited for him to get a distance away before answering.
"Yellow, where the hell have you been?" Darcy asked. Her voice a low irritated hiss. "It's been two months!"
"Sorry! Sorry. I've been busy." Her sister's new voice spoke over the phone. Darcy liked the new girl. She was a more emo looking version of her sister, it was awesome. Problem was she was a more emo version of her sister cal it sucked. "I was waiting for Love & Monsters to start, and it hasn't yet."
"Why would it?" Darcy asked, leaning up against a wall. "I killed Victor this morning."
"WHAT?!" Her sister screeched.
"See, this is why you need to call more." Darcy teased. "He was investigating that L.I.N.D.A. guy, so I just shot him. Best work of my life, honestly."
"Terrific." Her sister groaned. "Well, thanks I guess. Ugh...that episode was kinda meh anyway. Except for Scooby doo chase...and that line he had at the end...and Rose's thing about her mum. I liked that part."
"Ew. Gross. Affection." Darcy joked in a disgusted voice. "Get that away from me."
Her sister laughed. Darcy looked off in Drax's direction, wondering why he'd been so quiet. "Whatever. Doc Brown landed us in this time- to do that Scooby-doo chase I told you about, yeah? After that I was wondering if you wanna get together for lunch. I...I need my sister right now."
It had been what Darcy had been waiting for.
"Totally." Darcy agreed, relieved. "There's this pizza place-"
"Gamora!" Drax shouted. His sudden shout made the assassin glare in his direction. He'd gone down another hallway, probably only just now noticing Darcy's absence. "Hang up the phone! Get over here!" She rolled her eyes.
"Who was that?" Terra asked, cautious and slightly anxious.
"Some idiot." Darcy grumbled. "Anyway, gotta split. I'll call you later, kay?"
"Cool. Don't die, whore."
"Death is just another path." Darcy countered. "One we must all take."
"If there is nothing to lose, no sacrifice, then there is nothing to gain." Terra argued. "If there was nothing to gain, there was no purpose."
The call ended.
Darcy marched towards Drax. She punched his arm. "Asshole." The room he'd found was empty, but a whole lot messier than the others in here. This room was painted all over with graffiti.
"We don't have time for you to answer phone calls." Drax scolded.
"That's Terra. If you really know her- you know that's a fucking lie." Darcy snapped.
Drax huffed. "Gamora. What do you see in this room?" Drax asked.
"Fucking nothing." Darcy answered. "Just like the rest of the building. It's almost like it was too easy, and he's not here."
Drax glared. "Look again. There has to be something in here- something I'm missing!"
Darcy-giving him another glare- did so. Before she even look, she spotted something painted on a wall behind Drax's shoulder. She wouldn't have noticed it usually, or able to really from everything else.
"That's fucked." Darcy nodded her head to the wall.
Drax turned to look at it.
There, in block black letters, over the many colors of graffiti was a phrase.
'I'm not a tiger fucker'
"So...do you call him that often?" Darcy asked.
"...nope."
"This morning the first time?"
"...yeah."
Darcy began to rock on heels on her feet. "Tigger had ears, then."
Drax's mouth was a thin line. He was preparing for Darcy to be smug, probably even stab him. Or hit his arm, it was really hard to tell with her. "Looks like."
"He probably found out a lot of stuff- being with Dakota. I saw her talking to it all the time. Well she was talking to me but I wasn't listening."
"Yep."
"She's a blabbermouth."
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I got it."
"You know I gotta do it."
"Yeah I know."
"And it's gotta hurt."
"Don't make me bleed-"
Darcy smacked Drax on the back of the head. He yelped in pain. "Why did you do that?!"
"Stupid! Stupid!" Darcy smacked him again.
"I thought you were gonna slap me!"
"Stupid people get the slap! Smart people who are being stupid get the Gibbs!" Darcy smacked him again on the back on the head. Drax yelped in pain again.
==TTI==
"That's an actual law on a planet." Darcy informed the camera, grinning. "Rocket told me about it. It's a great place, promised to take me in a couple decades when the planet's better ratified."
==TTI==
Then Darcy hit Drax on the head so hard, Drax had to fall on his knees to escape the next. He cowered away from the hand.
"By the Queen's hoof, why are you so strong?!" Drax whined.
"Because I told you it was too easy!" Darcy snapped. "If you knew who this guy was off something as weird as a stuffed toy, you'd know that this was too easy! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
Darcy suddenly realized why Terra gave her the Gibbs so often. This was fun!
"Hit him behind the ear- he hates that." A voice spoke from a vent in the ceiling.
"Gotcha!" Darcy went in for the swing, only to stop. That hadn't come from Drax, and he was suddenly very still. "...not sure what creeps me out more: how long you've been here, or that I didn't notice you breathing."
"I have great lung capacity." The man remarked.
Darcy hummed. Drax growled. Darcy smacked his head. If he'd wanted to be in charge of this talk, he would've been smart about it. His emotions were running to high. Reasons like this were why Darcy usually led the murder rapages. Her sister would plan them extremely well, and Darcy would carry them out because she was the least likely to do an Emotional Thing.
The man jumped down from the ceiling. Darcy sized him up quick. There in front of his own graffiti was another teenager- but closer to Darcy's physical age than Rocket's. He was a skinny, but in a more lean way that meant he was hiding muscles beneath his actually nice looking clothes. His hair was the blond only rogues from the desert would have, and black eyes. Or maybe his pupils were fucked, Darcy didn't know, aliens were weird in this reality.
"Don't bother calling your friends, Drax. This room has the means to cut off all communication. Physical or otherwise." Drax growled at that. The man gave no concern over it. "I'll give Groot this, that one's almost clever." He mused. "I gave Twisted a look, did you know that the guy's name was actually Achmed? Good times."
"Hey bud. Gonna guess you're tiger fucker." Darcy remarked. She'd call him the more human name of Garfield, but Tiger Fucker just rolled off the tongue.
Tiger Fucker grinned. "Hi."
Darcy hummed. "That's gotta be some scary story, if they tell jokes to ease off tension."
Tiger Fucker shrugged. He leaned against the wall appearing nonchalant. But Darcy was a trained fighter. Tiger Fucker was merely holding off, gearing up for a fight. "Not too scary, don't think." He mimed stroking a beard- one that he didn't have, and with a baby-face like that he never would. "I just wanna fuck my tiger, and I'll be on my way."
Darcy laughed. Drax tensed beneath her. She put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in warning. If Drax fucked this up... "Why do I get the feeling I'm gonna have to kill ya?"
"That's because you want to kill everyone you meet." Tiger Fucker answered.
"Yeah. Constantly wanna kill this fuck, and his friends." Darcy admitted. She didn't really know them- friends were a rare thing for her. If she ever made one, she moved away to another town or Reality before she could even get her hopes up. These people- while they say they cared about her sister- weren't the first people to give her an empty promise. "Only let's say there's a scale. 1-10. 1 being I'd kill ya, but only in the same way you'd kill a fly. These guys are a three. You just jumped straight to seven."
Tiger Fucker had the nerve to looked pleased at that. "My, my. Tell me how I earned such an honor." He boasted, fixing his jacket lapels like he was being given an Oscar.
Darcy smirked. "Cause she brought me to them. Meaning they couldn't kill you."
Tiger Fucker scoffed. "Oh please. You couldn't kill me either. You couldn't last time we met, and you can't now."
"I remember every face I see. Pays off, cause I either fucked 'em or killed 'em." Darcy argued. "Or wanted to do both. And I would remember a twink face like that. So unless you can change your face, we haven't met yet."
Tiger Fucker grinned now. He stood up on his feet. "Well you were only a child. Hard to remember a face at age six, Darcy Eliza-beth Anderson."
And now Darcy was- though she didn't know the term yet- shook.
Her hand tightened on Drax's shoulder. A warning to him, and herself. Don't get emotional. Don't get emotional. Emotions lead to mistakes.
"I know how you really got that scar."
"There was the part of the story I left out. I told my sister it was a car crash...I wish it was that simple."
"Really? You expect me to believe that?"
"Yes. Don't you remember? I'm the man that gave it to you."
==TTI==
Child's Play Universe
"Well...this story is less fun. My sister was teaching me to drive. Nothing weird. The car had crashed, that much I was honest about. Morgan just forgot everything that happened next."
They got a new car to drive.
Morgan had stopped the car just before they hit the wall, keeping their 'house' in tact and themselves alive.
Darcy wasn't happy with it. Morgan stopping the car, not them being alive.
"I said I could handle it-"
"And you nearly crashed our house." Morgan interrupted. "So I got us a rent-a-home."
"I stole this car."
"Which I drove here."
"I saw you do that!" Darcy argued. "So I remember what you did, so I can copy you and do it again! That whole 'teach a man, show a man' thing! I can drive me, I really can!"
Morgan narrowed her eyes. Darcy remembered that look from their mother's face. Emily Anderson could be a stern woman, but she had nothing on Morgan Spencer.
Then again, Morgan had over a century on Emily, so that must've had something to do with it.
Darcy huffed.
"Thank you." Morgan turned the car back on. "Happy you brought up that fishing thing. My new method of teaching you is the same. I think it's called 'dumbass see, dumbass do.'"
Darcy glared at her sister.
"What's got you annoyed now?"
Darcy continued to glare.
"You are a dumbass, sis. You'll always be a dumbass."
Darcy huffed. She tensed in her seat. "Shoot. It's the fuzz." She warned her sister.
Morgan grunted in annoyance. "Call them the police. It's what they are."
The cop allied up to the car, knocking on the window. Morgan rolled it down.
"Hey girls." The cop greeted. "Where are your parents?"
"We don't know." Morgan answered. Darcy saw her hand sliding for the gearshift. "They told us to wait in the car ten minutes ago."
"And you're in the front seat because...?"
Morgan shrugged. "We got bor-"
The cop shot Morgan in the neck with a tranq.
Darcy screamed before the man shot her too.
When she woke up, she was tied up in a warehouse. Usually a sign things aren't going your way. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, making it just a little bit more difficult to untie herself.
Darcy still tried though.
Because Morgan wasn't anywhere.
And that made Darcy angry.
The 'cop' walked up. Darcy growled at him.
"Wow." He commented. Darcy growled again. "My apologies. I've never seen you so young. It's astonishing how alike you two are."
"Where is Morgan?!"
The 'cop' just laughed. "She's...out."
"So I told him what I tell everybody."
"Nobody hurts my sister." Darcy snapped. Her tiny eight year old body stood tall, head held high. "Not when I'm here."
The man pouted, like when a kid says something too sweet and you think it's adorable.
He pulled out a knife. A long silver knife, more like a blade than a proper knife.
Darcy wanted it. "I'll kill you if you did something!"
The man chuckled again-knowingly. The way that would always piss Darcy off.
"Your sister fell down the stairs, when she was just ten. Made a bit of a scar on her head when she hit the concrete. Had to get stitches, did you know that?" The man looked down at the panting eight year old. Her purple eyes were focused on his knife. All she could think about was how sharp it was. So beautiful, I want it. "Now, I can't say for certain I'll cross your path before then, so I'll just give you this now. Make you more identical."
The man held the blade to her head.
Darcy screamed as he carved into her pale skin.
==TTI==
Present
The scar was still there, faded with two decades of time but there all the same. Her eyes narrowed on the man. There was no way he could have done this.
Then again, her sister had explained the only reason scars stuck like that was if you died. None of her sister's theories for otherwise had any weight. They'd been in a car crash, and Darcy was still very much alive.
It had to have been that knife.
Darcy still thought about that knife- it was beautiful. She could still see the reflection of her on it's silver surface. She had wanted to feel the silver handle in her hand, to see how it could carve flesh the way only proper knives could.
As if to remind her how of perfect a knife it was, Tiger Fucker pulled it out from behind his back.
Darcy drooled at the sight.
"You like it, huh?" Tiger Fucker remarked.
"It's just as beautiful as the last time I saw it." Darcy revealed. "I'd love to see it slitting your throat."
Tiger Fucker just laughed, low in his chest. "You know what? I'd love to see you try. Everyone knows your sister has tried more than enough." He smirked at Darcy- and she'd never admit a shiver crawled up her spine. "Wouldn't that be nice? To finally have one up on her? Be nice to prove you better, before she ultimately betrays you?"
Drax tensed under her hand.
Darcy made a note- that maybe Tiger Fucker was gonna tell the truth. Twisted truth but still. Truth.
"Oh? I have something to look forward to?" Darcy replied.
Tiger Fucker grinned. "Oh, you haven't heard?"
"Nope." Darcy popped.
"Your sister put the job before you." Tiger Fucker stated. "She had a choice: let you die, or change the plot. Wanna know what she picked? Here's a hint: not you."
Darcy mentally went 'huh'. She scoffed. "Right. Cause I' supposed to trust the word of a guy that scars kids and kidnaps people, after giving them stuffed toys." Darcy dismissed. "Why should I believe anything out of your mouth?"
"You wouldn't ask if you didn't want to know." "Your sister was always going to betray you, Anderson. Why would she stay with the one kind of person she hates? The kind of person she hunts? The kind of person that kills their parents, whose to say you won't turn on her?"
Darcy remembered her sister's warning. 'Don't get emotional. Don't get emotional.'
"Don't you wonder why she didn't bring you with her on the TARDIS?" Tiger Fucker taunted. "Unless she's ashamed of you."
"Because I'd kill him." Darcy argued, shrugging as if it was simple. Because to her it was. "The first time the Doctor yelled at her or made her feel guilty, I would've killed him. No hesitation. Out here? I get to fuck over people like you. Without getting shit for it."
"Like you did with your parents?" He laughed. "That's precious."
His hand glowed black.
So did Darcy's vision.
==TTI==
Past
The first time Darcy was in the insane asylum, she had been six years old. Her parents had approved it. They approved the use of force, and of electroshock therapy.
Keeping in mind, this was the 80's, and a horror movie reality, where it was always going to dark shit like that.
Didn't make it any better.
Just more shitty.
Morgan opened the door to the Anderson apartment, carefully walking in with her sister. The second she closed the door their parents were on them.
"Morgan!" Their father, George Anderson, ran up to them with Emily right behind him. He had black hair cut in military style, and Darcy's ocean blue eyes "Where have you been?"
"I went to go get Darcy. Yell at her, she was the one who ended up there in the first place." Morgan ordered before walking back out of the apartment.
As though they had to, both parents turned to Darcy and began their separate rants on how careless Darcy had been, following after Andy yesterday.
Darcy only sat in confused shock, why did their parents listen to Morgan? How come her sister got off scot free? Her parents had never been fair. They always listened to Morgan more.
"You're not being fair!" Darcy yelled.
"Young Lady, that is no way to speak to your parents!" Emily scolded.
"It's true! Morgue helped me escape that weird place and you're not yelling at her!" Darcy argued.
"Your sister isn't the one on trial here, kiddo, you are." George explained.
In a state of childlike rage, Darcy stormed into the kitchen. She felt like there was something she needed from there.
"Don't you dare walk away from us Darcy!" George growled.
"You march right back over here this instant!" Emily yelled.
Darcy huffed, her parents were being so mean! She prepared to yell at them when something got her eye, she turned to it and saw what had to be the most glorious piece of art.
A knife...the biggest one in the kitchen. The way it shined under the kitchen light. It called to the six-year-old like a siren calls to a sailor. She grabbed it with her little hands and carefully hid it behind her back before walking back in sight of her parents.
"Darcy Anderson, explain yourself!" Emily ordered.
The girl ignored her parents and walked into their living room, standing and waited for them to follow.
It didn't take long as the parents stormed over and tried giving their daughter a good talking to.
"Darcy Anderson, we understand that you're in a confused place, but you still need to respect your parents!" George yelled.
"You're right. I need to pay my respects." Darcy said.
"And another- what?" Emily started but stopped when she heard her daughter's sentence. "Pay your respects?"
"Yep. You taught me that when a person dies, you need to pay your respects."
"But...we're not dead." George pointed out.
"Yet." Darcy said with a dangerous gleam in her eyes, slowly revealing the knife to her now scared parents. "I think I should fix that...right now."
The two parents slowly noticed, as the child approached, her eyes fading into a rich purple.
Twenty minutes later, Morgan came out to find she'd been made an orphan.
"She didn't yell at me. She cleaned me up, she came up with an alibi for us. She saw my new eyes and didn't call me a monster. She never has. Morgue told me about her powers that night. She was living with me for a week, but she made me her sister that night."
==TTI==
Present
Darcy woke up outside.
She didn't feel any new scars, a good sign.
Drax was beside her, sitting up. He was talking on the phone, a sombre expression. Darcy likened the face to what she imagined Doctor Doofenshmirtz would ever look like if he ever actually defeated Perry the Platypus. Like, he got what he wanted, but at what cost?
Darcy kipped up to her feet. She glared around the empty area around the building. No sign of Tiger Fucker anywhere.
Now she was mad.
Drax finished his call. He dropped the phone in his lap. "Rocket and Groot. They found Mantis on the top floor." Drax reported. "Apparently they been trying to call us for awhile." He sighed, dejected. "He got away. That's obvious."
"Who was that?" Darcy asked, barely keeping her voice above a growl. "Who was he?"
"Logan." Drax answered.
"Why does he hate you guys?" Darcy asked, fishing for information she was definitely going to use later.
Drax looked up at her. "Spoilers."
"Bullshit! He knew me at age 9, and he looked older! I was in a different reality! What bigger spoiler can there be?" Darcy yelled. Because she only knew about one thing that could jump between realities- and she shared blood to it.
Drax winced. "A big one."
"GrAHHH!" Darcy stomped her foot. She grabbed Drax's by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet. "Tell me!"
"I can't!"
"Yes you can!" Darcy dragged him to the building. She pushed him against the wall, hard enough to hurt. "Just open your fucking mouth! Tell me!"
"I really can't! Quill said-"
"Fuck what Quill said! I want to cut into that thing's spine!" Darcy snarled at the threatened Guardian.
"We all do!" Drax admitted. "What do you think all these jobs have been? That Kyllah Deo'ass? His drugs would've given Logan a kind of power we don't want him having. The alien from Clom?"
"I shot him because I wanted to blow off steam! Now I need to let out new aggression!"
"We didn't shout at you for it, because can you imagine what Logan would do with a team of Terra's fans?"
Darcy felt like grinding her teeth. "Why hasn't Future Me killed him already?"
"He's as slimy as any of them." Drax admitted. "That's what Quill has been doing all this time. Following every lead we give her. As far as everyone else knows, she's just as slimy as he is."
"Who was the tiger he wanted to fuck?"
Drax's face told Darcy. She hated him for that too.
==TTI==
Darcy's room
"So...that's it." Darcy stated in a tone of finality. "That's what happened, why Drax made me make the video. Help me vent, tell the story from my side. Don't know why. It's stupid either way."
She plopped down in the now backwards chair, resting her arms on the back. "It just doesn't make sense. My sister's the only one. Why are we just seeing this guy now?"
Darcy groaned in overdramatic annoyance. "Why can't things be easy?!"
The pig squealed.
"I said shut up Penelope!"
The pig squealed again.
"No way! I won't tell her about this!" Darcy argued. "My sister would go insane!"
Penelope replied.
"I don't even know if I can face her now." Darcy admitted. She reached her hand up, running it through her hair frustration. "Even if I don't believe what he said, Drax panicked when Garfield said it. Said that my sister betrays me...how the. What do normal people do when this happens? Is this why Quill's alone? What has future me done...Author it's so fucked up. It's probably why Quill's been avoiding this place- avoiding me."
The door to her room opened. Unseen by the camera, of course. Darcy turned to it, shocked at whoever she saw. She stood up from her chair, hiding her face from the camera.
"Morgue!" She shouted in joy. She ran over to her, making Penelope the only living thing on camera.
Her sister laughed. "Darce."
"How did you get here?"
"I called Dakota. She let me in."
"That pale bitch-gah hold on." The assassin sighed. "Come on, sis. We gotta be in front of this stupid camera."
The two exchanged a rushed conversation in whispers.
"Why do we have to-"
"Some stupid thing my team is making me do. I'm almost done."
"A team?"
"Weird group of friends. They know you're my sister- double weird. It's why they wanted me to make the vid"
"I hate being forced on camera."
"So do I. It's just for like another minute."
"Ugh. Fine."
The two sisters walked over to Darcy's chair. At Darcy's side was a girl her age, with dark brown hair behind a black headband. She wore a baggy purple hoodie, a black tank top, dark blue jeans, and a tan colored messenger bag.
The girl waved at the camera flatly. Her amber eyes half glaring at the annoying device. "Hello. I'm Terra, that thing's sister."
"She means the pig."
"You little-Penelope is cleaner than you, at least."
"She lives in a crip filled with mud!"
"You were having an orgy last night." Terra stated.
"How did you know?!"
Terra pointed at the beds. "Caused you hate wearing condoms, unless the guy insists and you're horny."
Darcy looked over at the bed. Sure enough, there was used condom stuffed under her mattress. Darcy huffed. "I hate you."
Terra snorted. "Ya gonna hate me more in a second. Cause we're going out for lunch, and you need to change."
Darcy groaned, her head rolling back. "No I don't!"
"Did you know what you're wearing right now?" Terra asked. Darcy blinked. "Don't answer that. You're wearing a tube top."
"With a biker jacket."
"With only a biker jacket." Terra countered. "Go put on some pants."
Darcy groaned again- louder and more annoyed. She walked out of the frame, leaving just Terra.
Terra looked from her sister to the camera. She leaned on the desk so all anyone eventually viewing the footage would only see her face.
"I don't know who you are, or what you do, but I need every last one of you to understand." She glared protectively at the camera. "You hurt my sister, or cause her to be hurt, I will rip your hearts out through your kneecaps. Good? Good."
She pulled away, tapping her fingers on the desk.
"Did you put on pants yet?!" Terra called out.
Darcy ran back out, panting as she stopped herself. "So, pizza?"
"Finally, someone with sense." Terra stood up. "I'd like a pie too. Apple."
Darcy grinned. "Greedy bitch."
"Don't diss pie!" Terra warned.
Darcy turned off the camera- but not before frowning in deep thought at it.
==TTI==
AN: Sorry for lateness. Happy Valentine's, y'all! Tell your loved ones you love them before they end up in alternate dimensions.
Thanks to eM2201 for following