ACT 2 Intermission

A green figure in the Felt mansion sighed and opened the door of his room. No, not that green guy! Crowbar scanned the hallway for others before heading out. No one seemed to be here, except for Doze, who had apparently slowed himself down in order to enjoy his walk. Crowbar sighed and lifted Doze, who was suprisingly light. Crowbar carried Doze down the stairs with him and went into the aptly named communications room from across the hallway. Snowman was loitering at the door, but she didn't enter. It wouldn't be right for her to meddle in a timeline that took place prior to her own.

"Sleep well?" she asked Crowbar, her voice filled with mystery and splendor, at least to Crowbar.

"Yeah," Crowbar replied, somewhat breathlessly, unsure if it was because of being in Snowman's presence or because he hadn't been talking much. He felt somewhat ashamed to speak in her presence, because while her voice was smooth and rich his own was high-pitched, stuffy, and overtly dignified. But that was how Crowbar spoke.

"I needed it. Master's been giving me a hard time. Took forever to convince him I needed rest."

"Forever," Snowman said, "Is a word whose definition fades from our master's ears. I thought you knew that."

"Right. Have you been keeping track of the others?"

"I go in from time to time to check on them. The only reason I'm here now was to greet you. I heard you coming." Crowbar smiled, a facial expression very rarely seen in the mansion, and usually for good reason.

"Thank you. But you forgot about Doze," Crowbar said, his tone of voice turning somewhat grim at the mention of his name. Without warning he took out his crowbar and whacked Doze on the hat, speeding him up to everything else.

"uuuuuuuuh...thaaaaaaanks fooooooor nooooooot hiiiiiiitiiiiiing meeeee oooooon theeeeee heeeeeeaaaa-" Doze began.

"'Yes, yes, you're welcome, Doze!" Crowbar snapped. "If you wish to join the rest of us, I'll be in the communications rooom. Master probably didn't assign you a troll because of your sheer incompotence, but I'm sure I can make you useful somehow."

"He's not incompotent, just slow," Snowman said gently. "See you around, Crowbar. Good luck." And with that Snowman vanished.

"Thaaaaaank yoooooouuuuuuu, Snoooooowmaaaaan," he said long after she had left. Crowbar scowled at him.

"Now look what you made her do!" he cried.

"Iiiiiii diiiiiidn't doooooo aaaaanyyyyyythiiiiiing," Doze protested as he followed Crowbar inside the communications room.

Already Crowbar could see that things were in a bit of disarray. Ithcy was nagging at Kankri.

"nonononononoclimbackupclimbackupclimbackup!getimgetimgetimgetimgetimgetimgetimget-"

"What's going on?" Crowbar asked.

"kankrineedstofightboboandclimbupamountainandimtryingtohelpbuthekeepscrewingupandthewhitegirlhastohelphimit'llbeawhilebutwhenhe'sdonei'llspeedupthectobiohwhatchamacallit!" Crowbar nodded, pretending that he understood.

"You catch any of that?" he asked Doze.

"Iiiiiitchyyyyyy saaaaaiiiid thaaaaaat heeeee's tryyyyyiiiiiing toooooo-"

"Never mind," Crowbar sighed. Glancing at the far end of the room, he growled at what he saw. Trace, Finn, Die, Matchsticks, Biscuits, Quarters, and Cans were all playing poker! That left only 5 Felt members actually working! He slammed his crowbar on the table they were using in anger.

"All right, everybody back to your posts! I'm back, and I mean business this time!"

"Aww, but we were just having fun," Biscuits protested. "I can't get to the yellow one because there are already a bunch of other voices in his head! He can't hear me!"

"Are you actually typing the words out, or are you just thinking them?!" Crowbar demanded.

"Oh. That could be it. I'll try that next, as soon as we finish this hand. What do you got, everybody?" Biscuits asked.

"Hey, I'm the dealer, I ask that question!" Quarters cried. "What do you got, everybody?" Crowbar growled again.

"Gaaaahh! Finn's got the winning hand, he almost always does, unless Itchy's playing! It's a full house!"

"I'm afraid he may be right," Finn said as grimly as ever, his sharp eyes fixated on his crewmates. "I see some of us returning to our posts. But not Trace and I just yet."

The Felt members groaned and returned to their computer monitors, occasionally typing in words of advice or help to the trolls under their protection.

"And what about you two?" Crowbar demanded of the sharks, Trace and Finn.

"We each have a role to play later on, regarding our abilities," Trace replied. "I will be helping the Bard on his journey through the past with Die. He doesn't actually have anyone, you know, and neither does Matchsticks."

"Stitch needs some assistance with killing a boy that his troll lusts after," Finn explained. "I will be tracking him down for them. The boy is the Page, under Sawbuck's guidance."

"Good, good, I don't really care. Just get to work so that Master won't think we're slacking off!" he cried.

"You're one to talk," countered Trace. "I've been looking at your past trail, and you haven't used the monitors once! Your troll has had to go on without you! Some exile you turn out to be!"

"I see him doing just that very soon," Finn told Trace. Crowbar sighed. He was starting to get fed up with time shenanigans. Frankly, he wished there was a way to permanently seperate Trace and Finn unless he needed them to work together; with their combined knowledge there was no telling what could be done.

"Finn, you're just saying that so that I'll do it! You don't actually see me going there!" Crowbar cried.

"If I hadn't mentioned it you would still be going there," Finn argued. Crowbar slammed his crowbar on the floor in anger.

"Fine. I'll go over there. Just stop harassing me about it!" Crowbar sat down at his computer, where he could see Meenah. He finally spoke to her:

. . . . .

Hello.

Meenah ignored the voice and went on with eating a plate of fresh-caught fish.

I'm not just some voice in your head. I'm actually talking to you!

ANSWER ME!

"S)-(ELL DO YA WANT?!" Meenah cried in fright, quickly composing herself.

Listen to me, whatever your name is. I'm not a figment of your imagination. It probably isn't great enough to think up me anyway. My name is Crowbar. I'm not bothering with details, but from what I've heard you're the tough one. How true would you say this? Be honest!

"does an oyster make pearls? course' i am the badbass of the team!" Meenah replied.

I just needed a yes or no. No aquatic metaphors needed. Now get me up to speed. What have you been doing?

"why should you know? you another game helper or some shit?" Meenah asked. "i don't need much kelp if that's what you're thinkin'. i ain't no handicap!"

Just tell me what you've done, you stubborn brat!

"with that attitude you gonna sink," Meenah replied sassily.

Guh. Fine. Could you PLEASE tell me what it is that you've been doing? I need to know so that I can make-recommend something for you to do.

"shore, if you glub off soon after. i followed my sprite to my Quest Bed, but beach-ass Megido went and tried to have me killed when I went to sleep! went to Derse and met black jack and his goons. told'em to go kill off Megido and catgirls' dreamselves, and they've done half of that by killin' the second one. now i'm just chillin' till they get the big bitch herself. meantime i been usin' their monitors to bait everybody into wreckin' their shit up! Porrim's gonna go kill Horuss by killing a doll she made-i dunno how that works, zactly-and i just gave damara a friendly reminder about how her buoyfrond went and left her for a dude! also, guess i can tell you i'm takin' the Queen's ring for myself! that is one fabulous trinket i've just gotta have!"

So you're with the Midnight Crew, then? Good. I know this sounds a little sudden, but I think it'd be best if we got them out of the way. They could ruin your session, especially if one of them gets the ring. Isn't that what they want you to give them? You're right to take it for yourself. In fact, why don't you do it right now, before the Witch is killed? Even the best assassins can fail.

"know where you're comin' from. had that happen to me plenty before the game. what the shell, i'll just go kill the fake-ass black queen. goin' to Derse right now, water of fact."

Great idea. But how about you just take her ring and leave her be?

Meenah did as she had suggested and went to sleep, waking up on Derse. She found that she was still asleep in the Midnight Crew's player monitoring room, undisturbed. She immediately whipped out her trident and said to Courtyard Droll, Jack Noir, and Draconian Dignitary, who were just in the next room:

"you guys still gonna get megido for me, but change a plans. black queen's dyin' now!" Meenah cried, her eyes burning with avarice.

Meenah, while I usually am a strong advocate for violence, perhaps now it would be better to simply negotiate-oh, you're not listening, are you?

"Be my guest," Jack said, smiling as menacingly as she was. DD glanced at CD and said:

"Boss, the ring-"

"We'll talk about it later. I wanna watch the Queen's head roll to the floor!" Jack cried. He followed Meenah out into the throneroom and watched from a distance. The Black Queen was already up from her throne, towering above her would-be killers.

Meenah, stop!

"It was unwise to all enter the Medium so quickly," she said. "Perhaps you could have killed me before I grew too powerful. But it is too late now," she said. Meenah pointed her 2X3dent at the Queen, and she responded by beginning the fight.

Spreading her cape behind her, the Queen flew at breakneck speed towards Meenah, who jumped out of the way and tried to stab her from the side with her 2X3dent. This failed because the Queen was too fast. Jack watched the battle eagerly, eyeing the combatants enviously. Both paid him no heed.

WHY DOESN'T ANYONE LISTEN TO ME?!

The Queen fired shots from her pistol at Meenah when she came to halt near her throne, and Meenah dodged each blast, moving forward with each movement. The Queen intercepted her on the last jump, however, and punched her out of the air. Meenah fell to the floor, and the Queen unleashed her Red Miles on her. The tendrils of the attack obliterated the decorations of the throneroom and made the entire palace floor barren of any ornamentation. Meenah groaned in pain when one of them hit her, but she held on and swung her trident upwards, then downwards onto the approaching Queen, breaking the helmet she wore. Meenah gleed joyfully when she saw the blades puncture her carapace head and slice through her body. But when the skin of the Black Queen came off, 3 more Queens emerged from the corpse, each just as powerful as the first one had been. The first of the 3 Queens charged at Meenah, the other two firing plasma shots and the Red Miles. Meenah was hit by the blasts, now beginning to grow desperate.

How will this play out...? You'd think being the leader of a time-based gang, I'd know...

"COULD USE A LITTLE KELP OVER )-(ERE!" she cried. Jack snapped out of his trance and withdrew his iron horse cane thingy. DD also appeared and took out a machine gun. Each of them took on a Queen. Meenah rushed at hers and stabbed hers with her trident, and the Dignitary nearly emptied his rounds on the unsuspecting Queen he had targeted. Jack screamed like a madman (well, he is one) and whacked the Queen on the helmet with his horse thing. Meenah leaped on the cape of her Queen as she took the air, causing her to drop her plasma pistol. She took her trident and jammed into her back, tearing off the wind-up key that was there. Her Queen fell dead. Draconian Dignitary fired his remaining bullets at the already dying Queen, punching her in the face before she could activate the Red Miles. Although the second Queen was finally dead from blood loss, the 3rd still had enough time to release the same attack. After all, how hard is it to fend off a guy with an iron horse thingy? This final Queen launched her Red Miles at knocked everyone away with the force of the blast. This one was more powerful than the last, creating a gaping hole in the wall of the palace. Meenah was the first to recover, and when she tried to lunge for her, something unexpected happened:

Activating her wind-up key, the final Black Queen vanished, her ring dropping to the floor when she disappeared. Meenah reached over and picked it up, not bothering to stare in awe at where she had been.

"wat the shell? oh, whale, screw it, i got the ring!" Meenah cried, as if she had found a very important and valueable item in a video game. Which she had, in fact.

"You mean our ring!" Jack cried. Growling, he ran at Meenah, losing balance. Meenah bludgeoned him once with the trident and he fell to the floor.

"uh, yeah, sorry yall, this ring's mine!" Meenah cried, jumping out of the window of Derse and flying through the night, leaving Draconian Dignitary to pick up the pieces. He radioed Hegemonic Brute:

"Brute."

"Yeah?"

"You done yet?"

"No."

"Change of plans. We're getting all of them."

. . . . .

Crowbar slammed the door of the communications room and walked out in a huff, hyperventilating, which was usually what he did when he was particulary mad. Finn tried to stifle a chuckle, still finding it funny even though he knew it was what was going to happen.

"And how does this fit into your agenda?" Crowbar asked no one.

YOU DO NOT NEED TO QUESTION MY MOTIVES, CROWBAR. THE OTHERS OBEY ME WITHOUT QUESTION. SAVE FOR A FEW.

"They don't have any other choice! You killed all of us and wiped out our planets, and you made them wipe out the trolls', too, with your sick manipulation and underhanded tactics! I don't know what nonagent the others see you in, but right now I hold you in complete animosity! Abducting and murdering royalty! How could you do such a-oh, wait, of course you can." Crowbar's voice cracked when he remembered just who he was talking to.

I DID NOT KILL HER. THE THIEF DID. I HAVE DONE NOTHING, FROM THEIR PERSPECTIVE.

"Yes, but you made them do it! That makes you the one responsible!" Crowbar cried, knowing that he couldn't possibly make an appeal to his Master on the behalf of justice.

KNOW YOUR PLACE, MAROON HAT FROG MAN.

"Fuck you!" Crowbar yelled. From inside the communications room, he could hear Itchy laughing rapidly, and Doze laughing very, very slowly. He couldn't care less whether they were telling jokes (he knew they had some kind of romantic attachment, but he didn't know or care if one of the troves was in horseshoes or balloons) or simply laughing at him. He sat down on the green floor, his back against a pillar and sighed, pounding his crowbar on the floor as if he were a baby shaking a rattle.

"It's about time you learned." Crowbar looked up. It was Snowman again.

"Were you trying to show me something?"

"He said you would see it soon enough."

"What happened after you-?"

"I found myself in what appeared to be the same throneroom. But I was wearing a different set of prototypings. I realized then that I had somehow ended up in another session, after the Scratch of the one I had been in. It was this session, here. In technical terms, I had gone from A1-the universe you were watching-to A2-this one. When I realized what was going on and saw my new prototypings, I decided that I had had enough of this. To have a wind-up key jammed in your back and have to actually use it is one thing, but to have the eyes of Bilious Slick-that was more than I could bear. I left, becoming an exile here. It wasn't long before we all met up."

"And English gave you immortality," Crowbar added.

"Not literal immortality. But in some senses, yes. But tell me: why did you try to dissuade her? It was of no use, and it would happen whether you wanted it to or not. I don't blame you for my being here; in fact, I should thank you for facilitating it."

Crowbar sighed. "I thought you would know. Doesn't he tell you everything?"

"No."

"I...wanted to at least hinder him. In case you didn't hear from my yelling before, I hate him. Before he spoke to Yaldabaoth and played Sburb on 'Hard mode', each of our planets were one. You heard from him about how he recruited us, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, well, let me tell you my version of the story. The planet wasn't anywhere near the black hole before-it wasn't even in the Medium. We might have even been in another galaxy. Our planet was broken up and transported to Skaia by Yaldabaoth after he had made his Choice. Each of us leprechauns, no matter what numbers we have now, all lived on the same planet in peace before. We were all one species, and we still are. We look different because we're all subspecies, much like you are-were-with the Prospitans. I mean, doesn't it seem weird to have a single species spread out on 15 different planets?"

"Carapacians lived on two," Snowman reminded him.

"True. Still, I was happy before he came along. I was one of the smart ones. Sevens-that's not literally what my subspecies was called; I'm just talking about all the leprechauns that looked like me-were the born leaders of the planet. The Royal District was on the maroon spot. The enitre planet had been each color of pool balls, as you'd expect. It had been only just a few decades when we had established equality between the subspecies. To be honest, I can't say how well it worked out. It's all a blur now, and I'll bet he has something to do with it. I bet if wasn't so busy ordering all of those knuckleheads around, we could be much more powerful. And we're creatures of time; maybe we could all take him down! No, wait, that's stupid. We could never kill him."

"What was the seperation like?" Snowman asked, trying to keep Crowbar on the same topic.

"I can't really say. One minute we were all one, and then when Caliborn-yes, I'll call him what he was called back then, still harsh then and now-talked to Yaldabaoth, we were 15. It was particularly bad for my planet. We had all been seperated by subspecies, and we Sevens were hit the hardest. We were helpless as our planet drifted into the black hole that was Skaia."

"How did you escape?" Snowman asked.

"I didn't. Yaldabaoth grabbed me, the last of the Sevens, and put me on the black planet, the one where the Eights lived. Before then, I hadn't even seen an Eight! They were...different from the rest of us. Very somber, very quiet. Still, company was all I really wanted. But when Caliborn came to the planet and saw me, he immediately singled me out, knowing that he was required to get one of each subspecies, except for an Eight. I realized that I had been deliberately spared just so that I could be his slave. The same thing had happened to Matchsticks and Quarters. It was heartbreaking each time, seeing each planet blow up. When we got to Cans, it was the worst. The bomb was only a few hours long, and when Caliborn killed everyone on the planet save Cans, that was when he became Lord English as we know him. He slept on his Quest Bed as the planet was destroyed and ascended to God Tier. He took all of us with him and plopped us on a ruined Alternia. Here."

"Are you feeling better, now that you've told the story?"

"Yes. Thank you for listening. Snowman, you're better than the rest of them put together. I don't know if it's because you're one of those fascinating creatures English was talking about-a woman?-or if it's just because you're smart or if it's because you're actually listening, but I like you."

"Oh? I thought your whole race was gay-?"

"Ugh, they always assume that! It's a very simple and safe process, I can assure you, and no explicit activity is involved! We don't even take off our clothes! At least, it isn't biologically necessary. Never mind, it's too complicated to explain. The point I was trying to make is that my feelings for you lean towards a platonic nature. Romance for you would be simply out of the question."

"I see. I believe you wish to form what the trolls call a 'moirailegiance.'"

"Sure, if that's what it's called, then yes." Just then, a loud slam was heard from the communications room.

"Duty calls," Crowbar said sheepishly. "Also, not a word of this to anyone."

"My lips are sealed." Snowman was already turning transparent when she said that.

Crowbar knew that the slamming sound could only be one thing: Sawbuck rising from his chair in anger. What had made him mad this time? His fat body was waddling over to where Stitch was sitting; a comical and threatening sight at the same time.

"Now see here, Stitch!" Sawbuck demanded, spinning Stitch's chair around so that they faced each other.

"What? I'm juscht following the Bossch's ordersch. We do what we can to take them out when we can, and we help him only when it scherves hisch motivesch."

"Yes, indeed, I'm aware of protocol, but what you have done is just unacceptable to me!"

"How do you think the Bossch'll schee it?"

"I...urk...I don't know...but I'll be damned if I have to sit here and watch Horuss die on my watch!"

"If you ever took the time to lischten to her, you'd find that Porrim is a far schuperior and far more productive young lady than that luschtful oaf you've been helping."

"Horuss is no oaf! To be true, he's a bit of strange one, but if you'd just give the boy a chance you'd see that he is quite the fighter. Why, not too long ago he took down his Denizen with my help! Eggs, your Rufioh was there! Tell him what happened!"

"uh, yeah, uh, eggs helped Rufioh make a dozen of himself! and they all went and made the fight-"

"Overeaschy, yesch, I know. You schay it scho often."

"but that's what happened! i'm not gonna lie and say it was hard!"

"Well Eggs, it wasn't exactly a walk in the park, you know..."

"Don't bother with him, Schawbuck! He'sch a moron! And according to the rulesch, I can take out Horussch. He'sch merely an unimportant Page."

"Yes, but...he's more than that to me. He's...he's like a son to me."

"Wait, what?!" Crowbar exclaimed. The other Felt members looked up to observe this not-so-unpredictable turn.

"Yes, you all heard me properly. The boy-Horuss-has become very dear to me. I regard him the way a father in alien cultures would regard his male offspring."

"Ridiculousch, Schawbuck. He hasch a luschusch, he doeschn't need you!"

"Yes, but a lusus is more of a guardian and a pet willing to defend you, whereas I watch over him and try to keep him safe. I don't think Horuss understands this, and I certainly don't expect him to, but I care about him. It's a feeling that none of our nonagents and none of their quadrants can describe. And now-oh, great stars, he's dying, and it's all your fault, Stitch! Damn you!"

"Why should I care about schome worthlesch perschon I can only schee behind a schcreen?" Stitch challenged. Sawbuck scowled.

"Land sakes, Stitch, they're only children! What kind of heartless person are you?"

"I'm not heartlesch, Schawbuck. I'm schimply following ordersch, unlike you. You've provided too much help to your patron troll. I schuggescht you justcht let eventsch play out."

"Why, you...fine, then. I'll let things 'play out', if you'll only get her to stop hurting him!"

"Deal," Stitch replied. Sawbuck turned back to his screen.

"Don't worry, lad, I told Stitch to stop! You should stop warping around sometime soon!" he typed into his computer. While his back was turned, Stitch went over and whispered to Finn:

"Thisch isch where you come in. Coax Porrim off her planet and quide her to Horussch."

"Okay. I'll lead her right to him," Finn replied. "Don't worry, I'm on your side in this." Crowbar suddenly appeared and hovered over his subordinates.

"What's this I'm hearing?" Crowbar demanded. Stitch and Finn didn't hesitate to explain their plan.

"He'll come after you both," Crowbar warned them, referring to Sawbuck. "You of all people should know that, Finn."

"I can see us divided in half, on 2 different sides of the room, embittered by our own emotions," Finn said. "Pathetic."

"Schome people, Schawbuck included, think we are schupposched to be helping everyone. Very schilly."

"Yes, but aren't we?" Crowbar asked. Finn and Stitch shook their heads.

"Whose side I am on, then?" Crowbar asked.

"I think you already know," Finn replied.

Crowbar thought for a moment, realizing what Finn and Stitch were making Porrim do. And Finn didn't try to hide what he planned on doing with Kurloz. By forcing the trolls to do things against their will malevolently, who were they emulating? And then he announced to everyone in the room:

"Alright everyone, listen up! There's been some conflict as to what we're supposed to do. So we're branching off. Anyone who wants to follow the Boss' instructions on the left side of the room, anyone who's got a heart goes on the right."

Crowbar went over to the right side of the room, noticing that Sawbuck was on his side. Trace, Clover, Die, Biscuits, and Cans followed him.

"I feel like some of these trolls could examine their past to reconcile with their present state," Trace said.

"Aranea has been ever so lucky. Her luck can't run out just yet!" Clover cried.

"I've got my reasons," Die said simply.

"Biscuits may not be very smart, but he has a heart of golden-brown!"

"OH YEAH, TEAM SYMPATHY!" Cans cried.

"That's actually not a bad name," Crowbar admitted. "Now, what's going on over there?" he asked Itchy, Doze, Finn, Stitch, Eggs, and Quarters.

"uhyouknowjustgottadowhatijustgottadoandbesideskankrisannoyingbutrealsmartbutreallyboringandstuffandidkindaliketogetridofhimbuthewontdiepermanentlyoranything!"

"IIIIII'm aaaaaactuuuuuuaaaaalyyyyyy wiiiiiiith yoooooouuuuuu guuuuuuys, iiiiiii juuuuuuust haaaaaveeeeeeen't gooooooooteeeeeeeen oooooooveeeeer theeeeeereeeee yeeeeeet."

"uh, eggs just had to let rufioh fight Ferrus, but now it doesn't matter because he's going to get beaten up anyway! the boss told me so!"

"If Meulin tries to resist Kurloz's control, I'll just trick her into flipping her own coin. I'll just lie and say it's a 'shipping coin' or something."

And so the Felt were thus divided: Team Apathy vs. Team Sympathy.

Hope you liked the Felt! Here's a bit more about them so that you can understand their personalities a bit better.

Itchy: Talks very fast, with no spacing, capitalization, or punctuation. He is very impatient and always wants things done immediately. Doze is the only one who can properly understand him.

Doze: Talks very slowly, stretching all the vowels. His easy-going lifestyle and slowness gives him a lot of patience to put up with Itchy.

Trace: He likes to analyze people's pasts by looking at their past trails and trying to understand how they got to where they are in life. He also likes to analyze the feelings and emotions people had in their past, but this can sometimes come off as discomforting. However, when Trace does this he means no harm; he usually does so to indicate to people that he is filled with sympathy for their hardships. Because Trace has had to look into many tragic pasts, he often seems forlorn and nostalgic.

Clover: A short, jovial fellow who likes to spread good luck and happiness wherever he goes. Most of the the Felt are fed up with his silliness, but he generally means them no harm. He often says things that could be mistaken in leprechaun culture for flirting, but it's all said in jest. As annoying as he is to some of the Felt members, they can't get rid of him, so instead they've learned to put up with him.

Finn: He is often preoccupied with the future. Knowing the future of the Trolls in this session makes him cynical and grumpy sometimes. Trace is like a moirail to him, often having to cheer him up. Trace, with his excellent memory, often has to remind Finn of things. Finn's obsession with the future causes him to forget nearly everything in the past, whether trivial or important. Unlike Trace, he has little sympathy for the trolls due to already knowing their fate. He'd rather serve Lord English than cater to emotional needs. Being able to predict the future lets him know what people will say, so he often initiates conversations or attempts to interrupt people if they try to talk with him.

Die: The youngest member of the Felt, he tends to be a bit shy and soft-spoken. Matchsticks has taken him under his wing to make sure he can fully understand the power of his doll. While he mainly keeps his opinions to himself, Die tries to maintain some sort of standard of ethics and morality. He believes that lying to the trolls and manipulating them is wrong, even if it's necessary. He also doesn't like Itchy because of his tendency to cheat. Whenever he gets fed up with someone he simply jumps to a timeline when they're dead and stays there as a sort of therapy for a while.

Crowbar: The leader of the Felt's activities, if one didn't count Scratch or Lord English. He has a desire to make sure that everyone below him is working, while he himself is usually too caught up with his own problems to work himself. It's not that he's lazy, it's just that he often questions Lord English's motives. He is the most aware of what Lord English's plans will lead to aside from Finn, but unlike Finn he feels that something needs to be done, although he isn't sure what. He also has a crush on Snowman, finding her to be charming and one of the few people equal to him in intelligence among the Felt. She does not reciprocate his feelings, however.

Stitch: Stitch has a bit of strange lisp that leads him to pronounce all S sounds with Sh, and follows all S letters with a ch. Like thisch, you schee. He is very methodical dislikes disruptions to his work, whether it's sewing something or working with his patron troll, Porrim. He sees no moral dilemma with manipulating the emotions of the trolls, but finds most of them to be uncivilized.

Sawbuck: He is often enthusiastic and enjoys adventure. Since he's stuck managing Horuss, however, he enjoys watching his journey and wants to be a close and reliable companion. Their age difference leads Sawbuck to regard Horuss the way a father regards his son. The other Felt don't get that, however, and Sawbuck is conflicted with these feelings and knows that Horuss doesn't regard him as a parental figure.

Matchsticks: He tends to look down on some of the more rambunctious Felt members, seeing as he is the one that has to clean up their messes. He constantly refers to Itchy, Doze, Clover, Die, Eggs, and Biscuits as "kid" due to his seniority. He is constantly warning people not to be too rash and feels as if he is in a position to advise anyone, even Crowbar. He also considers Die to be his protégé and encourages him to keep a level head when chaos strikes.

Eggs: Eggs is a bit of a loudmouth and sometimes makes egg puns when the opportunity arises. He also frequently refers to himself as "Eggs" instead of "I" or "me". He also is generally apathetic about the fate of the trolls, simply following Lord English's orders.

Biscuits: Biscuits is a little dopey, but he is also very friendly and can't stand to see people upset. Like Eggs he usually refers to himself without using pronouns, but sometimes he will use them. He also, hence his name, is quite good at baking biscuits and most other baked goods.

Quarters: Very trigger -happy with his gun and eager to take risks (even if they involve his life), the other Felt members are all a little afraid of Quarters sometimes, fearing that he is dangerous with his disregard for life. Truthfully, however, Quarters values the other Felt members; it's only outsiders who he has no compassion for.

Cans: He enjoys breaking through walls with his brute strength and knocking people into next week. He is also quite enthusiastic and loud like Eggs, but unlike Eggs he enjoys helping Latula, his patron troll, in any way he can. He usually keeps up a positive attitude as well, unlike other Felt members.

Hope this sums up all the Felt members. Some of the aspects of their personality we won't be able to see well, so you'll just have to kind of take my word for it that this is how they'll interact. Feel free to review with your thoughts on the Felt!