Screw 200-500 words, I'll just write however much I want- I don't even ship this and I got 1100 words out of it- so much for a drabble, huh?

Chapter 1

Vrisrezi

ChessclubStuck

Vriska glared at the pieces with a bitter, curdling mix of hatred and frustration. Her strategy skills were supposed to be second to none – so why did this girl, this blind girl seem to trump her so easily? Every move she made was countered with the swiftness and conceitedness of a crow who had just pilfered the biggest ring out of the drawer, the one that glinted like the tears of mermaids under light, the one irreplaceable gift from a deceased relative- her stomach sunk in a way Vriska Serket had never felt before, because Vriska Serket won. She was supposed to be the vicious arachnid that snuck up on victory like it had been entrusted to her, silently and silkily, enclosing anything, anything, that got in her way with luck and sweet, sweet betrayal. That was what people who truly wanted to succeed did- never accepted inferiority, constantly clawed at top position and took down anything in their way with a deadly, venomous combination of sublime tactics and brute force-right? It was the only way to be important- or at least that was what her mother taught her from day one, recounting her struggle to the top floor in the ugly days of inequality.

"H3Y SPID3RBITCH, YOU GONN4 M4K3 4 MOVE OR WH4T?"

The slightly younger girl muttered several muffled profanities under her held breath, running her fingers amongst her long, curled black locks. Trying to factor in everything that she could do, and, with her cunning and ruthlessness, what her opponent- no, her enemy, could pull off was extremely trying, and before long, the entire board seemed to become a whirlpool of monochrome and vintage wood, mocking her imminent defeat at the hands of a handicapped girl who seemed to have come from nowhere. She wasn't used to losing, that much was obvious, but the sheer embarrassment of losing to someone who couldn't even see the board was most certainly one of her greatest fears right now.

"4R3 YOU D34F BY 4NY CH4NC3? TH4T WOULD B3 IRONIC- 4 B4TTL3 OF TH3 R3DUC3D S3NS3S."

"Hey, shut the fuck up! Soooooooome people prefer to actually think a8out their moves instead of tossing the pieces around like a drunken howler monkey, so leave me in peace, Miss Kitty-Earrings."

"FIRST, TH3S3 W3R3 4 V3RY KIND GIFT FROM ON3 OF MY B3ST FRI3NDS. DISR3SP3CT H3R 4ND YOU DISR3SP3CT M3. S3CONDLY, 4LL TH3 MOV3S YOU C4N TH3OR3TIC4LLY M4K3 FROM NOW 3X3PT ON3 4LLOW M3 TO CH3CKM4TE YOU OF COURS3, IT'S NOT LIK3 I'M GOING TO GIV3 YOU TH3 4NSW3RS." The older girl ran her tongue over her pointy teeth, while Vriska scowled at Terezi, the name she had picked up from the name badge pinned onto the brown haired girl's shirt (what sort of name was Terezi, anyway?), frustrated and yet also confused on how her sick burns had simply deflected off Terezi's motivation and into her morbid fascination with this girl who somehow saw everything without eyes. Nobody had ever beaten the great Vriska Serket before, so why now? What had made this Wednesday afternoon so extraordinary, why was this the day when a challenger had arrived to topple the legacy of arachnidsGrip? The nerves from being stared straight on by the grisly red eyes of defeat, and the moss-green eyes of jealousy chilled Vriska to the bone, as the anxiety crept in and bred amongst her fears.

"GIV3N UP Y3T?"

It was the last straw, and Vriska grabbed the nearest piece and performed the easiest legal move possible to do- dooming herself to failure, and her first loss ever. But while being sour and rotten against her mouth, the intense pressure lifted of her shoulders like a brick felt so strangely good, and she almost gave into the fact her defeat was inevitable from the moment Terezi walked into the room.

"Yes. I h8ve given up- this is one of the more inferior irons in my fire, after all" Vriska tried to keep it together, but both of them could tell any signs of self-control were illusions formed by determination to not expose any vulnerabilities.

"TH3N CH3CKM4T3" Terezi slid a piece- Vriska was too dazed and shocked by her loss to even remember the rules of chess right now, and such had no recollection of which piece, and the game was won without any protest. One of the other kids in the group had noticed her loss, and soon others began to turn around in the realization that the unbeatable Vriska Serket had just lost- but they had all but missed the two dames, who each headed in different directions.

Vriska would have normally walked off to spend lunch with her friend Kanaya Maryam, but instead she absconded to the library to pick up the book she had learnt chess from in the beginning – she had never bothered with the advanced material, her skill had blossomed rapidly enough to ignore it, but perhaps she had missed out on important techniques that would assist her in her eventual metaphorical reclamation of the throne. But each time she looked at the cover she wanted to break the book in half, for all it did was remind her that she had been inferior, something that Vriska Serket never was supposed to be. Chess was one of her many irons in the fire- if she needed she could always take a break from it and work on her other talents, but her fury drove her on to be better, to do better and to triumph over her latest foe.

And this was when Vriska Serket met the dead eyes of Terezi Pyrope once again.

"H3Y. GR34T G4M3 TH3RE" Vriska snapped towards the source of the noise.

"Haven't you crushed me enough already?" It was quite probably the first time in years that Vriska had let her true feelings express themselves in her voice, and those feelings were mostly desperation and anger in one wretched cocktail.

"NO, TH4T W4S 4CTU4LLY 4 GOOD M4TCH. YOU H4VE LOTS OF SKILL, YOU'R3 TH3 CLOS3ST I'V3 3V3R COM3 TO LOSING IN TH3 L4ST FIV3 Y34RS. DON'T B3 DOWN, LOSING IS VIT4L SOM3TIM3S, SO WHY FIGHT IT?

"I still screwed up. I can't do that if I want to succeed."

"SOM3TIM3S YOU HAVE TO 4CC3PT THE CONSOL4TION PRIZE"

"The consolation pri-"

At that moment, Terezi locked her mouth onto Vriska's for a second that seemed like an eternity, leaving the black haired girl completely dumbfounded.

"8U- 8U-"

"S33 YOU SOON, WORTHY OPPON3NT"