Tragic opened her eyes. A small raven sat on her windowsill, gazing down at her with beady, black eyes.
The raven blinks at her, before soaring off into the night.
A small scrap of paper was left behind, and Tragic grabbed it before it blew away in the chilly breeze that suddenly swept through her room.
Tragic looked at the paper in her fingers.
Open your eyes, Bane.
So Tragic did.
Her eyes crack open, and she groans. Everything hurts.
She is cold, but only on her back, which is pressed to the ground. She stands slowly, wincing as her head throbs.
She looks around, there is metal everywhere. The ground is metal, and... that`s really all there is, actually. Just the flat metal ground as far as the eye can see.
But she can see a city far in the distance. It`ll take a long time to get there, but she will eventually.
Tragic sighs, and starts walking towards the distant city.
Meanwhile, someone is watching their screen, their eyes following Tragic`s progress.
They look at where she`s heading. Damn it, she`ll make it to that fucking city, and she`ll find him, and everything will go to hell. They pop their fingers and pull up Trollian, getting ready to fuck her plans up.
Tragic hears a rattling noise, and looks around, trying to find the source of it. She sees a grate, and clanks over to it, wincing every time her feet hit the ground.
She drops to her knees next to the grate, and peers in. through the slots. She can just barely make out a shape of something in the darkness. What the hell is that?
She grabs the edges of the grate and heaves, pulling the heavy metal out of the hole and tossing it to the side.
The rattling noise is louder, and Tragic cautiously reaches down into the hole to grab whatever is making the noise.
The rattling fills Tragic`s ears, until it`s all she hears. Whatever is in the hole wraps around her hand, and inches up until it`s situated on her wrist.
She gasps as it moves, and pulls her hand out of the hole, looking at the thing latched onto her arm.
It`s a weird, metal thing, and it`s shuddering slightly. It looks like a metallic millipede, with weird scales that shiver and shudder.
Suddenly pain shoots up Tragic`s arm, and she screams, but her screaming distracts her, and the pain numbs, leaving only the blood dripping from under the metal millipede as a reminder. The pain still scorches through her veins, but it`s duller. She can feel it seeping through her entire body, and then her eyelids get heavy.
She struggles to stay awake, but slowly sinks to her knees, cursing, and then she flops over, asleep.
Her Pesterchum beeps, and an unread message says:
-twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling tragicMachination [TM]-
TA: ii wouldnt touch that iif ii were you.
TA: you fuckiing touched iit, dumba22.
TA: ju2t great.
-twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling tragicMachination [TM]-
Sollux sits back in his chair. God damn it. Why didn`t she look at his fucking messages before she went and got herself knocked out?
He stands up and walks away, sighing. He would just have to message her whenever she wakes up.
On another computer, another troll is staring at his computer screen blankly, smiling at Tragic`s sleeping form.
He decides to troll her a bit, maybe she`d read it when she wakes up?
He sends out a quick message, then sits back and smiles again.
After Tragic wakes her ass up.
Tragic sits up groggily, her head pounding. She looks around, but she doesn`t recognize her surroundings.
She fell asleep in the metal wasteland, right? So why are there buildings all around her?
What the fuck?
Is this the city that was in the distance?
She`s suddenly aware that she`s being watched, and turns to see someone standing in the shadows in an alley. She`s able to see that they have their head titled to the side, as if studying her.
Tragic pushes herself to her feet, groaning as the world spins around her. The pain is still in her system, but it`s almost gone, reduced to just a small, constant pinch around her wrist. She glances down and sees that the stupid metal-pede is still there, and now it has three glowing lights; blue, green-blue, and purple. The scales shivered, and the lights switched places with each other.
She hears a voice, soft and strange, as gentle as a whisper of wind on a blade of grass, yet as harsh as nails on a chalkboard. It murmurs something about Pesterchum.
Tragic pulls out her CompuPhone, and checks her Pesterchum. Messages from people she`d never heard of, twinArmageddons and terminallyCapricious. What the fuck? She never gets messages from anyone other than John, Rose, or Dave. She suddenly wondered why their other friend, Jade never tried to contact her. She probably has her reasons.
She pulls up the messages.
-twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling tragicMachination [TM]-
TA: ii wouldnt touch that iif ii were you.
TA: you fuckiing touched iit, dumba22.
TA: ju2t great.
TM: ...#3y, w#0 t#3 fuck 4r3 y0u?
TA: iim 2ollux.
TM: ...W#y t#3 fuck 4r3 y0u c0nt4ct1ng m3?
TA: iim tryiing two look out for you, tragiic.
TM: ...W#4t t#3 4ctu41 fuck.
TM: ...1 d0n`t kn0w w#0 t#3 #311 y0u 4r3!
TA: that wiill change 2oon.
TA: ii know what iim fuckiing talkiing about.
TM: ...W#4t3v3r y0u 54y.
TA: you grabbed the thiing, iidiiot.
TM: ...Fuck y0u, 5011ux, w#03v3r t#3 fuck y0u 4r3.
TM: ...1`m bl0ck1ng y0u.
TM: ...G0d d4mn 1t! W#4t3v3r, ju5t d0n`t t41k t0 m3 4nym0r3.
TA: fiine.
-twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling tragicMachination [TM]-
Tragic scoffed, then checked the other message.
-terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling tragicMachination [TM]-
TC: HeY mOtHeRfUcKeR!
TM: ...N0t 4n0t#3r 0n3 0f y0u j4ck45535.
TC: nO nEeD tO Be sO hAtEfUl.
TM: ...W311, w#4t t#3 fuck 4m I 5upp053d t0 d0 t#en?
TC: TrY dRiNkInG sOmE mOtHerFuCkInG fAyGo. ThAt sHiT iS mAdE oF mIrAcLeS.
TM: ...W#4t t#3 fuck 15 4 f4yg0?
TC: JuSt thE BeSt THiNg EvEr.
TM: ...1 t#1nk 1`v3 #34rd 0f t#4t, 4ctu411y.
TM: ...15n`t 1t 4 dr1nk?
TC: ItS tHe bEsT dRiNk.
The two keep talking for a while, and Tragic decides that she likes this troll much better than that last asshole.
Finally, Tragic stops talking to him, Gamzee, she learns, and when she does, she`s kind of sad.
TM: ...W311, by3 G4mz33.
TC: ByE, mOtHerFuCkEr. hOnK :o)
-terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling tragicMachination [TM]-
Tragic smiles to herself, then puts her CompuPhone up, and looks around.
She feels a tugging at her wrist, as if the metal-pede is trying to guide her.
She lets it take her wherever it may.
A/N: Guys, remember to tell me if you like the series, I enjoy writing t, but if you don`t enjoy reading it, I`ll move onto other things. :)
~Tech