Hi readers!

This is going to be a shorter chapter, sorry! Next chapter, we'll meet Gamzee, Feferi and John, and then the next, Equius and Nepeta. So, as I said before, there should only be a few more chapters of meeting characters! I am so sorry this is taking so long! Just keep reading, it'll get more interesting eventually! That's a promise!

Thank you so much for reading!

Helmlockforensics

Reader: Ditch the shorty, and become the bitch.

You are suddenly feeling very bitchy. Not in a bad way of course, you would never stoop down to that level. Currently, you have the name of Vriska Serket and you are waiting near a seafood shoppe in Liverpool. You were never a very large fan of England-you always felt like English people never kept very good company. You are a Russian model, and you prefer to speak in Russian. However, your English is quite good, just a bit hidden by your thick accent. You are currently waiting by this stupid seafood shoppe because, in short, you have no idea where you are. Moscow is much easier to navigate than Liverpool, giving you another reason to despise England. You sigh as you place your bag on the ground, pulling your iPhone 6 out with a huff. You suppose the best thing about being a famous model is you can have the latest and upcoming gadget even years before it's released to the public. You can't help the smirk that appears on your blue coated lips after that thought.

You were raised in Moscow by your older sister, Aranea, who likes to write bad romance novels. She really was always very annoying, but she supported you financially when you decided to quit school at age 15 and become a model. Getting up the modeling ladder was hard work, but your intense beauty never let you down before. You are very tall, about six feet in all, and you have long platinum blond hair and indigo eyes. You were also graced with having large breasts and toned legs and arms, along with creamy colored skin. Your looks are everything to you-even though you also know that you are one of the most intelligent people you've ever met. You would continue going to school, but in the end, many things can change your life. Accidents can change your life. Dead sisters can change your life. Then again, getting the career you've always dreamed of can change your life.

You have participated in acts that you are not proud of. As you said before, the modeling ladder is one of the hardest to climb. Countless hours of training were put into your normally easy life, and you had to give up a lot of things you loved. But that does not matter now, the only thing that truly matters is money. And you get money from looks, and you get politics from looks. It is a horrible thing, but as a woman in the modern world, the only thing that gets you anywhere is your stunning looks. You are a feminist, although with your look on life, it might not seem so. Every chance you get, you make sure to do what other women cannot do. You are not married for one thing. Nor do you think you will ever be, unless the right person comes along.

You are openly bisexual. You've never had a real romantic relationship, just a few flings here and there. You've slept with many people; just one of the perks of life, you suppose. You would say you are an excellent lover, but really you are just excellent at making people scream for more. You don't like those people. You like what those people give you, whether it's pleasure, politics, or both. You can never be too careful in this line of work.

You really don't like to talk to other people, and you never exactly have. This is why you decided to go on this vacation. You felt it was silly to come, but the man on the phone seemed pleasant enough, and he said you would be alone on it. But you do know that your ferry is leaving in 15 minutes, and so you should really figure out a way to find it and get on it. You sigh heavily as you realize you're going to have to speak to someone in order to find the fucking thing. You end up picking up your things and walking in a random direction before spotting an interesting group of people. They looked so damn silly, you swear. Only Russians had a proper sense of fashion, and it was disgustingly clear now as you looked at these low Englishmen. There were three of them; two women and a man.

One of the women had long, curly hair and looked as if she might have come from Japan. She was pretty, almost as pretty as some of the Japanese models you've met, but she was a bit taller than those girls. She wore a red kimono, and you began to wonder if she was from Britain in the first place. She also seemed to be very interested in looking around, and she seemed to be a lot like an elderly lady placed into a young woman's body. The way she walked was quite dull, and she seemed to be slightly, well, boring. You decide she isn't worthy of your gaze so you decide to inspect the man.

You looked at the man, if you could call him that. He had one of those silly mohawks, but it looked absolutely stupid on him. He had the face of a young man, but he was still quite muscular. You noticed this because he just seemed like a bunch of puzzle pieces that did not quite fit together. He had light brown hair and tan skin, and his eyes were a dark brown color. He was a bit shorter than you, but you were very tall for your age so that did not matter. You are also a lot stronger than you look as well, but many people tend to forget about that. You wonder if you could take this man down. Yes, he could be interesting.

You turned your indigo gaze on the woman, and she was gorgeous. You take back your statement about the English having trouble with style, because she proved you wrong. She wore a plain black dress which showed off every curve along her flawless body. She had jade green eyes and a lipstick which matched. She wore eyeliner in the way that matched her face perfectly, almost making her look like an Egyptian goddess. She also had short hair, which lined along her studded ears in small curls. She looked up at you and caught your eye.

"You do realize it is impolite to stare, correct?" She walked over to you, with a smile. She had a mezzo voice, and a British accent. You could just eat her up.

"Yes, but I like your style," You smirked back, watching her smile as the man's eyes widened. You turned your gaze to him. "What? You've never seen a Russian before? Silly Englishman, it's not that big of a surprise."

"W-what? N-no! I, er, wasn't-" He began, but the gorgeous woman put a hand on his shoulder.

"Please, Mr. Nitram," She turned her eyes back to you. "Was there something you needed, dear?"

"Actually, there's a few things I need," Your smirk grew as you turned your gaze to her breasts and then looked her in the eye once more, "One of them is possibly a way around here?"

"Ah, yes. I do not really know my way around here, but Ms. Megido should be able to help you. She is helping Mr. Nitram and I after all." She smiled, bringing the Asian forward.

"Well, I do live here, Kanaya!" She smiled at the gorgeous woman, evidently named Kanaya. You were surprised that the Asian had a London accent and not a Liverpool one. You hated Liverpool accents, so you realized you could be able to stand this girl. For now. "Where are you headed?" She asked you.

"Eh, on vacation to some island," You shrugged your shoulders in a nonchalant manner, "I need to go to Moor 36 in order to get there, though."

"W-what a coincidence!" Stutter boy exclaimed, "We're, erm, headed there t-too…"

"Really?" You frowned a bit. Why would they be headed there? You were promised a holiday alone!

"Yes, this is beginning to get a tad bit odd…" Kanaya mirrored your frown, "I suppose there should be other people there too. You can head there with us if you'd like."

As they begin walking, you follow after them, walking next to Ms. Megido, or whatever Kanaya called her.

"So what's your name?" She asked you.

"Vriska," You gave her a fake smile. "What about you?"

"Well, my name is Aradia and that's Tavros," She pointed to stutter boy, "And that's Kanaya."

"Huh," You said tossing a bit of your hair back. This was incredibly stupid, and you certainly weren't ready for a group trip with people you didn't know. You wondered if they knew each other as well. "Why are you here?" You asked.

"Well, actually, we aren't certain." Kanaya said, "I was told I would be alone on this holiday, but it certainly does not seem that's the case. Mr. Nitram and I sat on the train together, and we recently met Ms. Megido who kindly offered us the location of the Moor."

"Oh," You said, looking around at all the dirty English people. Ugh, you hated this.

"Here we are." Aradia stopped in front of a Moor overlooking the ocean. There were already a few people there.

"I suppose you all are joining us?" A blond woman asked, lifting an eyebrow. She seemed very annoying. Note to self: stay away from her.

"I suppose we are," Kanaya smiled a bit at the woman, who smiled back.

Something was off about this situation, but you couldn't tell what.