A/N: For this story it's been the biggest writer's block I've had so far xD I've also had a period of watching Sherlock! It's an amazing show, you should check it out. 6 episodes, each one hour and a half. Yus. ;)
I used to have the ending to this story in my head, and couldn't think of ways to lead up to it. Now I can't remember the end!
Sometmes I have a scene planned out. In this case, not so much.
Attended a wedding, helped set up and tear down for the reception, so that consumed much time x) Lost a lense from my glasses, so I hope I don't make many grammar errors o,e
Let's take a go!
Dirk and Jake walked up to the building. It looked rundown on the outside, but from the intel they've gathered, it's the hideout of the Deaf Eyes. It's actually an acronym, Daunting Extraterrestrial Ambling Flames Eating Your Every Savior. Odd name. Wish they knew why it was named that.
They walked in. "Yo." Dirk said, as all eyes went to them. "Uhhh.. 'Ello." Jake said, giving an awkward smile.
"What the hell do you want?" a man, presumably a security gaurd, who towered over the boys, walked up to Dirk.
"That's none of ya business." Dirk replied to him, walking past.
"Apologies." Jake said, bowing his head, then followed Dirk.
A lady walked up to Dirk next. "Ahhhh, Dirkkk." she said dreamily.
"Sup." he said, and continued walking. "Dirkkkkkkkk." she said again, practically drooling. He simply keeps walking.
"Ahhhh, Dirk Strider, Jake English. Nice ta see you boys again." a man said, walking up to them.
"Heya Con." Dirk replied to the man. "Mr. Pierre." Jake said, nodding.
"What brings you kids here?" Pierre asks, grinning.
"See if we can get our jobs back. Ya know." Dirk says, shrugging. "Simply, yes sir." Jake says, sighing at Dirks attitude.
"Yes, of course. I remember the last time I saw ya, Dirk. Haha, never paid the fines for the machine?"
"Hell no I didn't."
"Hahaha, that's why I like ya, Dirk." he motions to the duo, "Follow me." he says, walking to the back into a room.
Dirk walks. Jake shakes his head, "What have I gotten myself into?" he mumbles, following Dirk.
After they enter the room, the door closes. "Now then," Pierre says, taking a seat behind his teal colored desk, "Why ya boys want back in, eh?"
"Boredom, mostly. Ya know." Dirk says. "Also, got bills to pay." Jake adds.
Pierre nods. "Well, I'm willing to give another chance, as I don't see how last time means anything anymore. Besides, Dirk is quite popular with the females here."
He pulls out two shirts, with the eye & thorn symbol and tosses them at the duo. "Mandatory?" Dirk asks.
"Yes." Pierre replies. Dirk looks the shirt over. Then rips off the sleeves and slips it on. "Fine" he says. Jake just puts it on.
"Now, you two, follow, there are things that must be seen." Pierre says, beckoning to the two to follow him.
They look at each othe, then comply and follow Pierre as he walks into another room, after unlocking the door. It was an extensive stairway. They tried to look to the bottom, but they didn't see the end. "Come on, boys." he says, walking down.
Jake and Dirk followed. Shortly, they were able to see the bottom, or at least a glimmer of light. After a while they get to the bottom to see a hallway filled with several doors. It felt like a dungeon of sorts, with torches every so often. They looked like they've been there forever, yet they showed no signs of burning out in the slightest. Pierre walked on. As the duo looked around, a door was open every so ofen. Jake looked into one to see a short troll, with a mohawk kind-of haircut, horns extending out of either side of his head then up at the end. His legs looked mangled, and he had only one eye, the other eyelid was shut closed, a brown blood line clearly shown. that ran down his cheek. He looked up at Jake. Jake shuddered and moved on.
"Excuse me, but, what is this place?" Jake asks Pierre. "It's a dungeon of sorts, you can say, where we keep those that we... 'capture'." he replies.
"Anddddd, why are they kept here?" Dirk asks. "They won't live very long. Most are used for experiments. Most don't live." he says nonchalantly, continuing his walk.
Jake and Dirk nodded at each other, continuing to follow. A minute into the depressing, dank dungeon and they reached another room. Pierre unlocks it and walks in. Dirk walks in. Jake gulps then follows. They see a lab. A table with several devices lay in the corner, and a large test tube looking thing was in the middle. It was almost halfway to the ceiling, which was about 30 feet up, it was around 15 feet wide and whatever liquid in it was black. Dirk walked up to the tube, and stared into the blackness. A couple eyes suddenly appeared in front of his face. Jake jumped. The eyes stared at Dirk. He lifted up his shades to look back at them. They were all different colors. One of every troll spectrum, if he recalls correctly. He lets his shades drop back on his nose and turns arund. "What the fuck is that?" he asks Pierre.
"That, Dirk, is our ultimate weapom. Whenever it devors a human or troll, its form slowly morphs into the similar body shapes. The only backfire is that it takes a significant amount to do so, and it has to be within a 30 minute time frame, or it'll revert back to its original from, that you see right now."
"And the eyes?" Jake asks.
"Infiltration, you could say. As soon as its body is formed, it will devour the eyes, and will be able to switch the retina colors, corresponding to its likes or the missions it undertakes."
"You're giving us information quite freely, dontcha thin?" Dirk asks, eyeing the man suspisciously.
"It's not like you boys coud do anything about it. And I don't see the harm, as you're joining back with us."
"Whatever, dude." Dirk said walking around the lab.
"Tell me somehin, though, I didn't see Killigan when we walked in, why is that?" Dirk asked.
"I almost forgot, you were fired before he left us. He quit his job, as we learned he was snooping around. It's been years, but we found the boy with sme other targets. We have him, the Serket gal, and that one brown blood."
...
Dave had set up Jake and Dirk's glasses with one video camera lense each. He, and the others, were watching from Equius's several computer screens in his computer room. "This can't be though..." Gamzee muttered when he looked at who could only be Tavros, legs fucked up and an eye missing.
Fast forward...
"So this is what attacked you all, no?" Kanaya asked as she saw the eyes pop up from the black substance. "Inded it is." Equius said. "They're talking again, shut the fuck up." Karkat murmured.
...
"I heard about the brown blood, didn't he get brutally murdered?" Jake asks.
"That's the funny thng, boy, you see, I staged it. We made a replica with this liquid you've observed. It wasn't too hard to pull off. The second those fools saw something similar to Tavros, the brown blood, their minds immediately made them believe he had perished. But not at all, we need him."
"What for, exactly?" Dirk asks.
"That, my boy, is somthing you'll find out later. For now, make your ways back up and go sort something. I'm going to research here." Pierre says, shooing the guys out.
"Later then." Dirk says, walking out. Jake bows his head and follows.
The door closes behind them and they make their ways up. "You all catch that?" Jake asks, speaking into a headset.
"Loud and clear." Dave replies.
"This is some weird shit. I like it." Dirk says.