AN- Man, I think this might be my first major length fanfic.

Strap yourselves in for a ride, boys and girls.

Ripping her desk drawer open, Tara rifled through the cluttered mess in search of her pen. Her hand made its way past photos of herself, different pieces of attempted 'art,' and a couple crumbled up packets of chips, before finally latching onto the object of desire. Tara whipped the pen out, and proceeded to walk over to a low table that sat in the corner of her room, a mess of drawings littered about on it. Behind her, her laptop flashed with urgency as a notification of a message popped up on her screen. She instead ignored it, as she knew it was just a group chat made up of her and her Christian friends from school. The five of them kept in contact with each other through it, though Tara personally disliked it. All they posted were Christian memes. Tara believed in God, but even she had the sense not to post such cringe inducing pictures.

She pulled over a piece of paper and sat down in her chair. She had just finished her conversation with Matt before he had to answer someone else, though Tara didn't care much about that. Gave her a chance to brush up on her drawing skills, though 'skills' said with the largest quotation marks Microsoft Word would allow.

Her room was nothing special, though it was layered with enough 'Jesus Christ: Superstar' merchandise to sink a battleship. Posters, bedsheets, pillowcases, and numerous small statues made it up, making her healthy obsession seem borderline psychotic. Aside from that, absolutely normal.

She got about halfway through drawing a self-portrait before a different notification flashed up on her computer, inferring someone was contacting her directly. She placed the pen down, and crossed the room in a couple of strides, hoping Matt was back so they could get onto playing the game. Instead, she saw that it was a username she had never seen before. She brought up the chat window, and began to type.

SlipperyGough (SG) began Trolling BaptisingLilac (BL)

SG: GrEEtinGs!
SG: tArA, you there darling?
BL: Can I help you?
BL: Not to be rude, but you've just contacted me out of the blue
BL: And you know my name…?
SG: oh! soRRy, is ThaT not okay?
BL: Oh, I don't mind
BL: It's just kind of creepy, is all
SG: truly soRRy! It's just…
SG: my friend and i REquiRE your help
SG: and maTTs tOO!
BL: Help?
SG: with the game!
BL: Sburb?
BL: But we haven't played it
SG: but when you sTarT playing, siLLy!
SG: my friend carthus can teLL you aLL about it
SG: i'm just CoNTaCTiNg you while he talks maTT's ear oFF!
BL: Oh
BL: Well, I suppose there are a few things I'd like to ask while we wait
BL: Who are you? And who's Carthus?
SG: oh, how rude of me!
SG: my name's tArliA, and carthus is my favourite moIraIl!
SG: weLL, only moIraIl
SG: but i like to think we'd have bEEn bEStiES EvEn so!
SG: you sEE, wE'rE the last of our kind
SG: troLLs, if you can bEliEvE ThaT
BL: Trolls, hmm?
BL: I'm sorry if this is offensive, but that seems hard to believe
SG: yes, weLL, i would try to prove it
SG: but i don't have any way to! ]:/
SG: but i can draw you a REpEREsENTaTioN of my moIraIl and i!

Tarlia sent a link to Tara, and though Tara was hesitant, she eventually clicked on it. The link opened Tara's web browser and took her to a single page, which had a cartoonish drawing plastered in the corner. The drawing depicted a grey skinned, curvy young lady, with a pair of horns about half the size of her head, and pointed straight upwards, though one was slightly curved back and down towards her head at the end. She sat on a small rock, surrounded by flowers, in a short and soft-looking dress torn off above her knees, and a long sleeved overcoat that ran down to her feet, which had small slip-on shoes on them. Her wide smile revealed a set of blunt but pointed teeth, her eyes lacked colour, and she had shoulder length, curly black hair.

Tara stared at the picture for a few moments, impressed at the immense skill taken to draw it, before going back to the conversation.

BL: That's you?
BL: Well, I don't know if you are truly a troll
BL: But you are quite a talented artist!
SG: you reaLLy think so? ]:D
BL: Yeah!
BL: I wish I could draw half as good as you
SG: weLL, i do bEliEvE we'LL mEEt EvEntuaLLy
SG: so i'd be haPPy to teach!
BL: I'd be grateful
SG: oh, nearly fOrgOt!

Another link popped up, and Tara eagerly clicked on it. This time, the page displayed a cartoonish drawing of a different male, scrawny, and grumpier looking troll, with a pair of wavy horns protruding from the sides of his head. Just as Tarlia, the troll had colourless eyes and black hair, though most of his hair was hid under a flat brimmed cap, reminiscent of young lad from the nineteenth century. In fact, his entire look seemed ripped straight from the 1800's, with a muddy brown bunch of garments that passed for a waist length jacket, button up shirt, long legged suspenders, and flat soled shoes. What stood out amongst his look, and the dreary city set behind him, were his snake like features, specifically the slits that were in place of his pupils, and the pair of small fangs that came from his scowling look.

SG: it's my moIraIl!
SG: his name is carthus
BL: You keep saying 'moirail'
BL: What is that?
SG: oh, you should ask carthus
SG: he'd be glad to talk your ear oFF!
BL: Well never-the-less, you're still quite talented
BL: I might have to get you to draw me some day!
SG: weLL, SuRpRiSe then!
SG: AlreAdy DiD
SG: hErE! ]:)

As promised, Tara opened the link to find a picture of not only her, but Matt as well, in the same art style. It was a scarily accurate depiction of the two: depicting Tara's short, chubby stature, auburn hair, caramel skin and her hazel eyes, while also showing Matt's average build, chestnut hair, white skin and brown eyes.

BL: Jeez
BL: These are spot on
SG: yes, i'd hope so!
SG: carthus and i have bEEn watching you for a long time
SG: observing your cUltUre, cuStomS
SG: it's aLL quite INtErEstINg!
SG: and i can't place it, but i have this strange INfATuATIoN with you in pARticulAR!
BL: Oh…
BL: …
BL: Really?
SG: yeah!
SG: it's just with your weird relIgIon, easy-to-APProAch dEmEanour
SG: and on top of ThaT, you're preTTy as weLL!
BL: …
BL: …
BL: …
BL: Well, I don't know what to say
BL: Can I ask something though?
SG: shOOt!
BL: If you are a troll
BL: Like a REAL one…
BL: Does your race, or species, or whatever
BL: Have genders?
SG: of course!
BL: and you're a female?
SG: MMM-hMM
BL: Well that's…
BL: Good to know
BL: Listen, do you mind if I talk to you later?
BL: I got some stuff to think about
SG: yeah, carthus wiLL proBaBly want to speak with you later anYwaY!
SG: plEasurE talking with you, tArA!

SlipperyGough (SG) ceased Trolling BaptisingLilac (BL)

Tara sat silently in front of her computer, simply staring at her computer. She didn't know what she was waiting for; Matt to message her again, or a sign from God himself. Just something to signal her to do something. But instead she sat there, thinking about the previous conversation she had. She opened up the link to the drawing of Tarlia, just to help her think, though all it did was give her even more confused feelings. She could talk to Matt, though what good would that do when the guy can't go five seconds without turning the topic into something about him. Guy was kind of impulsive, but he was better than nothing. Then again, Tarlia spoke of another troll in their session, Carthus. Maybe he was the person to talk to? Though she didn't want to bother him, she barely wanted to talk with her closest friend about it. Eventually, she came to the conclusion to simply push her feelings away, not wanting to bother anyone with her problems. She instead opened up her dialogue box with Matt, and tried contacting him.

BaptisingLilac (BL) began Pestering DailySpelunker (DS)

BL: Hey Matt, you get contacted as well by people claiming to be trolls?
BL: Matt?
BL: Gosh, you must've
BL: Guess I'll wait

And as she waited for a response, Tara's mind began to wander again. She had a lot to think about.