Chapter 11: Weiss Relocated

Weiss woke her eyes, and felt a strange sensation. Cold, angry, but somehow, happy. Perhaps she was feeling happy she was alive? She moved about, and realized she was on a couch.
And sitting on the other end was the Stitch.
Weiss screamed in full volume. She made reach for her rapier, but it wasn't there. So she grabbed a plate and threw it, then a cup, and then a stool. All of them smashed against the Stitch, but he didn't seem to be getting hurt at all. Then he stood up, and Weiss backed against a wall, throwing another cup lying on the floor, then throwing a knife, and then a grenade (With the pin still in it. Say, why was all this stuff lying around anyway?)

Weiss then cradled herself, and said, "Stay away!"
The Stitch moved a hand forward.

Weiss: (Schoolgirl scream)
She noticed that nothing happened, and looked up. The Stitch was offering her a biscuit. Weiss found herself at a loss for words. "um…thank you?" The Stitch just nodded it's head. Weiss stared at it and then ate the biscuit. It didn't have any taste, but she wasn't going to complain.

"Hey, uh… I gotta go…"

The Stitch let out a sort of startled gasp, "Hunh!" And it actually cried, releasing black tears.

"No no! Don't cry!" Weiss tried to calm it down. Great. Now she was dealing with an emotional mythological creature.

The Stitch looked at her ,and stopped crying. It just stared at her, while Weiss stared back ,and said, "So… um…. Nice house."

The Stitch simply sighed. It lacked so much emotion in its appearance, Weiss had to pick up the emotion in its voice. She looked around. There was the couch she was on, and the smashed pottery all over the floor. And then there were a few tables, a fire side, and even a table with stitching materials all over it. Then there was a cabinet filled with completely random things, like a skull, a necklace, a cup, a sword, a bullet and so on.

She wondered what they were, when she noticed the Stitch move to a corner of the room and then behind a wall, which seemed to be cut out of the rock (or perhaps it was the shape of the rock? Was she inside a giant rock?) Then it came out with something in its hands. Weiss read the name of the game….

"Randomnia. How do you play it?" she asked, a little curious. She had never heard of such a game. The Stitch pointed to a wall. The wall had a painting of one stickman. Poorly made.

"Oh," Weiss said, realizing what the wall art meant, "You've been alone for a long time? So you've never played?"
The Stitch nodded.

"Well, I guess this game has instructions," Weiss opens the box, and reads the first part of the instructions:
Roll the dice.

She rolls the dice, and lets go. The dice bounce off and smash a vase.

"Sorry…."

Then she read the instructions further.

"Let's see….. move pieces by the amount which dice shows. Ranges from 1,2,3,4,5, and …Infinity?"

She looked at the dice. Surely enough, it had the sign of infinity where there should be a six. Her dice had landed a five. She moved her piece. The Stitch rolled an Infinity. He moved his piece with a tendril all the way to the end.

"Wow, you're kinda lucky. SO game over?"
The Stitch looked at her, and sighed again.

Weiss gulped. She looked at the Randomnia instructions, which said that there were at least 50 differnet games, as the instructions stated, 'after all, it's all random.'

Weiss sighed. "When will I get rescued? Cures you Lavender….."

TO BE CONTINUED!