p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"You wake up in the Captor hive and holy fuckin' hell is your head slammin' with the aches. The back door is standing wide open, a puddle of rain reaching towards you as it pours. You don't know how long they've been gone, but- oh man. Oh, emman/em, they've got Eridan. He's an annoying prick, and you'd much rather have a different dancestor, but you feel sick at the thought of him bein' emtortured/em. And all those other kids... Poor Tuna. You scramble to your feet, shoving through the vertigo and run out the door. No point in worryin' about your hair, there are lives that need savin'. You rush into the car and out of the driveway, nearly colliding into another and honking when they slam on their brakes. "Get the fuck outta the way, I got someplace to be!" You shout, flipping him off as the angry driver goes by. Ignoring all speed limits and road rules, you get to the police station in half the time you expected to./p
p dir="ltr"The front lobby is crowded with people. Hasstrong The Grand Highblood/strong caused that much commotion? You see a guy with ginormous horns protruding from the side of his head and holy shit he has wings. But you don't remember seeing any trolls that looked like that at the party. There's three really short guys with equally nubby horns to match. Another seadweller with long braids cascading down her back slams her fist down on the front counter harshly, pointing her trident at an officer who looks unamused. And would you look at that, it's Officer Captor. "I am goddamn royalty and my lil gal's been missing for nearlyem four hours/em. What do I gotta do to get somethin' done round here?" The girl shouts. The officer hands her a clipboard and pen./p
p dir="ltr""File a missing persons report just like everyone else here," You push past the lady, ignoring her hiss and lean in close./p
p dir="ltr""Listen, I know where all these people went. It was strongThe Grand Highblood./strong I was at-"/p
p dir="ltr""Enough. You can't tell a story like that-"/p
p dir="ltr""It's not a story! These people-"/p
p dir="ltr"em"In public/em. Come with me," Officer Captor leads you down one of the hallways and knocks on an office door. He signals to the cop inside through the large window on the door and she follows us deeper into the bowels of the police station. "He claims to know what happened to all of the missing kids," You consider momentarily mentioning that both of his kids were also kidnapped, but delay saying that for as long as possible. Don't want to break the guy's heart too early. At the end of the hallway there are two doors. The lady cop goes through the one on the left and you two men through the one on the right. Inside is a plain table, a couple of chairs, a large lamp and a huge ass mirror covering one wall entirely./p
p dir="ltr""Does this place double as a ballet school?" You say, smirking. All you get is a bland look of annoyance. No use in tryna lighten the mood you guess./p
p dir="ltr""So you know where they all are?"/p
p dir="ltr""Nah, no. I just knowstrong The Grand Highblood/strong took them, all of them. I was at a party, see, drove my little dancestor and decided to stick around with the little ones..." I tell the story in as much detail as I can, and Officer Captor nods along the entire time. His face is set in stone, a mask of detachment. It's kinda freakin' me out, actually, but I don't say nothin' and keep describing the story. He already knows, obviously, that it happened in his hive. Just in case, though, I mention it at the end. "It was at your hive, I believe, sir," I tap the tips of my fingers together. "I'm really sorry, man," He sits back, licking his lips and sighs heavily. "I should probably file a missing persons report for my dancestor, right?" He nods, frowning deeply./p
p dir="ltr""I'm sorry. I shouldn't get involved with this case, so the detective back there will come in shortly," He stands and walks out of the room without another word. Seems kind of abrupt, if you ask you. But no ever asks you anything./p
p dir="ltr"You did try, to help that little girl. She was so damn tiny, and trembling. You felt this intense need to protect her. And you wish you could have. Damn, you should have done somethin' more. Tried to get your phone out of the car rather than chase him down like an idiot. Never would have worked. You run a hand down your face, sighing. You don't know what you're going to do without your dancestor, man. Can't stand the little shit most of the time but geez, he's a good kid. Doesn't deserve nothin' like this. And Dualscar hasn't even messaged you to make sure either of you are alright. That bastard doesn't give a shit. You sit for a long time, mulling things over, contemplating what could have happened and what did. You're no hero, but you could have been. Those poor fuckin' kids. You've been in here for an awful long time. Maybe you should just, check, see what's happenin' out there in the real world. It's probably locked, though. Why would it be? You didn't do nothin' wrong. You stand and walk to the door, cautiously turning the knob. Sure enough, it opens. The hallway is completely empty, but you can just see into another office. The blinds are drawn, but there's a broken one in the middle. As a seadweller, your ears are as fine tuned as a meowbeast's. You can hear urgent voices discussing something about... humans?span id="docs-internal-guid-c3dcdb69-79d2-1786-9056-6a7117ca43e7"What the fuck? You gently close the door behind you and creep over to the door, squinting into the slit. There are two trolls with burlap sacks over their heads, their wrists in cuffs. Wait a minute, their wrists are emwhite/em. One wears a purple skirt with legs so white they practically glow and she's short, her head bent forward. The other is significantly taller, wearing jeans and a black tank top, which reveals heavily muscled arms, one of which has a strange tattoo on it, a horrendously disfigured face. Officer Captor stands in front of them, a hand stroking his jaw as he looks the two up and down then nods. What, are those humans? What emis/em a human? Two officers slide in behind the "humans" and block your view of them. "Come on, come on... move, dammit," You murmur, crushing closer to the door. The officers move and you see more white. The one in the skirt has chin-length white hair with brown roots and a purple /spanheadband. It's messy, sticking up in every direction. The one in the tank top has hair that's more a yellow, wilting downwards like a sad flame./p
p dir="ltr""You said there was another one?" Officer Captor looks to someone off to the side that you can't see./p
p dir="ltr""Yes sir, another presumed male. He got away and we pursued for half an hour. No one has seen him since,"/p
p dir="ltr""Has there been any reports of a white troll or anything?"/p
p dir="ltr""No sir, not yet," Officer Captor nods, examining the two humans. You sigh, heavy with this new, strange information. Immediately, the one with the wilting flame glances over his shoulder and you see that he's wearing pointy sunglasses. You scramble backwards, praying that he won't say anything, and you fumble with the doorknob back to your interrogation room. It's locked. emFuck./em Shit. emDammit./em What would they do to you if they found out you now know about humans? You press your back against the door. No one is coming down the hallway. Now is your chance to leave. Go, run. You slick your hair back and step forward, prepared to do just that. The door to the room with the aliens opens and you stiffen, looking at a female officer slipping out. She blinks at you and walks towards you with an extended hand and a grin./p
p dir="ltr""Hi, I'm Detective Redglare. I'll be working on your case," You shake her hand with an unsteady chuckle./p
p dir="ltr""Sorry, I had to take a piss and the door was open," You explain, hoping she'll believe you. She nods and opens the door to the interrogation room, gesturing for you to walk in first./p
p dir="ltr""Glad you're refreshed because we have a lot to talk about." /p
p dir="ltr" /p
p dir="ltr"strongThis is a sloppy chapter, but I'm not very good with making smooth transitions when a lot of things happen. Details are more my thing, you know?/strong/p
p dir="ltr"The front lobby is crowded with people. Hasstrong The Grand Highblood/strong caused that much commotion? You see a guy with ginormous horns protruding from the side of his head and holy shit he has wings. But you don't remember seeing any trolls that looked like that at the party. There's three really short guys with equally nubby horns to match. Another seadweller with long braids cascading down her back slams her fist down on the front counter harshly, pointing her trident at an officer who looks unamused. And would you look at that, it's Officer Captor. "I am goddamn royalty and my lil gal's been missing for nearlyem four hours/em. What do I gotta do to get somethin' done round here?" The girl shouts. The officer hands her a clipboard and pen./p
p dir="ltr""File a missing persons report just like everyone else here," You push past the lady, ignoring her hiss and lean in close./p
p dir="ltr""Listen, I know where all these people went. It was strongThe Grand Highblood./strong I was at-"/p
p dir="ltr""Enough. You can't tell a story like that-"/p
p dir="ltr""It's not a story! These people-"/p
p dir="ltr"em"In public/em. Come with me," Officer Captor leads you down one of the hallways and knocks on an office door. He signals to the cop inside through the large window on the door and she follows us deeper into the bowels of the police station. "He claims to know what happened to all of the missing kids," You consider momentarily mentioning that both of his kids were also kidnapped, but delay saying that for as long as possible. Don't want to break the guy's heart too early. At the end of the hallway there are two doors. The lady cop goes through the one on the left and you two men through the one on the right. Inside is a plain table, a couple of chairs, a large lamp and a huge ass mirror covering one wall entirely./p
p dir="ltr""Does this place double as a ballet school?" You say, smirking. All you get is a bland look of annoyance. No use in tryna lighten the mood you guess./p
p dir="ltr""So you know where they all are?"/p
p dir="ltr""Nah, no. I just knowstrong The Grand Highblood/strong took them, all of them. I was at a party, see, drove my little dancestor and decided to stick around with the little ones..." I tell the story in as much detail as I can, and Officer Captor nods along the entire time. His face is set in stone, a mask of detachment. It's kinda freakin' me out, actually, but I don't say nothin' and keep describing the story. He already knows, obviously, that it happened in his hive. Just in case, though, I mention it at the end. "It was at your hive, I believe, sir," I tap the tips of my fingers together. "I'm really sorry, man," He sits back, licking his lips and sighs heavily. "I should probably file a missing persons report for my dancestor, right?" He nods, frowning deeply./p
p dir="ltr""I'm sorry. I shouldn't get involved with this case, so the detective back there will come in shortly," He stands and walks out of the room without another word. Seems kind of abrupt, if you ask you. But no ever asks you anything./p
p dir="ltr"You did try, to help that little girl. She was so damn tiny, and trembling. You felt this intense need to protect her. And you wish you could have. Damn, you should have done somethin' more. Tried to get your phone out of the car rather than chase him down like an idiot. Never would have worked. You run a hand down your face, sighing. You don't know what you're going to do without your dancestor, man. Can't stand the little shit most of the time but geez, he's a good kid. Doesn't deserve nothin' like this. And Dualscar hasn't even messaged you to make sure either of you are alright. That bastard doesn't give a shit. You sit for a long time, mulling things over, contemplating what could have happened and what did. You're no hero, but you could have been. Those poor fuckin' kids. You've been in here for an awful long time. Maybe you should just, check, see what's happenin' out there in the real world. It's probably locked, though. Why would it be? You didn't do nothin' wrong. You stand and walk to the door, cautiously turning the knob. Sure enough, it opens. The hallway is completely empty, but you can just see into another office. The blinds are drawn, but there's a broken one in the middle. As a seadweller, your ears are as fine tuned as a meowbeast's. You can hear urgent voices discussing something about... humans?span id="docs-internal-guid-c3dcdb69-79d2-1786-9056-6a7117ca43e7"What the fuck? You gently close the door behind you and creep over to the door, squinting into the slit. There are two trolls with burlap sacks over their heads, their wrists in cuffs. Wait a minute, their wrists are emwhite/em. One wears a purple skirt with legs so white they practically glow and she's short, her head bent forward. The other is significantly taller, wearing jeans and a black tank top, which reveals heavily muscled arms, one of which has a strange tattoo on it, a horrendously disfigured face. Officer Captor stands in front of them, a hand stroking his jaw as he looks the two up and down then nods. What, are those humans? What emis/em a human? Two officers slide in behind the "humans" and block your view of them. "Come on, come on... move, dammit," You murmur, crushing closer to the door. The officers move and you see more white. The one in the skirt has chin-length white hair with brown roots and a purple /spanheadband. It's messy, sticking up in every direction. The one in the tank top has hair that's more a yellow, wilting downwards like a sad flame./p
p dir="ltr""You said there was another one?" Officer Captor looks to someone off to the side that you can't see./p
p dir="ltr""Yes sir, another presumed male. He got away and we pursued for half an hour. No one has seen him since,"/p
p dir="ltr""Has there been any reports of a white troll or anything?"/p
p dir="ltr""No sir, not yet," Officer Captor nods, examining the two humans. You sigh, heavy with this new, strange information. Immediately, the one with the wilting flame glances over his shoulder and you see that he's wearing pointy sunglasses. You scramble backwards, praying that he won't say anything, and you fumble with the doorknob back to your interrogation room. It's locked. emFuck./em Shit. emDammit./em What would they do to you if they found out you now know about humans? You press your back against the door. No one is coming down the hallway. Now is your chance to leave. Go, run. You slick your hair back and step forward, prepared to do just that. The door to the room with the aliens opens and you stiffen, looking at a female officer slipping out. She blinks at you and walks towards you with an extended hand and a grin./p
p dir="ltr""Hi, I'm Detective Redglare. I'll be working on your case," You shake her hand with an unsteady chuckle./p
p dir="ltr""Sorry, I had to take a piss and the door was open," You explain, hoping she'll believe you. She nods and opens the door to the interrogation room, gesturing for you to walk in first./p
p dir="ltr""Glad you're refreshed because we have a lot to talk about." /p
p dir="ltr" /p
p dir="ltr"strongThis is a sloppy chapter, but I'm not very good with making smooth transitions when a lot of things happen. Details are more my thing, you know?/strong/p