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12-04-2023, 01:22 AM
...You open your eyes.
There's a castle in front of you, its doors opening as if by magic, beckoning you in. Its gray plastic walls are familiar, its sculpted bricks good as new.
...the ruins, maybe? But...
...Before it all went to shit.
Stepping inside fills you with a deep sense of unease, but you do so anyway, almost as if you're compelled to. Something about it draws you in-
How does it feel like...the right thing to do, but so terrifying?
The inside is how you remember, but cleaned up- there's no more rubble on the floor, no more holes in the ceiling. There's even a beautiful red carpet, made from the finest threads you've ever seen. On the carpet itself is a woven circle, made of a shining gold thread.
The compulsions continue, drawing you in and leading you to stand on the edge of the circle, your feet feeling tingly even through your boots.
Before you can process what's happening to you, your ribbon choker unfurls, as if so much longer than it actually is- still wrapped around your neck, but extending towards the center of the circle, collapsing into a tangled heap.
You feel a tug, against your choker.
It's forked, another branch having grown out of it while you weren't looking, veering off to your right side.
Your eyes follow along it, finding
Roulette.
The many-eyed scarf around its neck wrapping tighter than you imagine is comfortable.
Your lace ribbon has tied itself into a knot around Roulette's scarf, not too far from its neck.
It pulls its head back, but the scarf doesn't budge.
The robot seems to resign itself, standing still.
Its scarf extends, gaining a sort of iridescent sheen as it reaches the middle, and reluctantly coils itself with yours.
As soon as it does, it feels like your vision goes dark.
Another place.
Elsewhere.
A dark indigo, almost black room.
Giant, white eyes drawn in chalk line the walls in two great lines on both sides.
You watch Roulette walk past you into the room.
Its pace is slow, and heavy; shoulders low.
It passes into view of the first pair of eyes.
They speak a jumble of words, most of which you think you recognize, but all of it is confusing in the dark, hazy room.
There's a castle in front of you, its doors opening as if by magic, beckoning you in. Its gray plastic walls are familiar, its sculpted bricks good as new.
...the ruins, maybe? But...
...Before it all went to shit.
Stepping inside fills you with a deep sense of unease, but you do so anyway, almost as if you're compelled to. Something about it draws you in-
How does it feel like...the right thing to do, but so terrifying?
The inside is how you remember, but cleaned up- there's no more rubble on the floor, no more holes in the ceiling. There's even a beautiful red carpet, made from the finest threads you've ever seen. On the carpet itself is a woven circle, made of a shining gold thread.
The compulsions continue, drawing you in and leading you to stand on the edge of the circle, your feet feeling tingly even through your boots.
Before you can process what's happening to you, your ribbon choker unfurls, as if so much longer than it actually is- still wrapped around your neck, but extending towards the center of the circle, collapsing into a tangled heap.
You feel a tug, against your choker.
It's forked, another branch having grown out of it while you weren't looking, veering off to your right side.
Your eyes follow along it, finding
Roulette.
The many-eyed scarf around its neck wrapping tighter than you imagine is comfortable.
Your lace ribbon has tied itself into a knot around Roulette's scarf, not too far from its neck.
It pulls its head back, but the scarf doesn't budge.
The robot seems to resign itself, standing still.
Its scarf extends, gaining a sort of iridescent sheen as it reaches the middle, and reluctantly coils itself with yours.
As soon as it does, it feels like your vision goes dark.
Another place.
Elsewhere.
A dark indigo, almost black room.
Giant, white eyes drawn in chalk line the walls in two great lines on both sides.
You watch Roulette walk past you into the room.
Its pace is slow, and heavy; shoulders low.
It passes into view of the first pair of eyes.
They speak a jumble of words, most of which you think you recognize, but all of it is confusing in the dark, hazy room.
EYES: No need to be shy.
EYES: The nature of this is not anything you need to concern yourself with.
EYES: I cannot afford to rock the boat here.
EYES: Show must go on or something, right?
EYES: This isn't working it out.
EYES: I think...it's something you are meant to be vulnerable with.
EYES: ...It felt terrible.
EYES: ...Your loss.
The eyes on the wall close.
Two eyes disappear from its scarf.
It treads forward.
Another pair of eyes.
Two eyes disappear from its scarf.
It treads forward.
Another pair of eyes.
EYES: ...though, I've never talked to it short of a passing hello.
EYES: From what I hear, it's kinda...skittish.
EYES: It's kinda...the practical type, right?
EYES: ...weird vibes, honestly.
EYES: Like it could crack and fall apart any time...
EYES: ...and you're just...waitin' to see when.
EYES: It's been...reclusive, lately.
EYES: Being in proximity does not mean we have to talk.
EYES: ...there's no reason for you to get this involved.
EYES: Anything to avoid standing out.
EYES: Easy now. Don't break the poor thing.
EYES: ...it's kind of bad at telling people when it needs something one way or the other.
EYES: Just...hard to open up to people.
EYES: ...I am...not really comfortable with...anyone...here, exactly.
EYES: Which brings about feelings of...shame, I suppose.
EYES: ...my presence in the lives of others should be a choice.
EYES: Fair enough, I know this isn't really your scene.
EYES: It was not your fault remotely.
EYES: If it's private to someone, you're doing good by keeping it that way.
EYES: Please don't report it.
The eyes close.
It loses two from its scarf.
It walks forward.
Two more.
It loses two from its scarf.
It walks forward.
Two more.
EYES: Something has to be sticking with it to make it want to hide things like this.
EYES: And nothing good at that.
EYES: It might be a good idea for us to keep our eyes peeled.
EYES: ...I am not sure it's the best idea to look down there, in the dark.
EYES: I don't think it's going to let us go until we do.
EYES: You want outta this training, Roulette?
EYES: Good way to lose your hand, there.
EYES: You can't break down here.
EYES: You can't afford to.
EYES: Not in front of other people.
EYES: Deeper than that, I don't believe we can know.
EYES: And frankly, I hope we never do.
EYES: I do not see the point in trying to sort any of that out.
EYES: ...yeah, that'll be enough.
EYES: Doesn't...seem to be someone who likes to take risks.
EYES: Coward.
EYES: I think...I am running out of options here.
EYES: Forget I said anything.
Eyes close. Gone from the scarf.
Four left.
It moves forward.
More eyes.
Four left.
It moves forward.
More eyes.
EYES: You gonna be okay with being on your own for a little bit?
EYES: I only needed some quiet, for a little while.
EYES: ...It is comfortable, in a way.
EYES: ...I don't have to Be Anyone.
EYES: I do not even have to be Me.
EYES: Falling into that.
EYES: No one to get hurt.
EYES: It'd be alone.
EYES: And I don't think it'd make the choice to change that.
EYES: I think it'd be better if it was just me.
EYES: ...Would you like to leave right now?
EYES: It's no issue.
EYES: After this, I am done.
EYES: ...I cannot keep doing this to people.
EYES: ...All I can do is hope it works this time.
They close.
Down to two.
The final set of eyes watch the robot,
as it stands in front of the end of the room.
Down to two.
The final set of eyes watch the robot,
as it stands in front of the end of the room.
EYES: Where are you going?
EYES: You do not have to worry; I won't make it an issue.
EYES: The decision's been made.
EYES: ...No second thoughts?
EYES: It...still isn't too late to back out.
EYES: The worst hasn't left my head.
EYES: I would like to get this over with.
EYES: And you'd rather risk dying than be like. Stuck like this.
EYES: Then you don't have to be alone for it, alright?
EYES: I don't have time for this.
EYES: Afraid I don't know you well enough to know what to offer.
EYES: Go on. Get yourselves killed.
EYES: I apologize for wasting your time
Closed.
The scarf is pure black; spotless.
The room is dark.
Its scarf extends out from its neck,
fabric becoming rigid,
hard,
metal.
Forming a grid around the end of the room.
Entombing the robot within a black cage,
as more and more bars form,
slowly blotting it out completely.
Roulette turns.
It looks at you.
The scarf is pure black; spotless.
The room is dark.
Its scarf extends out from its neck,
fabric becoming rigid,
hard,
metal.
Forming a grid around the end of the room.
Entombing the robot within a black cage,
as more and more bars form,
slowly blotting it out completely.
Roulette turns.
It looks at you.
ROULETTE: ...tell him not to look at what's left.
It disappears within the cage as all holes are blacked out with more bars.
The cage suddenly disappears, with little fanfare.
Roulette is gone.
The black cage is gone.
The empty scarf drops to the floor, turning red as if soaking up something.
It smells like rust.
You find yourself back at the golden circle, just as before.
You and Roulette standing at the edges, ribbon and scarf intertwined.
You feel like you've had the wind knocked out of you from all that, almost tempted to rush to its side to ask if it's okay-
I barely know it, why do I...?
Before you can make a move, another figure appears across the circle from you, bursting in in a tangle of- ropes?
Tim stands there, slumped as if carrying a heavy weight on his back- one that's clear immediately. Thick red ropes hang all over him, starting on his shoulders and hanging around him as if they were a curtain. He pants for a moment, and you can tell without any doubt- he's exhausted.
This time, you're taken to a dimly lit room, a figure hunched over in the corner, tending to a stove- a kitchen?
The cage suddenly disappears, with little fanfare.
Roulette is gone.
The black cage is gone.
The empty scarf drops to the floor, turning red as if soaking up something.
It smells like rust.
You find yourself back at the golden circle, just as before.
You and Roulette standing at the edges, ribbon and scarf intertwined.
You feel like you've had the wind knocked out of you from all that, almost tempted to rush to its side to ask if it's okay-
I barely know it, why do I...?
Before you can make a move, another figure appears across the circle from you, bursting in in a tangle of- ropes?
Tim stands there, slumped as if carrying a heavy weight on his back- one that's clear immediately. Thick red ropes hang all over him, starting on his shoulders and hanging around him as if they were a curtain. He pants for a moment, and you can tell without any doubt- he's exhausted.
This time, you're taken to a dimly lit room, a figure hunched over in the corner, tending to a stove- a kitchen?
CHEF: ...you're taking too many chances, Curly.
CHEF: You're reckless. Going to get yourself killed out there.
The chef's voice is soft, but stern. Something about it makes you feel...uneasy, more than you would have expected from someone you've never met before.
You hear a soft whimper across the room, turning to see Tim, ropes tightening across his body like slithering snakes.
You hear a soft whimper across the room, turning to see Tim, ropes tightening across his body like slithering snakes.
CHEF: Don't you know how much I love you?
CHEF: You're my little girl, and I know you can do a good job.
There's a smile in her voice, and all it does is make you feel sick.
CHEF: But...
And then it's gone, her tone full of disappointment.
CHEF: You're going to get into trouble, hanging out with these...hooligans.
CHEF: You think you're invincible?
CHEF: You're destined for great things, but...
CHEF: That little temper of yours, hanging around with people who-
TIMOTHY: Th...
TIMOTHY: They want what's best-
CHEF: I want what's best for you.
She sets down the spoon you didn't even realize she was stirring with.
CHEF: You think that boy loves you?
CHEF: You think the robot trusts you?
CHEF: What about that...pet, you think she's got good ideas in her head?
CHEF: She's going to get you murdered out there.
CHEF: Wanting to become a monster. Please.
The ropes slither around Tim's neck and wrists, tightening enough for you to see the fabric scrunch.
CHEF: And then, god, that little duck.
CHEF: You and her make a sick pair.
TIMOTHY: She's-!
CHEF: Your best friend?
CHEF: I'm your best friend.
CHEF: She's going to drive you off a cliff.
CHEF: Just look at how tense you are...
Tim looks away, the ropes tangling around his waist now.
The chef takes a stride towards the two of you, dread building deep in your chest.
The chef takes a stride towards the two of you, dread building deep in your chest.
CHEF: You should have stayed with me.
The room shatters.
You're back in the circle. Tim is completely bound now, his hands held at his sides by a rope circling his entire torso.
He says nothing, his ropes tangled in the center of the circle.
Your mouth feels gummed up, as if you can't speak to ask him what's wrong, what happened back there-
A long, slow beep sounds from your left, making your chest twist even more.
When you look and see Cross, you feel sick, seeing a "LOW BATTERY" symbol on her face as the beep sounds again, an alarm asking for help that you cannot move to give.
The room that fades in is white, stark and clean, surrounding the two of you. Cross sits on the ground, facing away from you- it's impossible to see her face, her head rotating to avoid your gaze no matter which way you try to approach her.
You're back in the circle. Tim is completely bound now, his hands held at his sides by a rope circling his entire torso.
He says nothing, his ropes tangled in the center of the circle.
Your mouth feels gummed up, as if you can't speak to ask him what's wrong, what happened back there-
A long, slow beep sounds from your left, making your chest twist even more.
When you look and see Cross, you feel sick, seeing a "LOW BATTERY" symbol on her face as the beep sounds again, an alarm asking for help that you cannot move to give.
The room that fades in is white, stark and clean, surrounding the two of you. Cross sits on the ground, facing away from you- it's impossible to see her face, her head rotating to avoid your gaze no matter which way you try to approach her.
POLKA DOT: Cro-!
Your voice echoes in the massive room, its size not apparent to you until you say something- only to be cut off by your own throat closing, a strangled squeak mangling itself at the end.
Cross speaks, her voice just as low as the battery sound earlier.
Cross speaks, her voice just as low as the battery sound earlier.
CROSSBONE: Was it really worth it?
CROSSBONE: I can feel it.
Feel what? You want to say, but you can't.
CROSSBONE: I can feel the tension.
A panel on her back seems to unscrew itself- you'd touched those screws what feels like thousands of time, but Cross told you firmly never to open it.
Put it back, put it back, she needs that-!
The panel falls to the ground, revealing a round battery held in place by little claws.
A small button sits underneath it.
Put it back, put it back, she needs that-!
The panel falls to the ground, revealing a round battery held in place by little claws.
A small button sits underneath it.
CROSSBONE: I can...feel it.
CROSSBONE: The ramifications.
CROSSBONE: What I've...done.
CROSSBONE: What I will do.
Wires begin to snake out from underneath the battery, thin and worm-like.
CROSSBONE: I've dragged them all into this.
CROSSBONE: I...
CROSSBONE: Should never have...
CROSSBONE: ....
She turns to face you, the low battery symbol flickering with less and less intensity, as if dimming.
CROSSBONE: ...you could just push it, and fix me.
CROSSBONE: I wouldn't remember a thing.
CROSSBONE: A...
CROSSBONE: Fresh start.
CROSSBONE: No more monster.
She taps the battery on her back, tracing her arm down to the button.
CROSSBONE: A reset.
CROSSBONE: Consider it.
CROSSBONE: For everyone's sake.
The room fades in a flurry of pixels, blowing past you like a blizzard and making you hack and splutter.
The circle remains, a mass of wires extending up and over Cross's back, suspended in the air until they cascade down, entering the circle's tangle. They wrap around your ribbon in a death grip- but what startles you most is how they engulf Roulette's scarf, swallowing up so much of it as if consuming it.
There's silence, the air feeling sickly and wrong. You want to leave, you want to get out-
And then there's a "pop!" sound, a pile of fabric materializing from the floor and filling itself with stuffing from the inside, forming a familiar bear with surprising speed.
He looks just as tired as Tim, his eyelids fluttering.
Before he can speak, the two of you are in a room, just as with the others- but none of it can be made out, just blurs and smears of colors.
Red, yellow, blue, black.
You can't see Devo, just a white silhouette, moving throughout the smears as if they were water- dye, your mind tells you.
The circle remains, a mass of wires extending up and over Cross's back, suspended in the air until they cascade down, entering the circle's tangle. They wrap around your ribbon in a death grip- but what startles you most is how they engulf Roulette's scarf, swallowing up so much of it as if consuming it.
There's silence, the air feeling sickly and wrong. You want to leave, you want to get out-
And then there's a "pop!" sound, a pile of fabric materializing from the floor and filling itself with stuffing from the inside, forming a familiar bear with surprising speed.
He looks just as tired as Tim, his eyelids fluttering.
Before he can speak, the two of you are in a room, just as with the others- but none of it can be made out, just blurs and smears of colors.
Red, yellow, blue, black.
You can't see Devo, just a white silhouette, moving throughout the smears as if they were water- dye, your mind tells you.
DEVO: I don't understand.
DEVO: It's so-
DEVO: They're scared of me. Scared of what's happening.
DEVO: What you're doing to me.
You go to object, fear creeping its way into your mind- before he answers himself, his voice higher pitched.
The colors around you shift, tinting him and the rest of the room red.
The colors around you shift, tinting him and the rest of the room red.
RED: I'm trying to help you.
RED: To save you!
RED: You don't know what you're doing!
RED: You-
RED: You're-
RED: Please, come back to me...
The colors shift to yellow, the tone that follows similar to the one you heard earlier- though significantly more solemn now, all of the excitement from seeing monsters long gone.
YELLOW: We are, trying to help-
YELLOW: Please, don't push us away.
YELLOW: You have amazing friends, they're here to care about you!
DEVO: Says you.
Devo's voice cuts through like ice.
DEVO: You...
DEVO: They're scared of you, too.
DEVO: ...They're scared of me.
DEVO: How do I-
The yellow tinted voice doesn't respond, the scene changing rapidly to black static, every sound vibrating and echoing with a horrible buzz.
STATIC: ...
STATIC: They'll understand the real you soon enough.
STATIC: I'll make them see.
The room bursts, colors flooding your vision and blinding you for a moment.
When your sight returns, the colored parts of Devo's face- his cheeks, his eyes- all drip multicolored thread, falling onto the ground and tangling in Tim and Roulette's tethers.
You feel like everything is too much. It's too much, why are you being put through this?
That's the burden of it all.
Caring.
You feel tear-paint prickle at the corners of your eyes.
Your voice doesn't come, all you have is thoughts.
S..sandy...
You wear it well.
Before you can respond, the ruins start dissolving around you, plastic giving way to erosion.
As the ruins begin to fade into nothing,
Roulette raises its scythe up.
To the scarf at its neck.
It catches you watching.
Its eye is half-shut.
When your sight returns, the colored parts of Devo's face- his cheeks, his eyes- all drip multicolored thread, falling onto the ground and tangling in Tim and Roulette's tethers.
You feel like everything is too much. It's too much, why are you being put through this?
That's the burden of it all.
Caring.
You feel tear-paint prickle at the corners of your eyes.
Your voice doesn't come, all you have is thoughts.
S..sandy...
You wear it well.
Before you can respond, the ruins start dissolving around you, plastic giving way to erosion.
As the ruins begin to fade into nothing,
Roulette raises its scythe up.
To the scarf at its neck.
It catches you watching.
Its eye is half-shut.
ROULETTE: Close your eyes.
ROULETTE: Please, close your eyes.
ROULETTE: No one should have to see this.
ROULETTE: Not any part of it.
ROULETTE: You. Don't have to.
The scythe taps against the scarf.
ROULETTE: ...It is Not your fault.
ROULETTE: You have to know that.
ROULETTE: None of this is. None of it ever has been.
ROULETTE: ...It's nobody's fault but mine.
The scythe slices through.
Every inch of the scarf turns red.
Unfurling from every other knot.
It melts to the ground, dropping in spatters of red,
forming puddles.
Roulette is gone.
It smells like rust.
It smells like blood.
I couldn't make it stay.
Then Tim, the ropes tightening and tightening until he bursts.
I couldn't give him a home.
Then Devo, the threads dripping out more and more, until he's completely unraveled.
I couldn't hear his cries.
Cross.
She stares at you, with that low battery face.
It's so dim now.
I couldn't be what she needed.
You try to say you're sorry.
She fades.
You wake up, gasping and choking.
You only have a moment to reorient yourself before you realize you hear fighting-
Tim's voice coming through, and-
...the red one from the dream?
Every inch of the scarf turns red.
Unfurling from every other knot.
It melts to the ground, dropping in spatters of red,
forming puddles.
Roulette is gone.
It smells like rust.
It smells like blood.
I couldn't make it stay.
Then Tim, the ropes tightening and tightening until he bursts.
I couldn't give him a home.
Then Devo, the threads dripping out more and more, until he's completely unraveled.
I couldn't hear his cries.
Cross.
She stares at you, with that low battery face.
It's so dim now.
I couldn't be what she needed.
You try to say you're sorry.
She fades.
You wake up, gasping and choking.
You only have a moment to reorient yourself before you realize you hear fighting-
Tim's voice coming through, and-
...the red one from the dream?
TIMOTHY: I don't understand-
DEVO: Don't.
DEVO: Don't touch me.
His voice sounds more cold than you've ever heard out of the bear, enough to make you flinch.
DEVO: Go find someone else to screw.
TIMOTHY: I wasn't-!
TIMOTHY: Devo, please-
There's the sound of boots storming away, bringing you to your feet and immediately looking in the main tent.
Tim's standing by the fire, looking stunned. Devo's nowhere to be seen.
Tim's standing by the fire, looking stunned. Devo's nowhere to be seen.
TIMOTHY: I-
He sees you, and makes an indiscernible gesture with his arms.
TIMOTHY: I have no idea-
TIMOTHY: He-
TIMOTHY: Can you-?
You nod, getting your friend's drift immediately. Tim may have been at a loss for words, but you've gotten to know him enough in the past month to recognize a "help me."
You quickly rush back in to check on Cross, seeing her sound asleep. Her pixel character's all tucked into her futon and everything.
Okay, good.
Rest up...
You make your way to the tent entrance, stepping outside into the open air.
Devo's standing there in shock, his- now red- eyes so wide you almost don't notice what he's staring at.
The entire clearing is covered in orange, plastic tracks, wider than your head and capable of floating in the air, curving everywhere and forming loop de loops in places.
Your eyes follow the tracks as your beak hangs open, gobsmacked.
...and then you see it.
Roulette is snoozing softly by the side of the tent, in a sitting position. Its head and arms are leaned against the blunt side of its sickle blade, as if it'd leaned over to rest on it a moment, and passed out.
A fairly large creature, maybe around three feet long and covered in lime green and black banded stripes. It has a long snout and wide eyes, currently snuffling at Roulette's sleeping face and giving it curious bats with its- ...wheel?
You realize you are basically looking at a weird....weasel...car.
Devo stomps, the sound of the snow crunching under foot startling you.
You quickly rush back in to check on Cross, seeing her sound asleep. Her pixel character's all tucked into her futon and everything.
Okay, good.
Rest up...
You make your way to the tent entrance, stepping outside into the open air.
Devo's standing there in shock, his- now red- eyes so wide you almost don't notice what he's staring at.
The entire clearing is covered in orange, plastic tracks, wider than your head and capable of floating in the air, curving everywhere and forming loop de loops in places.
Your eyes follow the tracks as your beak hangs open, gobsmacked.
...and then you see it.
Roulette is snoozing softly by the side of the tent, in a sitting position. Its head and arms are leaned against the blunt side of its sickle blade, as if it'd leaned over to rest on it a moment, and passed out.
A fairly large creature, maybe around three feet long and covered in lime green and black banded stripes. It has a long snout and wide eyes, currently snuffling at Roulette's sleeping face and giving it curious bats with its- ...wheel?
You realize you are basically looking at a weird....weasel...car.
Devo stomps, the sound of the snow crunching under foot startling you.
DEVO: ROULETTE-!
DEVO: THERE'S A BEAST-
Roulette startles awake with an uncharacteristically-terrified gasp - to the point that it startles You, to hear it make such a noise. Its fans run into overdrive instantly as it topples over itself.
The car-beast is sent flopping over, writhing around for a moment before managing to catch itself on its wheels and clamber back onto one of the orange tracks.
Everyone's frozen for a moment-
-...before its eyes land on the package of jerky in Devo's paw.
Before anyone can react, it rushes towards the bear's legs, orange track materializing in front of it like magic as it zooms by and snags the jerky bag in its mouth with a little hop. It's too fast for anyone to react to, already halfway across the campsite and jumping back onto its pre-existing track.
Devo's eye twitches as he takes in the shock.
The car-beast is sent flopping over, writhing around for a moment before managing to catch itself on its wheels and clamber back onto one of the orange tracks.
Everyone's frozen for a moment-
-...before its eyes land on the package of jerky in Devo's paw.
Before anyone can react, it rushes towards the bear's legs, orange track materializing in front of it like magic as it zooms by and snags the jerky bag in its mouth with a little hop. It's too fast for anyone to react to, already halfway across the campsite and jumping back onto its pre-existing track.
Devo's eye twitches as he takes in the shock.
DEVO: You little shit!
DEVO: That's MY food!
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his knife.
POLKA DOT: WHOA WHOA WHOA-
DEVO: I'm getting that...that thing!
A purple, distorted barrier shoots up in a circle around the campsite, the weird car bonking into it and snuffling on its way out. Realizing it's trapped- and from the look of the barrier sealing off the tent, so are you- it immediately panics, making track in an upward circle before jumping onto some as far away from you as it can in the arena.
Roulette scrambles to its feet, looking disoriented and still fairly exhausted; you don't think it got much sleep.
It raises its weapon, anyway,
piecing together what happened as best it can.
Roulette scrambles to its feet, looking disoriented and still fairly exhausted; you don't think it got much sleep.
It raises its weapon, anyway,
piecing together what happened as best it can.
ROULETTE: ...I'm-
ROULETTE: It-
ROULETTE: Did it hurt you?
ROULETTE: Is everyone alright?
POLKA DOT: I'm fine, but-
Devo seems...preoccupied.
DEVO: It took my goddamn food-
With that, he's bounding after the car, stumbling through the snow with reckless abandon.
ROULETTE: Hold on, do Not Rush Straight At It-
It chases after the bear.
POLKA DOT: Fuck's sake-!
You pull your hammer out of your pockets.
Time to skirmish, you guess.
Time to skirmish, you guess.
stats and arena desc:
![[Image: hotwheelsstats1.png]](http://homebrewdeviants.com/static/story/plaything/hotwheelsstats1.png)
![[Image: TCP%20customs.png]](https://pile.randimg.net/3/13/190751/TCP%20customs.png)
