Fic: Twister
title- Twister
Fandom- Tron
Characters- Clu, Rinzler, Jarvis, black Guard
Rating- PG?
Summary- Clu has made yet another game to play
A/N- Promted and written at 4:30 am by my good friends over on tinychat :P hope all you guys enjoy! also, completely unedited
It all came down to Rinzler and Jarvis (to the surprise of everyone present except Clu who just smirked knowingly and pressed the probability button which would signal what symbol and colour to touch with which appendage. Sometimes there would be multiples and of course a timer.
They were located in a large open room on Clu’s personal ship, this was where Clu tested all his games before implementing them in the arena. Most of them didn’t make it there of course but he found it fulfilling to watch.
“Blue, square, left foot,” the computer voice announced, causing Jarvis to fumble while attempting to stretch, which almost lost him the game. What did cause him to lose though was Rinzler speed, and almost cheating tactics as the programs disk when whizzing by, nearly derezzing Jarvis’s hand in the process and nailing the panel, derezzing it and causing Jarvis to fall.
Straightening himself into a standing position Rinzler caught his disk and realigned it with the other upon his back. Looking to Clu who clapped lazily. “Again,” the program barked as the small grid reset “this time more players!” He announced as four more of the black guard marched in. Oh yes this game was purely for his private collection, there was too much contact for his liking to be granted public viewing.
Fandom- Tron
Characters- Clu, Rinzler, Jarvis, black Guard
Rating- PG?
Summary- Clu has made yet another game to play
A/N- Promted and written at 4:30 am by my good friends over on tinychat :P hope all you guys enjoy! also, completely unedited
It all came down to Rinzler and Jarvis (to the surprise of everyone present except Clu who just smirked knowingly and pressed the probability button which would signal what symbol and colour to touch with which appendage. Sometimes there would be multiples and of course a timer.
They were located in a large open room on Clu’s personal ship, this was where Clu tested all his games before implementing them in the arena. Most of them didn’t make it there of course but he found it fulfilling to watch.
“Blue, square, left foot,” the computer voice announced, causing Jarvis to fumble while attempting to stretch, which almost lost him the game. What did cause him to lose though was Rinzler speed, and almost cheating tactics as the programs disk when whizzing by, nearly derezzing Jarvis’s hand in the process and nailing the panel, derezzing it and causing Jarvis to fall.
Straightening himself into a standing position Rinzler caught his disk and realigned it with the other upon his back. Looking to Clu who clapped lazily. “Again,” the program barked as the small grid reset “this time more players!” He announced as four more of the black guard marched in. Oh yes this game was purely for his private collection, there was too much contact for his liking to be granted public viewing.