Who knew
WHO: Aradia and Gamzee
WHERE: Trap central a.k.a. one of the many abandoned warehouses of the City.
WHEN: Late on the fifth of May and early on the sixth of May.
WARNINGS: There are a lot of traps in here. There will be swearing and violence. Someone also has a corpse to throw around.
SUMMARY: Aradia has been sent into a series of traps and won't be breaking out of it right away since Equius is supposedly in trouble. Equius isn't and Gamzee is screwed when Aradia figures this out, if she's even patient enough to wait that long.
FORMAT: Words
Gamzee was not there to see Aradia come in; he was still hiding among the traps of the building. What was there to greet Aradia at the front of the warehouse, hanging by something like strings, was a corpse made into a puppet. Its features had been reworked to make it look a little more like a puppet that Aradia once knew. It wasn't perfect and the eyes had been perhaps a little too widened and the cuts for the mouth a little too long, but it should still look like the one she found in a crater.
A note was hanging out of the mouth. It read:
IF YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKIN SKIP ONE STEP
equius'll be as dead as the motherfuckers who you're all used to talking to.
AND HIS MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD WILL HAVE THE SAME THREAD IN IT THAT THIS MOTHERFUCKER ALL HAS IN THEIRS.
better hope their whispers all help you the motherfuck out.
NOT MOTHERFUCKIN MUCH ELSE IS ALL MOTHERFUCKIN GOING TO.
now get inside lowblooded sister so we can motherfuckin start this carnival ride.
Upon entry to the warehouse the opening would close behind Aradia and the sound of loud gears would click beneath her feet whether or not she was floating. The closed doors and the slightly sinking floor panels would set off the darts that would be flying in from Aradia's left.
WHERE: Trap central a.k.a. one of the many abandoned warehouses of the City.
WHEN: Late on the fifth of May and early on the sixth of May.
WARNINGS: There are a lot of traps in here. There will be swearing and violence. Someone also has a corpse to throw around.
SUMMARY: Aradia has been sent into a series of traps and won't be breaking out of it right away since Equius is supposedly in trouble. Equius isn't and Gamzee is screwed when Aradia figures this out, if she's even patient enough to wait that long.
FORMAT: Words
Gamzee was not there to see Aradia come in; he was still hiding among the traps of the building. What was there to greet Aradia at the front of the warehouse, hanging by something like strings, was a corpse made into a puppet. Its features had been reworked to make it look a little more like a puppet that Aradia once knew. It wasn't perfect and the eyes had been perhaps a little too widened and the cuts for the mouth a little too long, but it should still look like the one she found in a crater.
A note was hanging out of the mouth. It read:
IF YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKIN SKIP ONE STEP
equius'll be as dead as the motherfuckers who you're all used to talking to.
AND HIS MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD WILL HAVE THE SAME THREAD IN IT THAT THIS MOTHERFUCKER ALL HAS IN THEIRS.
better hope their whispers all help you the motherfuck out.
NOT MOTHERFUCKIN MUCH ELSE IS ALL MOTHERFUCKIN GOING TO.
now get inside lowblooded sister so we can motherfuckin start this carnival ride.
Upon entry to the warehouse the opening would close behind Aradia and the sound of loud gears would click beneath her feet whether or not she was floating. The closed doors and the slightly sinking floor panels would set off the darts that would be flying in from Aradia's left.