Vanilla #21 with Whipped Cream and Chopped Nuts
Author: Sly
Title: Imagyn's Not-So-Fun-Or-Long Holograph Book Adventure
Rating: PG
Challenge: Vanilla #21: A Dare
Toppings: Whipped Cream (Young Imagyn) and Chopped Nuts (Silbling Love!)
Word Count: 1,523 words
A/N: In Canon, this has never happened, nor would it ever. The Triplets HATE Imagyn, and she's just fine with that. But here you go. If they had gotten along in their youth...(to a point)
Imagyn’s mouth hung open. There was no way she could be expected to do what he said. It would be horribly embarrassing and painful. Not to mention that it was something she’d never done before, and the first time was supposed to be special. All the scientists in the lab told her that it was something to wait on; something you should only do when you felt “ready.” She took a deep breath before closing her mouth.
“But…Phryque-”
“Shush, Secondary. You said ‘dare.’ Now you have to do it!”
Imagyn folded her arms over her chest. Agreeing to play “Truth or Dare” with her psychotic older brothers was taking a turn for the worse. Huffing, she got to her feet and glanced at the other two boys in the circle. “Aren’t you going to stop him?”
Gold and red streaked eyes met hers at the same time. However, the golden held much more derision than Reject could ever manage. “Stop him? Why? You are the one that said ‘dare,’ Secondary.”
She stomped her foot, ignoring the humored looks between the older two triplets. Nothing could make her sneak into Father’s laboratory and steal the device. Phryque was thirteen. He could get away with much more than her ten year old self could. “But I’ll get caught!”
“Not if you do it right.” Phryque pointed towards the air vents. “Crawl through there.”
“But, Phryque,” Reject said, his voice barely above a whisper, “the fans will kill her. You said-”
“Damn it, Reject. Don’t worry about what I said.”
“Ooh. You cursed. I’m telling.” Creep grinned, wagging his finger back and forth. “You know what the Creator-”
“I don’t care what the Creator says. Secondary, go!”
“You guys suck.” Imagyn pouted as she hopped off the lime green love seat. "I'm taking the Passage." Her feet shuffled in their slippers as she made her way out of the children’s wing, turning towards the secret passage that Father had made as an escape route. He was always worrying that one of them would be kidnapped or worse.
Her eyes traveled the walls, gazing at all the happy pictures of the five of them. Her mother had died many years ago - ten to be exact- so there was only one picture of her still hanging on the wall. Imagyn was a baby in the older woman’s arms, the three boys laying by her feet and Father standing beside Mother, hand on her shoulder. All Imagyn could notice was the black hair. Dr. Smythe said that only evil people had dark hair. She pulled on a lock of her own jet hair and frowned, wishing it was bright blond like Dr. Smythe’s.
Pushing in the secret code (41U78T5R), the metal door unlatched. She shoved against it with all her weight, opening it just enough for her thin form to eek by. Once inside, she pulled the door closed. The latch falling into place echoed like a cannon, making Imagyn jump. “Stupid door.”
Creeping down the hallway, she kept one hand on the right wall, hugging her body against the cold cement. There were no lights in the passageway, nor would the doctor ever put them in. “Just another way for them to find you,” he had said.
The idea mocked her as she tripped over a forgotten doll. “Ugh, Reject…”
Father had taught her that the first right was a fake one, leading straight to an electrified door that would sizzle a man’s brain in 2.6 seconds with the voltage running through the handle. She passed by the opening without turning to look. The burnt smell lingering around the air vents in the Establishment had given her crazy ideas.
The second right lead straight back to her rooms. It was truly genius, as Father constantly reminded himself, to have a secret passage open up in the same place. Imagyn felt her stomach drop as she bypassed that turn, her heart crying out for her to run to her room. Pushing forward, her footsteps sped up as she came to the third turn. Her Father’s laboratory.
Imagyn came to a full stop in front of the door. She frowned at her shaking hands as she typed in the secret code. Her father had told them all that the code was top secret, and no one was allowed to use it unless it was a real emergency. Pressing in “5N81N35,” she felt her whole body shudder as the door slid open.
White light blinded her momentarily as she stepped into the immaculate room. She felt dirty with her black hair and favorite, well-used nightgown. Pulling all her hair up into a messy ponytail, Imagyn took another step inside of the room.
The security system, disarmed from her password, made a soft beeping in the background as she began to survey the area. The device should be in the Development Room, she remembered. Phryque and Creep had done nothing but talk about this “amazing holograph book” that their father had. Reject seemed to be disinterested, if not a little grossed out, by the pictures. Imagyn had yet to see it, but that was going to change. Even if she was getting it for Phryque, she wanted to know what was so special about a few holographs.
Her tiny feet made no noise on the rubber floors (for the wayward electricity from the Enhancement Lab) as she bounce-walked her way to the next lab room door. Climbing up on the chair, then the countertop, she managed to peer through the window if she stood on her tip toes.
“Coast clear,” she murmured to herself as she hopped back down. Moving to the keypad, Imagyn tried to insert the same password, but no beeps came from the buttons. Pushing the 5 key repeatedly, she determined that the mechanism had to be broken. She pushed on the door and found it was already propped open.
She wondered why her father employed such equipment if it would only break. She’d asked him once, but only got responses that had to do with “status” and “role in society” and other big words that flew over her head like clouds. That ended her questioning streak on the spot. If life was all about ranks and roles, then no one would listen to a kid like her. At least, that’s why Creep told her every day.
Walking into the Development Lab was a lot easier than she expected. With the door broken, her mind concocted all sorts of crazy ideas as to how her father would have protected the room from interlopers. Obviously, her father wasn’t as creative as his daughter because the only thing protecting the room was a small, moving android which was stuck in a corner.
The cabinet that Phryque had told her about stood no more than ten feet in front of her. It was small, only two shelved, and was silver and black, Father’s favorite colors. And had a place for a key. Groaning, Imagyn rushed over and tugged on the handle of the first drawer.
Nothing budged.
Imagyn felt tears pricking at the back of her eyes as she put more strength into pulling. She brought up her other hand, knocking against the tiny square beside the handle as she did so. The third time she pulled, she found herself flying backwards into a nearby cart.
“Ow,” she sniffled, sitting up from the mess she’d fallen into. The cart had tumbled over, along with all the files and papers on top of it. Picking herself up, she brushed off her hands and behind, hoping to remove the stinging pain as well. As she wiped the saline from her eyes, she saw that she’d accomplished her mission.
“Oh good!” Rushing over, she began to search through the open drawer.
The holograph book was easy to find; everything else in the drawer composed of employee records and failed projects. Imagyn held the treasure to her chest as she rushed out of the room, ignoring the chaos in her wake.
The passage flew past as she rushed back to the children’s wing. She would have been faster, had her slippers not fallen of twice. Sliding past the door at first, she stopped to catch her breath before rushing in. “I got it! I got it!”
Phryque, who was in the middle of a card game with his brothers, jumped up. “No way!”
Reject, whose head tilted as he gazed at the numbers and letters in his hand, glanced up. “You lived?”
“Wow. Surprising,” Creep muttered, shamelessly looking at Phryque’s fallen cards.
“What’s in this anyway?” Imagyn said, hands opening the pages.
“No! Don’t look at it! It’s teenagers only!”
“Teenagers are la-Oh my god!” Imagyn dropped the book, backing away from the open pages with hands on her eyes. “Phryque! Those girls are NAKED!”
“Yeaah, they are.” Phryque grinned, picking up the fallen book. “Really, really good looking naked girls.”
Creep’s head peeked up over his brother’s shoulder, sharing the same lecherous smile. “You can say that again.”
“You two are disgusting!”
“Girls have cooties anyway,” Reject said, laying down his ten to ace royal flush. “Do I win?”
Title: Imagyn's Not-So-Fun-Or-Long Holograph Book Adventure
Rating: PG
Challenge: Vanilla #21: A Dare
Toppings: Whipped Cream (Young Imagyn) and Chopped Nuts (Silbling Love!)
Word Count: 1,523 words
A/N: In Canon, this has never happened, nor would it ever. The Triplets HATE Imagyn, and she's just fine with that. But here you go. If they had gotten along in their youth...(to a point)
Imagyn’s mouth hung open. There was no way she could be expected to do what he said. It would be horribly embarrassing and painful. Not to mention that it was something she’d never done before, and the first time was supposed to be special. All the scientists in the lab told her that it was something to wait on; something you should only do when you felt “ready.” She took a deep breath before closing her mouth.
“But…Phryque-”
“Shush, Secondary. You said ‘dare.’ Now you have to do it!”
Imagyn folded her arms over her chest. Agreeing to play “Truth or Dare” with her psychotic older brothers was taking a turn for the worse. Huffing, she got to her feet and glanced at the other two boys in the circle. “Aren’t you going to stop him?”
Gold and red streaked eyes met hers at the same time. However, the golden held much more derision than Reject could ever manage. “Stop him? Why? You are the one that said ‘dare,’ Secondary.”
She stomped her foot, ignoring the humored looks between the older two triplets. Nothing could make her sneak into Father’s laboratory and steal the device. Phryque was thirteen. He could get away with much more than her ten year old self could. “But I’ll get caught!”
“Not if you do it right.” Phryque pointed towards the air vents. “Crawl through there.”
“But, Phryque,” Reject said, his voice barely above a whisper, “the fans will kill her. You said-”
“Damn it, Reject. Don’t worry about what I said.”
“Ooh. You cursed. I’m telling.” Creep grinned, wagging his finger back and forth. “You know what the Creator-”
“I don’t care what the Creator says. Secondary, go!”
“You guys suck.” Imagyn pouted as she hopped off the lime green love seat. "I'm taking the Passage." Her feet shuffled in their slippers as she made her way out of the children’s wing, turning towards the secret passage that Father had made as an escape route. He was always worrying that one of them would be kidnapped or worse.
Her eyes traveled the walls, gazing at all the happy pictures of the five of them. Her mother had died many years ago - ten to be exact- so there was only one picture of her still hanging on the wall. Imagyn was a baby in the older woman’s arms, the three boys laying by her feet and Father standing beside Mother, hand on her shoulder. All Imagyn could notice was the black hair. Dr. Smythe said that only evil people had dark hair. She pulled on a lock of her own jet hair and frowned, wishing it was bright blond like Dr. Smythe’s.
Pushing in the secret code (41U78T5R), the metal door unlatched. She shoved against it with all her weight, opening it just enough for her thin form to eek by. Once inside, she pulled the door closed. The latch falling into place echoed like a cannon, making Imagyn jump. “Stupid door.”
Creeping down the hallway, she kept one hand on the right wall, hugging her body against the cold cement. There were no lights in the passageway, nor would the doctor ever put them in. “Just another way for them to find you,” he had said.
The idea mocked her as she tripped over a forgotten doll. “Ugh, Reject…”
Father had taught her that the first right was a fake one, leading straight to an electrified door that would sizzle a man’s brain in 2.6 seconds with the voltage running through the handle. She passed by the opening without turning to look. The burnt smell lingering around the air vents in the Establishment had given her crazy ideas.
The second right lead straight back to her rooms. It was truly genius, as Father constantly reminded himself, to have a secret passage open up in the same place. Imagyn felt her stomach drop as she bypassed that turn, her heart crying out for her to run to her room. Pushing forward, her footsteps sped up as she came to the third turn. Her Father’s laboratory.
Imagyn came to a full stop in front of the door. She frowned at her shaking hands as she typed in the secret code. Her father had told them all that the code was top secret, and no one was allowed to use it unless it was a real emergency. Pressing in “5N81N35,” she felt her whole body shudder as the door slid open.
White light blinded her momentarily as she stepped into the immaculate room. She felt dirty with her black hair and favorite, well-used nightgown. Pulling all her hair up into a messy ponytail, Imagyn took another step inside of the room.
The security system, disarmed from her password, made a soft beeping in the background as she began to survey the area. The device should be in the Development Room, she remembered. Phryque and Creep had done nothing but talk about this “amazing holograph book” that their father had. Reject seemed to be disinterested, if not a little grossed out, by the pictures. Imagyn had yet to see it, but that was going to change. Even if she was getting it for Phryque, she wanted to know what was so special about a few holographs.
Her tiny feet made no noise on the rubber floors (for the wayward electricity from the Enhancement Lab) as she bounce-walked her way to the next lab room door. Climbing up on the chair, then the countertop, she managed to peer through the window if she stood on her tip toes.
“Coast clear,” she murmured to herself as she hopped back down. Moving to the keypad, Imagyn tried to insert the same password, but no beeps came from the buttons. Pushing the 5 key repeatedly, she determined that the mechanism had to be broken. She pushed on the door and found it was already propped open.
She wondered why her father employed such equipment if it would only break. She’d asked him once, but only got responses that had to do with “status” and “role in society” and other big words that flew over her head like clouds. That ended her questioning streak on the spot. If life was all about ranks and roles, then no one would listen to a kid like her. At least, that’s why Creep told her every day.
Walking into the Development Lab was a lot easier than she expected. With the door broken, her mind concocted all sorts of crazy ideas as to how her father would have protected the room from interlopers. Obviously, her father wasn’t as creative as his daughter because the only thing protecting the room was a small, moving android which was stuck in a corner.
The cabinet that Phryque had told her about stood no more than ten feet in front of her. It was small, only two shelved, and was silver and black, Father’s favorite colors. And had a place for a key. Groaning, Imagyn rushed over and tugged on the handle of the first drawer.
Nothing budged.
Imagyn felt tears pricking at the back of her eyes as she put more strength into pulling. She brought up her other hand, knocking against the tiny square beside the handle as she did so. The third time she pulled, she found herself flying backwards into a nearby cart.
“Ow,” she sniffled, sitting up from the mess she’d fallen into. The cart had tumbled over, along with all the files and papers on top of it. Picking herself up, she brushed off her hands and behind, hoping to remove the stinging pain as well. As she wiped the saline from her eyes, she saw that she’d accomplished her mission.
“Oh good!” Rushing over, she began to search through the open drawer.
The holograph book was easy to find; everything else in the drawer composed of employee records and failed projects. Imagyn held the treasure to her chest as she rushed out of the room, ignoring the chaos in her wake.
The passage flew past as she rushed back to the children’s wing. She would have been faster, had her slippers not fallen of twice. Sliding past the door at first, she stopped to catch her breath before rushing in. “I got it! I got it!”
Phryque, who was in the middle of a card game with his brothers, jumped up. “No way!”
Reject, whose head tilted as he gazed at the numbers and letters in his hand, glanced up. “You lived?”
“Wow. Surprising,” Creep muttered, shamelessly looking at Phryque’s fallen cards.
“What’s in this anyway?” Imagyn said, hands opening the pages.
“No! Don’t look at it! It’s teenagers only!”
“Teenagers are la-Oh my god!” Imagyn dropped the book, backing away from the open pages with hands on her eyes. “Phryque! Those girls are NAKED!”
“Yeaah, they are.” Phryque grinned, picking up the fallen book. “Really, really good looking naked girls.”
Creep’s head peeked up over his brother’s shoulder, sharing the same lecherous smile. “You can say that again.”
“You two are disgusting!”
“Girls have cooties anyway,” Reject said, laying down his ten to ace royal flush. “Do I win?”