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Glitch wandered. It was what he did when his half a brain decided to try and be more than half a brain, to make him try and actually think, to actually imagine. He was fairly certain it had something to do with the events during the eclipse, his connection to the other side of his brain, the part that (as they reminded him happily) made him Ambrose, the smart one, the guy with the whole brain and no problems remembering who he was or who his friends were or why he was wherever he'd end up. Why he loved apples. Why the Queen of the entire OZ was so fond of him. Why he felt like everything would be just fine when he looked at the royal family, together, hugging, happy.
Glitch paused in his aimless meandering. He had managed to wander into a room that was…familiar. They had been put in the castle, that much he did remember, much to his excitement, but this room wasn't one of the normal rooms like Cain and Raw and everyone else had been given. It was shiny, full of gadgets that tugged at that part of his mind that was nothing more than a great gap. The entire room was dusty, but the...the whatchamacallits, the thingies, they were still shiny, some of them still even humming.
It felt like he was supposed to be doing something in here. Light trickled in through high dusty windows, and he was sitting on top of a worn leather stool, staring at something.
It did something when you did something to it. And he knew what it did, but he couldn't remember what. He knew he actually knew, knew that there was something about all these doohickeys and gadgets that were his, but something, something was pressing down on him, looking at all of these things and saying pick up the screwdriver, pick up the impedimentary disks, finish the inhibitor, I'm almost finished, I'm so close, but so close to what?
...What?
Glitch blinked, staring at the screwdriver in his hand. He looked around the room.
He looked at the single, scraping line in the dust, where someone had been dragged out the opposite door, and decided that the shiny things, whatever they were, weren't worth trying to think and remember and look at that line slashing through the dust. Glitch slammed the screwdriver back onto the counter, and backed up, twisting, quickly deciding to go back to one of those nice rooms that someone had said he could sleep in, since he liked getting to sleep in beds, they were nice. He didn't even really think about how he was running, running fast and from something he really didn't remember, running past one of the balconies…and tripped.
It was a very strange trip. He didn't hit the stonework that he had seen himself heading for. In fact, he was looking at clouds. Cumulonimbus, that gap in his brain said, and he kept on falling, flailing and screaming as an island came into view, getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
And then something bounced him backwards, stopping his descent for just a moment, midair, leaving him flailing and gaping on top of absolutely nothing. But then the imaginary platform seemed to decide no, it had changed its mind again and wanted Glitch to fall down, and he did.
He landed on something very hard, and definitely not a bed, which was pretty dissapointing after all this time.
Glitch winced, eyes closed. "...Ow."
[The vitally important location explanation may be found here on slated.]
Glitch paused in his aimless meandering. He had managed to wander into a room that was…familiar. They had been put in the castle, that much he did remember, much to his excitement, but this room wasn't one of the normal rooms like Cain and Raw and everyone else had been given. It was shiny, full of gadgets that tugged at that part of his mind that was nothing more than a great gap. The entire room was dusty, but the...the whatchamacallits, the thingies, they were still shiny, some of them still even humming.
It felt like he was supposed to be doing something in here. Light trickled in through high dusty windows, and he was sitting on top of a worn leather stool, staring at something.
It did something when you did something to it. And he knew what it did, but he couldn't remember what. He knew he actually knew, knew that there was something about all these doohickeys and gadgets that were his, but something, something was pressing down on him, looking at all of these things and saying pick up the screwdriver, pick up the impedimentary disks, finish the inhibitor, I'm almost finished, I'm so close, but so close to what?
...What?
Glitch blinked, staring at the screwdriver in his hand. He looked around the room.
He looked at the single, scraping line in the dust, where someone had been dragged out the opposite door, and decided that the shiny things, whatever they were, weren't worth trying to think and remember and look at that line slashing through the dust. Glitch slammed the screwdriver back onto the counter, and backed up, twisting, quickly deciding to go back to one of those nice rooms that someone had said he could sleep in, since he liked getting to sleep in beds, they were nice. He didn't even really think about how he was running, running fast and from something he really didn't remember, running past one of the balconies…and tripped.
It was a very strange trip. He didn't hit the stonework that he had seen himself heading for. In fact, he was looking at clouds. Cumulonimbus, that gap in his brain said, and he kept on falling, flailing and screaming as an island came into view, getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
And then something bounced him backwards, stopping his descent for just a moment, midair, leaving him flailing and gaping on top of absolutely nothing. But then the imaginary platform seemed to decide no, it had changed its mind again and wanted Glitch to fall down, and he did.
He landed on something very hard, and definitely not a bed, which was pretty dissapointing after all this time.
Glitch winced, eyes closed. "...Ow."
[The vitally important location explanation may be found here on slated.]