WEEK 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[It is again early morning when the train docks next. This time, however, the dock is not as busy. There are few trains to be seen, and even fewer people. Only a man stands at the dock, teeth sharp in his smile, scelera a deep gold as he stares beneath his fedora.

"Unexpected," he said with a smile. A two-dimensional dog with the head of a scribbled black cloud hops by, ignoring him. "But not unwanted. Do make yourselves comfortable."

This new place is known as Victoria's Chasm, named after an Empress. No, not that one. Her Thrice-Renewed Majesty is quite comfortable on her Throne, and rulled for much longer than 99 days, thank you very much.

In the distance, black begins to erupt like tendrils. Lightning flashes through the clouds. This is the land of monsters; tread carefully. And do not despair, whatever you do.


There are fifteen strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[zackthekiller]

AAAAAUUUUUURRRGGGGHH--!

[He collapses to the ground, gripping his sides in pain. His mind races to make sense of what he just experienced. A blur. A painful blur. Fav was untouchable because he was just some sentient hologram, but this lady?

And he thought he was a monster.]

D-damnit... DAMNIT!!

[You'd think this would encorage him to follow the rules, or at least lash out at the two people coming to his aid. But no. The person he wants to kill most right now is nowhere near the train.]

[telecosmetic]

Zack-here! [Eliza is already pulling out a healing potion as she hurries to his side, wrapping her arms around the uninjured side of his body as she holds out the potion.] Please, drink this! It-it should help!

[zackthekiller]

[He... He sees Eliza. Good, the one person he trusts the most on this train has the healing potions.

He doesn't hesitate to take the potion from her hands and chug it down.]

.... HAAH! [He lurches forward, panting from the pain... But he's been through worse. He knows he has.]

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza's just going to keep hugging him for a while.] Is...are you feeling better, now?

[zackthekiller]

... ...... ...Y-yeah...

[He can feel the wounds closing up and the pain going away... The mental scars, though... This is the wrong potion for that.]

... I've survived worse.

[And yet he leans closer into the hug once he's healed enough. Not giving a crap about getting blood on his sister.]

[telecosmetic]

[She doesn't care about the blood getting on her, either.] Please...promise me you won't do that again, okay? I was so worried when I couldn't stop you...

[zackthekiller]

.....

[He... He doesn't know. All his instincts are telling him to attack, fight, kill. And yet... He cares about her too much. Plus, what even are those things out there, so big and powerful? Why are they all so damned bloodthirsty? What do they want?]

.... Fine. [He mumbles...] But I still want that royal bitch dead.

[telecosmetic]

We won't let her get away with this. We'll get her, and we'll free everyone. [Eliza's voice has a strong conviction to it.]

[zackthekiller]

[... A slight smirk spreads across his face.]

Damn right, we will.

[telecosmetic]

[She nods at that, slowly letting go.] We'll stick together for this, and we'll be alright.