[Fan-made chapter - Vee] She lay there in the darkness. The silence was so unbearably bitter. The darkness that bound her like magical binds that couldn't be penetrated. But magic wasn’t real. It flowed on her metallic skin, yet it still went deeper. Deep enough to shut off her power and/or control her. She couldn’t move, even if she tried her hardest. Her memories were mostly blank. Mostly. There was little she could recall, but she still could picture some scenes and facts. She was in a group of three.. What were their names? She had to collect the DNA of many toons, but for what? Why did she have to do that? Repeating arguments with… with her friend? The moment the thought flowed into her head, she felt the uncomfortable silence grow stronger. What was a friend to her? As she continued to sift through out her memories, more questions began to pop up as she discovered more. What were twisteds? Who made them? Why couldn't they just live together? Sure, they were creepy with all that ichor covering them, but they couldn't be that bad, right? Did they take something away from them like taking candy from a baby? Then, a thought, blurry but still understandable came rushing into her brain. ‘Sprout.’ He was part of that group of three. A spark of curiosity lit up a small space in her mind, then went dark just as suddenly as it came. She began to search for more, who was the third toon? Thoughts flooded through her mind but none of them really had anything useful. She rummaged through her thoughts for what felt like forever, scattering them everywhere. She was desperate for answers. She gave a quick glance to her stubborn thoughts, and shoved them away, leaving them broken a too damaged to see. Time went by, seconds? minutes? hours? days? Who knew? She didn’t know what she was searching for exactly, maybe the day they first met or the last time they saw each other? She was searching frantically until she took a glance too short at one of her memories and it was left broken and unintelligible. She almost let out a shout of anger, but no sound came out. Her mouth stayed shut. All the other memories of this mysterious toon were shattered. It took a moment to calm down. Maybe she could play back the last few moments she could remember. She took a steady breath and searched her mind for what may have caused her current state. She pressed her eyes together even though the ichor was already blocking out any light and keeping them shut. The scene grew around her, but she still didnt know where it was. There was a green spec at a little table with child drawings. Her current vision looked like it came from up in a corner, like a security camera. Somehow, she knew the toon with a green head and grey antennas, white shirt and a green vest, was her. Everything was so clear, she could see tiny dust particles flying in the air, a small ant who managed to get into the building…everything, but her. The image of herself was so blurry and cracked, that she could only see the basic shapes. She told herself to concentrate on what was happening in the memory and not herself.She looked at where her toon self was looking, but it revealed no secrets, so she stared at her head for a moment. Nothing was happening, so she was about to look away, but stopped immediately as a new memory swallowed her. ‘We need to talk.’ Sprout’s voice could be heard, but static was clearing up her screen too much for her to see anything. ‘About what?’ that voice was glitchy and broken, it must have belonged to the mystery toon. ‘Well…’ Sprout mumbled, ‘Okay, let me just cut to the chase. We both know–’ the sound of static blocked out the name. She got upset because she knew it must’ve been her name. ‘–somehow deleted her emotions and that’s causing a LOT of bad things, right?’ ‘Mhm…’ ‘Yeah. So apparently she can’t reinstall said deleted emotions because of some virus Bobette installed.’ ‘Bobette…?’ ‘Umm.. So remember when I ran away and took the USB connected to the virtual world?’ She started to get bored, so she tuned out until something was interesting enough to get her attention. Lots of arguing caused her toon self to zone out. So she did too. A few moments later though, she heard Sprout, her friend, say, ‘Maybe we should just… get rid of Vee altogether.’ Vee! That was her name! Vee decided to wait to the end so she didnt waste time.
[Continued] Later, Vee saw herself laying on the floor, shaking. She got a bit taller when she hit the ground. She saw herself yelling at Sprout, but she couldn’t hear anything. It looked like they were arguing, as usual. Then, her torso split apart, and all the memories came rushing back in. She pulled herself out of that scene. She wouldn’t see that again. Vee was back in the ichor prison. Darkness spread all over. She had turned into a twisted and ripped out Sprout’s heart. Ripping out his heart k!lled her. But Vee was thinking and recently was in a memory, she couldn’t be dead. Just then, the darkness faded and the last room she was in came into view. “Vee?!” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Art: picture from my computer Song: Idk Previous: NO Next: hmmmm.. NO! blah blah blah this is the layout harps does right? Blah blah blah idk what to put here blah blah
