Honk!

I’d seen a lot of these troll aliens around (still kinda weird that they call themselves trolls when they don’t really look like trolls? whatever), but I’d never seen one as small as this little guy. He was kinda cute! He also kinda caught me staring. Whoops.

I guess he didn’t really mind, though, because he held out half of his sandwich and… honked at me? Okay? I mean, I wasn’t gonna just take half his lunch–wait! I think I still had some… I dug around in my pocket and pulled out a kinda crumpled box of Pocky. Seemed like a fair trade. I held it out for the tiny troll.

“Here!”

[Oh, she’s offering you candy in return! That’s very sweet of her (get it, cause it’s candy - ok that was an obvious one). You move to take it only to realize both your hands are occupied with sandwich pieces, so you do the most logical thing you could think of.]

[And shove one of them in your mouth.] 

[Sure, you almost choke to death in the process, but now you have a free hand in which you can take the offered candy box, so it all works out just fine!]

vriska turns swiftly, and then she smiles slow; sticky and sharp.

VRISKA: Gamzee, is that you?

she takes a single, boot-clad step closer to the trashcans.

VRISKA: This is a mighty fitting place to find you, clownkid. So, why are you so itty 8itty? VRISKA: Or are you some kind of long-lost hatchmate? Ha! Imagine that.

[You shake your head and take a step back. You don’t know who ‘Gamzee’ is and you’re pretty sure you’ve never met her before, but you don’t like her tone very much. Is she insulting you?]

[You’re about to bite into a sandwich you were given - apparently, according to this pink-fleshed non-troll lady, you looked ‘cute’ (you didn’t know that!) and ‘in need of some food to put in your belly’ (you did know that), so she left you a sandwich and patted you on the head - anyway, you were about to eat it when you noticed the alien girl staring at you intently.]

[Was she hungry too? You could share! You carefully rip your sandwich in two uneven halves and thrust the one with the bigger half in her direction.]

[You’ve never actually seen a cerulean this close. Bronya used to say they would get into your head and make you do things they want, but Daraya would always roll her eyes at that and then they’d get in a fight and you left somewhere in the middle.]

[Either way, you would prefer to be safe, hiding behind these trashcans- she’s looking right at you isn’t she.]

[There were a lot of clowns around here, weren’t there? But this one seems young, and judging by the crease in his brow, probably a little lost.]

oh * uh * hey *|

[He’s young, very young, so you try to seem casual. You and Chahut were…Friends (?) after all, so you know not all purples are cut from the same oddly patterned cloth.]

are you * looking for where clown church is being held? * i’m actually headed towards there myself *|

[Her voice is softer than she is and you relax just a little as you listen to her. There was a church around here? You didn’t even know!.. Maybe you could hide out in there when it gets cold - sleeping outside is getting harder lately.]

Honk!

[There were a lot of olives around here, wasn’t it? This is like the- you take a moment to count on your fingers- fourth you’ve met so far? She doesn’t seem as nice as the others, but at least you’re glad to know you’re not the only person out there without some loafers.]

[You just sort of, timidly wave at her as she walks past.]

[At the curious smile and offer to help, you just give him an almost surprised stare, your tired eyebrows raised as you hunched forward a bit more. Though you were surprised to be offered such earnest help, you can’t say you’d brush something like this aside, and so you reached out to grab his hands, scooting yourself forward juuust a little bit.]

[You would’ve scooted more, but that was kind of all you could manage. Man, you really did get yourself tangled up in there, huh.]

CHARUN: Alright I got a good grip.. CHARUN: Whenever youre ready

[You pull as hard as you can, but you can only do so much. They seem to be in a real pickle out there! How did your friend help you when you got stuck last time?]

Honk!

[ Had this troll not been a wriggler, she would have gotten a bit smarter and verbally hostile.  But, she could hold back  It seems like this purpleblood kid only knew one word, so communicating would be harder than she’d like. ]

MARSTI: Hey, you see all this energy you’re getting everywhere? -_-

MARSTI: Why don’t you direct it at those ugly shambling corpse things? -_-

MARSTI: I’ll chaperone you. -_-

[You’re in the process of scraping the dirt off your feet on the lower shelves wen you hear the lady talk. She still looks mad at you and- wait, is she really asking what you think she is? You shake your head and back up a little. You don’t want to fight them! That’s why you were hiding in here! She’s not going to make you go out there and face them, right??]