#creaturestuck

Okay I'll bite

Here's what I have so far

She’s very good at climbing up! just not so good at climbing down..

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[Just a quick AU I thought up for an RP I’m in]

[[Trizza has logged on]] Meenah: WH-ER-E HAV-E YOU B-E-EN Nepeta: :33< Trizza! Trizza: In jail. Terezi: HOLY SH1T Meenah: no seriously where have you been? You went missing for a Y-EAR Trizza: I just told you. Meenah: are you serious? why? Trizza: I assaulted someone. Meenah: okay i need the whole story, im going ta you right now Trizza: Don't. Nepeta: :33< Why not? Trizza: I never should have come here. [[Trizza has logged off]]

--Several Hours Later--

A trollish woman sat on the bed of her single-room apartment, looking glum as ever. It was a quick living arrangement she took up, nothing more than a place to sleep and eat. The bed was bare except for a single thin blanket, and there was nothing else.

The woman laid back, staring at the ceiling. Why had she logged back into that infernal chatroom that plagued her days only a year prior? Nostalgia? Curiosity? It didn't even matter anymore. She should have just kept the app closed, locked away in a folder, never to be looked upon again. But now she opened up Pandora's Box. Her old friends were going to come looking for, she thought, and old wounds would be reopened.

A pounding knock at her door. A knock she knew very well. The woman stood and opened the door slowy. It was Meenah, the closest thing to a sister she had. Yet she felt nothing. "Leave," she said, her voice tinged with a deep darkness that could have been mistaken for something demonic. She went to close the door, but Meenah's foot blocked the opening.

"what's up with you, Trizza?" Meenah asked tentatively. "You gotta tell me the story." Trizza shook her head, going to sit back down on the bed. She didn't want to. She already told the police as much as was safe to say. Why tell anyone more? Meenah sat next to Trizza, putting an arm around her. "come on, it'll be a secret between fronds." Trizza sighed in annoyance. She never could get over telling Meenah her secrets.

--One year prior--

[[Private message between Trizza and Kurloz]] Trizza: Hey Spooky, you got Karfat on the line? I I forgot to tell him something before he ran off earlier. Kurloz: He's not here. Trizza: 'kay, his phone's off now and that's usually you and him time... Trizza: He forget to charge or something? Kurloz: He's dead. Trizza: Stop playin', Spookster. Kurloz: I'm not playing. He's dead. Trizza: C'mon, that's not funny. Kurloz: I'm not trying to be funny, dear. [[Trizza has left the conversation]] [[Trizza has logged in]] Trizza: You guys seen Karfat? Terezi: KURLOZ JUST G4V3 US TH3 N3WS Trizza: That joker ψas here? Terezi: 1 DONT TH1NK H3 W4S JOK1NG Nepeta: :33< Trizza I'm sorry [[Trizza has logged off]]

Trizza walked around town, looking grim. The people passing by paid no attention to her as they weaved around her to get to their destinations. Until...one person bumped into her. She snapped, whipping around and beginning to punch the man in the face. She pushed him against a wall and began throwing punch after punch at the man. With every hit, more and more tears came to her eyes.

It wasn't long before she noticed some police officers coming toward her. She looked at the innocent man she had just wailed upon, then stepped back. She put her hands where the officers could see them and sat down, almost delirious in those moments following her frenzied attack. As the officers began to cuff her wrists, as they loaded her into the back of a cruiser and toted her to the station, her tears dried and her expression faded to a dull nothing.

--Present Day--

The woman had kicked Meenah out. Violently. She didn't care at this point. Meenah got what she wanted, and that was that. She didn't know what to feel. Seeing her old gossip buddy was enough for a few vague things to resurge, but she quelled them. There was no use for any of that, not that she could see.

yeeebss,,,,