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“I didn’t touch any of your shit!”
“Oh, bullshit kid! I left this stash here a day ago and haven’t touched it since-- then I catch your ass in here, and I’m missing a can of bacon. If you weren’t the one who did it, then who did-- huh? The fucking can-fairy?” she snarled, pointing her crowbar at the teen threateningly.
ˢᵗʳᵃᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉᶰᵉᵈ
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Though but the blink of an eye, portal travel was less than ideal; because in that single second, the space between the where and going bombarded whoever happened to be passing through with bright, flashing colors, disorienting angles, and a sickening sense of vertigo. If not for her steely nerves, Lariat was pretty damn sure she would’ve puked her guts out had the trip been any longer. Girl and machine landed ass-first in the dirt, flinging up pebbles and bits of foliage. Shaking and picking the stray pieces from their bodies, blinking in sync at the much softer rays of sunlight... both could agree this new world was a massive improvement to their shithole former residence.
All around, towering pillars of brown and green dominated the visible landscape, with small blades of green covering the ground in patches. Triangle identified them as trees and grass with a delightfully quick internet search-- another perk to this place, it seemed. The two had never once seen a place like this; they couldn’t have imagined anything other than the sand and heat of their native world, for it was all they’d ever known.
“It’s official. The universe fucked us in the ass. We could’ve been from... wherever this is, but nope! Fuck me, right? We drew the short straw. Lucky bastards living here don’t know how good they have it...” she seethed, crossing her arms and sitting on tree-stump.
“Well, I won’t argue with you on that... but how can you be so sure there’s people living here? It’s highly unlikely. Not that I mind. If the life here is anything like it is on Dust, than I could go the rest of my life without meeting them.”
“...you’re no fun, y’know that?”
weldedxsouls well I finally got to it and I was on a traditional media kick today so yeah…pencil and pen. Don’t even ask me why she looks so disgusted.
“Oh geez, I’m sorry! I thought… your head was on fire. Guess I never thought someone could have hair that red before. Oops.”
The redhead stilled for a moment, unable to see the bot since her now completely drenched hair was in her face.
A hand came up and brushed her hair up out of her face.
“Can you… Not ever do that again?”
Already embarrassed by his mistake, Triangle could only scratch the exterior of his body feebly. He’d just tried to do what he thought was right in the heat of the moment; though, perhaps he should’ve had a double take to confirm that the person he was dousing in water was, in fact, on fire.
In his defense, he had never met nor seen a single person on Dust with her shade... Everyone either wore it long, or not at all, and the differences in the color wasn’t something you’d notice unless you sat and started at someone’s head.
“Yeah, definitely not. I really am sorry, miss. Do you... need something to dry off with?”

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Here comes Mettaton... There he goes, blowing a kiss.
“O-oh… well, that’s… um, thank you..?”
“The hell…? Where’d this green thing come from? …does it have a face..?!”
“…Well howdy there! Who are you?”
“ And I need a face to talk, silly!”
Lariat backpedaled a good foot away from cheerful, unsettlingly vocal... whatever it was! It sorta reminded her of those large brown and green “plants” called trees that Triangle told her about, but... trees were big and they definitely didn’t TALK.
“I’m pretty fucking sure you shouldn’t even have a face! What the hell are you? You... weird, freaky not-tree!”
You can hire as many brutes as you want, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be waiting with my sword drawn I don’t fear you or anyone that threatens me
I’ll put you in your place since you think that you know mine.
“The hell...? Where’d this green thing come from? ...does it have a face..?!”
“Oh geez, I’m sorry! I thought... your head was on fire. Guess I never thought someone could have hair that red before. Oops.”

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Triangle wasn’t Chell’s concern. He was a machine whose only roll was to act as a tool of knowledge and a weapon of Lar’s protection. His safety only mattered during battles that required a partner or when a question needed to be answered. Her care for him went as far as what was required for she and her human to survive.
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[ Nothing Here ] - weldedxsouls
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Chell had no idea what a “chariot” was nor why a golden one would be taking corpses anywhere, but she glanced at the staircase at the end of his sentence as if there might be some massive shiny object worthy of body-toting that she may have missed earlier. There wasn’t one, so she went with Tri’s strange metaphor being some brand of sarcasm that she wasn’t yet familiar with. The term was memorized for later questioning but deemed unimportant. She wasn’t dead and would be going upstairs via chariot no time soon.
Then came what was instantly read as a lie.
It couldn’t be just water. It was never just water.
The Lady untangled herself from Lariat…noticing for the first time with a sharp bark-like hiss that she, too, had an IV in her wrist. Chell sent a warning glare to Triangle with all the fury of a provoked dragon, fists balled and teeth grit, bared, ready to bite open metal.
Still, his claim was worth looking into. She stood up on the couch and, careful not to trample Lar on her way over, pulled the bag previously connected to herself down from its ring. She tore a hole in the top with her teeth and stuck a finger in, sniffing and finally licking the liquid contents.
It was just water.
The entire bag was empty seconds later, gulped down ravenously by the Lady. More than a few scraps of plastic were accidentally swallowed in her rush to further tear the bag apart. It was crumpled immediately afterward as Chell stood on the armrest of the couch, panting and licking water off her chin and cheeks and enjoying the couple drops that fell on her shoulders and the sides of her neck.
The moment passed. She dropped the bag and returned to Lar, settled onto her knees with the intention of curling around her again. But she paused, glanced to Triangle. Emotionless and tired.
And gave him a nod.
Then she collapsed to tightly hold Lariat, bodies entwined. Her face, cooled from the water, pressed against her friend’s warm throat and felt her pulse. Her fingertips sunk into the back of Lar’s shirt like claws in prey.
If there was one quality Triangle prided himself in, it was his honesty. Sure, a fib here or there was fine... but he’d certainly never lead someone on so cruelly as to drug their water... such behavior was better suited to scoundrels, not kindly robots without vendettas. Lar definitely wasn’t one to hide things either-- she left everything out in the open, laid bare to the world... while he kept a few skeletons in the closet, as it were.
All the repression, all the fighting... for years... and it had still managed to rear it’s ugly head at the most opportune moment; that side he wished would burn out in its own rage. It was instinct; fragmented coding gone haywire. He was a fool to think he could ever hope to control it. He’d seen Lar’s blood, felt the very color hijack over his sight-- his directive. It wasn’t protect and flee, then... only kill kill K I L L.
How terrifying, to realize you lacked over half of your being.
...however, the woman saw him. She wasn’t terrified. She saw him at his absolute worst, and been entirely unafraid-- for her safety, at least. Lar had been both their imperatives.
More surprising, he’d apparently managed to do something right in her eyes. Worth recognition. A nod. It’d been more than she’d bother to give him so far, besides steely indifference. This stranger, not even a week known, had... seemingly accepted him. She wasn’t running for the hills with Lariat in tow, or threatening him with blunt objects. She was comfortable enough to lay there, wrapped up in the recovering form of his best friend.
He didn’t know what to say.
Well, actually, he had an idea... but would it be sufficient?
“...thank you, f-for yesterday. If you hadn’t been there when I... snapped-- Lar might not be here right now. I would’ve kept on fighting, and by then... it might’ve been too late for her.
And... I’m sorry you had to see that. If it had to be anybody, I guess I’m glad you were the one who did. I don’t... want Lariat to see me that way. Not ever. If I can help it. I’m not 100% okay... I don’t think I ever was. A part of me is missing. It’d be fair to say I’m... broken.
...if she ever found out, I... she’d never look at me the same way again.”

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Fuck stardust, my body is forged from steel. The blood in my veins isn’t made From soft, pretty nets of stars: Do not describe me with your pale words: lilies, roses, and sunlight. These are temporary treasures with a soft touch. I am an ironwork of needles. A simple collection of plated armor and rusting chains, grinding gears catching on dust and dirt and scars. I will walk through fire and emerge polished and sharp. I am dented and tarnished and still, Even my most damaged pieces Are built to draw blood.
“Fuck Your Soft Words" (alternatively titled: I Was Born With An Iron Ribcage, I Am Built To Cage Myself) by theworthofhollin (via theworthofhollin)
[ Nothing Here ] - weldedxsouls
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The sounds of machinery moving behind her made her curl tighter around Lar, both hands fists behind her back and full of fabric. She made a low rumbling sound with what spit she was able to gather, her mouth the taste of sand and twice as dry. It took a sharp intake at the end of her growl to prevent a bought of coughing.
Blue glowing was never good but she knew better than to assume Tri was somebody else. Still, it was deeply uncomfortable for her to be in such atmosphere. Metal walls, blue lights. If it weren’t for the wide open door and Lar’s warm body she would’ve torn the place down by now. Or so she told herself. Every joint still ached and burned upon movement. Nothing she couldn’t work past in an emergency but not without consequence.
Without rolling over, she turned her head around far enough to look at Triangle. Glaring at him, of course; he was the only one around but without clear memory of the evening before, she had no proof that he was the one to do this to her. She raised one sore arm up to the duo of hanging bags and then to her bandage, lips drawing back in a deathly serious threat. More accusing than questioning but intending to draw an answer. She ended her “sentence” with a light snarl and pulling Lar a little bit closer.
Ah, there was the frightful woman he’d come to know. Back to her old self. Would she of died, had he not administered the IV fluids? What a terrible thought... and bothersome. Burying a body was dreadful-- had to make sure all the critters didn’t come and dig it up. Well, if you cared enough. If Lariat managed to kill someone she usually left them to rot... though, in the case of bandits, he couldn’t say they didn’t deserve it.
Following her stiff motions, coupled with a hostile demeanor in regards to the IV pole and drip bag... it seemed she wasn’t fond of the medical equipment. Or, perhaps the needle? Lariat used to be a squick when it came to them too, but as time went on she eventually got over it. There were worse injuries to have inflicted than a little prick in a vein. If she could’ve gone without them, she definitely would... but, it was an efficient way to resupply the body with liquids. Dumping it wasn’t an option.
“Not a fan, are we? Don’t worry, it’s harmless; boiled water from the tap is all. You conked out a few minutes after we made it home... if you hadn’t been breathing, I’d assume you’d’ve already taken the Golden Chariot upstairs.”