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What?
Anyway, just got tackled by a giant DAMI.
Yeah, you're totally not in pain. The blurriness of everything is just how your vision naturally is, it's just that sucky. It was totally not because you just got impaled by a big fat clawed pest at full speed. No, certainly not. You're a troll, you can totally take hits like that. Because you're awesome and so totally not a crippled wimp.
You attempt to get back on your feet to regain your bearings only to be halted mid-way. You, all of a sudden, are no longer touching the ground with your feet. Or your hands. Or your, well, anything. You're really getting sick of this.
You look up to see what in the name of gog is hoisting you up into the air to see two beady black eyes staring right on down at you, a lighter gray blush on the darker signifying 'rosy cheeks' happily grinning at your dismay. This DAMI is annoying as s**t and you are really regretting not kicking it out of your hive earlier.
In your indignation at this position, you begin to struggle against the DAMI's jaws which are holding firmly onto the collar of your shirt. It's not just that it's uncomfortable, it's f**king hard to
breathe. The stupid DAMI doesn't even take notice of your discomfort, instead turning tail and heading right towards the one place you don't really want to go to anymore. Sollux's hive.
If you could talk you would be shouting out and giving this thing tongue-lashings for its idiocy and insanity. But, since you can't and you're CULL FODDER, the DAMI continues on its way, going faster and faster and making it harder and harder to breathe. This is just
dandy. As the ground speeds by, you can just feel your veinous air-bladders struggling to take their next intake before having it forcefully coughed out by each jolt of this beast's uneven pace.
Just as you're starting to black out from asphyxiation, you hear a crash and some loud yelling.
"What the f**k are you doiing iin here?!"
OH S**T OH S**T OH S**T.
YOU WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING, YOU SWEAR.
YOU SEE, THIS STUPID A** DAMI JUST DRAGGED YOU HERE.
AND YOU WERE TOTALLY NOT PLANNING TO STEAL ANYTHING EARLIER, NO NO.
IT'S ALL LIES AND YOU'RE TOTALLY NOT A MUTE UNABLE TO SAY ANY OF THIS, NO.
It is very safe to say you are utterly and completely panicked at this situation. The DAMI is no longer holding you by the collar, having dropped you to the ground amidst a pile of sharp glass to scurry off somewhere. You are now face to face with Sollux Captor, an infamous hacker who has memorized every ~ath command there is and then some who also carries some nifty and absolutely dangerous psionic powers. He does not seem to be happy with your entrance.
"You're a f**kiing dumbath, you know that riight?"
And you have a biit of a liithp, good thir.
You now realize that there are odd bits of technology sitting in Sollux's room. You have no idea what he'd be doing with such large, foreign-looking, machinery but you guess it has something to do with that game he and Aradia made. You are suddenly now very interested in what the hell they're doing.
Sollux advances, frowning a sharp-toothed frown. "Ii'm too buthy for thiith bullthiith. Get the f**k out of my f**kiing hiive you retard."
You're surprised he hasn't just tossed you out of the window yet. Oh well, more luck to you. You stumble up onto your feet and try to seem as confident as possible while doing so. Your gaze drifts once more to the odd pieces of machinery and Sollux notices.
"Quiit f**kiing gawkiing diip-thiit. Thith ithn't any of your damn buthneth." He then proceeds to finally do the eye-glowy thing and drag you to the window psionically.
Of course, after knowing you for a while, Sollux no longer questions why you don't talk in his presence. He just thinks it's you being an "athhole who thiinkth he'th too cool for everybody". You're rather thankful for that, even while under the odd tingly sensation of his freaky voodoo eyes dragging you out forcefully.
What you're not thankful for, however, is how he seems to think you're going to be fine being floated out of a window and dropped from the hive complex STORIES IN THE AIR. You would flail but you don't want to seem idiotic. Because flailing is just stupid.
Well, it seems like this is the end of you.
Farewell, Topher Leptotyph. The color-blind, mute, retard who decided to not get rid of a pest and is going to die for it. Nobody is going to miss you and you'd be surprised if any scavengers even bothered with disposing of your corpse. You're going to die a light-blue splatter at the base of a hive complex. It'd be pretty awesome if this were a movie or a game but since it's life you're pretty damn freaked out.
Even if you could talk, you're not sure what your last words would be.
You all suck?
Enjoy your pussy a** game?
F**k you? They all seem good, really, and it makes you sad for not being able to try exclaiming them and many other things at Sollux as he plunges you to your doom.
You're far enough out the window now to be able to look at the ground and it's terrifying. Hm, you wonder if Tavros is still going to have fun playing whatever game this is with you splattered and dead-like. You kinda feel like a jerk for having a smidgen of hope that he won't. Oh well, GERONIMO-
Ohey, the DAMI is back.
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