towerofanimus | Is This Home?

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Is This Home?

Characters: anyone who got sent "home", anyone going to rescue them
Setting: your world?
Format: any
Summary: Post your nightmare world! Travel to other nightmare worlds! Save people from nightmare worlds!
Warnings: general angst/horror warnings for now

There's a bright flash of light and a screech of sound before you pop back into existence in familiar territory. Maybe something's off about it, though...

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It hadn't been a very good day.

It's like Rory's got some sort of neon sign over his head that reads "Beat Me Up" because every shove seemed to have escalated until even getting to his locker resulted in at least three new bruises, and every misdeed warranted being pinned to the lockers hard enough to purple his wrists. People were particularly fond of pushing him into the lockers with enough force to actually knock him to the floor, and he got to celebrate fourth period with a split lip, ruining his shirt entirely. The nurse's office always seemed to be closed whenever he braved the journey, and he wasn't taking the chance today.

The worst part of it all was that he didn't have any solance from it. For eight hours of his life he was beaten and humilated and couldn't even spend a minute with any of his friends in the Glee club, because they didn't even recognnize them. Finn wouldn't even spare him the second glance to stop the abuse, and that seemed to cut deeper than anything else.

So he took to staring at the floor as he scurried desperately to each class, weaving in and out of the crowd, but when he made contact and it was followed by an angry yell, he cowered instinctly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Look where you're going next time, and maaaaaaaaybe you'll avoid running into everyone like a clumsy dope!"

Vriska looked him over, arms crossed over her chest as she sized him up. Just about anyone could look more confident than this kid. It kind of disgusted her to see people like that. She circled around him, nose slightly in the air as she gave him another once over.

"Gonna stare at the floor all day? Maybe you'll me a huge favor and walk into a wall doing that. Give yourself a nice concussion!"

It's nothing that hasn't already been said to him before--in fact, it's pretty tame in comparison to what's usually thrown in his direction--so while he might not have wanted to hear it, it's something he was quite able to take in stride. Rory just sort of hunched his shoulders inwards to see if he could make himself smaller, and tried to scoot past without too much trouble.

"Sorry," he repeated softly, and just in the hopes of getting out of the situation without anything getting slammed headlong into any walls, added, "I'll stop looking at the floor."

"Hey! Did I say you could walk away from me, human?"

Vriska could have been a little more horrible, but she was still trying to be a good person. You know, aside from the whole feeding-people-to-Karkat's-lusus thing. But no one knew about that yet, and she intended to keep it that way. And if she was nice outside of that, maybe it'd balance out the terrible stuff she kept doing! At least, that was the logic she was following to keep herself from spiralling out of control.

Human?

Up to this point Rory hadn't been paying any attention to his offender, given that most of the time looking up resulted in some sort of attempt at crude facial reconstruction. But at the strange question he raised his head, and sucked in a sharp breath that let itself out in a squeak of horror. Last time he ran into grey skin and horns he'd actually died and that was one experience he never wanted to repeat.

Speaking was kind of impossible at the moment. He just stared in horror, arms pulled up defensively in front of his chest.

Vriska eyed him critically, mouth twisted into an annoyed frown as she glared at him like his fear was somehow offensive. She shifted her weight to her other foot as soreness seeped into her legs. She needed a good distraction from the pain of her earlier battle, and this kid was going to have to be it.

"What are you so afraid of? Can't handle the horns and grey skin? What a joke!"

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Is This Home?

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djhds sorry this got lost in my email

ahahaahahahaha you're fine that's happened to me too ; 3;

shakes fist at inbox!!

oh btw intense fear of trolls 8Db

HELL YEAH