âWelcome, to the golden age of Newtopia! I am Queen Minerva Leviathan, the Shadowfish Slayer.â
Made some art for me and @xenia12 âs evil Marcy au: Losing Marbles!
In this chapter, Marcy is whisked away to the Coreâs mindscape and embarks on a tour of ancient newtopia 1000 years in the past in hopes of getting some answers
OKAY itâs been over half a damn year since I last updated Losing Marbles and I STILL havenât quite finished chapter 6, so thought I could give yâall a sneak peak XD
First off, hereâs ch1-5 on AO3 (if you havenât seen it, at least check the tags before reading this. But it is a continuous story so I suggest starting from the first chapter :P)
And ofc thank @froggythesculptor for like half of the ideas in this cuz sheâs a genius HGVJFTVHYBJY
ANYWAYS!!! Enjoy the first 747 words of chapter 6 lol (btw itâs definitely a long [+ relatively heavy] one for me so far⊠this isnât even half of the WIP lmao)
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Not long after returning to the castle, Darcy sat in her chambers, rolling a purple twenty-sided die between her fingers as she impatiently watched the loading screen. Should be almost there, she thought just before the words âdownload completeâ appeared on the monitor.
Tossing her D20 aside, she stood up and went over to the coral chair where a new helmet was plugged in. She ripped off the wires, picked it up, then seated herself, avoiding the armrests. After taking a breath and steeling herself, she hesitantly placed the helmet over her head.
Darcy grunted, fiery pain seizing her every nerve as The Core made itself comfortable in her body once more. She wanted to scream but bit the inside of her cheek to stop any pathetic noises from coming out. At least it wasnât as bad as the first time.
When the agony finally subsided, she slowly opened her ten artificial eyes then heard, âAh, well done.â
Darcy leaned back and, though they were still somewhat dazed, smiled at the praise. The Core must have already gone through their memories to see how it went.
âLooks like weâre behind schedule, though. We were supposed to be meeting with Andrias in the throne room half an hour ago,â it told them.
âOh, shoot!â Darcy hissed as they sprang from the chair and dashed up the stairs.
Being late to their own meeting will not be good for their meticulous and calculated villain reputation.
Despite their anxiety, they slowed down once they made it to the main hallway. Running through the castle as a troubled mess would only make problems worse, so they walked with slow but powerful steps.
As she went, Darcy passed frobots putting up mass amounts of entangled cables along the walls and collared newts installing eye-shaped surveillance devices all over the castle. She noticed it earlier, but the rate at which it was getting done seemed to have multiplied as the day of the invasion grew closer.
Wow, you guys mustâve been busy, huh? she thought to The Core. Whatâs all this for?
âThese renovations are to aid us in the invasion,â it stated. âThe new additions will allow us to be omnipresent in mechanical tendrils across the castle, even when disconnected from you.â
Her lips pulled up into a wicked smirk. So, basically, youâll, she mused delightedly, have an eye on everything?
A large, exasperated sigh echoed from most of The Core, but one of the voices let out a muffled howl of laughter, instead. Darcy grinned ear to ear, immediately deciding that the newt who appreciated her pun was objectively the best of the collection.
As she approached the throne room, she straightened her face before a couple robots on either side of the entrance swung the doors open for her. She strode in and Andrias swiftly lifted his head to see who had entered, tensing once he saw it was Darcy. Olivia and Yunan noticed his reaction then spun around and let out twin gasps of surprise.
Wait a second, Darcy thought as she stopped walking about halfway between the doors and the newts. Oliviaâs and Yunanâs eyes were normal.
Tearing her gaze from the lady and the general, she stared at Andrias with narrowed eyes and asked, âWhat happened to their collars?â Though, it sounded more like an accusation than a question.
The giant newt seemed to prepare himself before stepping in front of Olivia and Yunan. He then said, âIf I may, could you remove the helmet? I wish to speak to you directly.â
She scoffed and crossed her arms, already fed up with the conversation. âYou will address all of The Core when speaking to me. Now, what are you up to? And whereâs your little tiara? You know very well that we canât monitor your thoughts without it.â
âMarcy-â
âDarcy,â she growled. Andrias knew that. He was trying to appeal to her old self, wasnât he?
Andrias furrowed his brows but his eyes still held a little too much warmth. âMarcy, this isnât you. I know how⊠persuasive The Core can be⊠but I also know you donât want to hurt people.â
Darcy grit their teeth while listening, but stopped by the time he was done. Then they suddenly threw their head back in a fit of laughter. They soon finished with a sigh and went, âOh, is that what you think, big guy? That Iâm still the innocent little girl I was a year ago?â
đ TO BE CONTINUED đ
(in a hopefully reasonable amount of time⊠Idk my motivation is way too unpredictable for me to give any sort of guess hhhh)
NYEHEHEHEHEHE this has been soooo fun to work on with you xenia! I love how sheâs all buddy buddy with the core and treats andrias like a sack of garbage.
Itâs @froggythesculptorâs birthdayyy!!! To celebrate, I drew an idea she had about the core arms acting like Darcyâs (evil Marcyâs) little pets in our AU :3
Hiii Iâve wanted to try out Tumblr for a while now and what better day to start than Darcyâs birthday! Our beloved roach gets a birthday party and cupcakes! Donât mind the traumatized newts⊠:3
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