You open up the heavy freezer door and step inside. Even in your cold, barely air-conditioned home, the change is somewhat jarring. All around you are familiar faces frozen bodies, most of them hanging from hooks, so as to not freeze to the floor.
You pick a rather pretty-looking one from the back. They're recent- There's more flush to their face than some of the others. There's also more limbs. But that's unimportant, as you just need the head. For once, you had the foresight to bring a blade. You promptly use it to hack off their head, and picking it up, you examine their features.
Feminine, definitely. Short hair, stuck to their face. Cute.
But you're getting pretty hungry now. You hang the rest of the body back on the hook and wrap the head up, before running the whole way out to the transportalizer. You gingerly set it down on the machine, input the coordinates, and press send.
God, this is a weird thing to do for someone, and you're so happy to do it.
This is probably an alternate universe, because likely character death is not a good.
You input the coordinates on your transportalthing and hop in. You aren't wearing a jacket and suddenly being somewhere that isn't freezing is a shock.
You won't let that be a deterrent, though. You're gonna fuck Jade up, and nothing short of a conveniently timed forest fire would stop you.
Okay, maybe getting shot in the head would deter you pretty badly, because we all know how that situation would end up going. (We don't, but let's not let that make this post longer than it needs to be.)
You did ask so have fun being future vriska for however long the mun decides
You are now Future Vriska. Due to the wendigo spirit slowly eating away at you, you've become increasingly more apathetic- To, well, everything. You care very little for anything that isn't food. Even yourself.
But old habits die hard, even in the face of a supernatural black hole.
Due to the nature of the magic bullshit which made you suddenly old, you are essentially the same, visually and everything. Really, it's unlikely you'd get this far legitimately at all, all considering.
> A large purple flash goes off and a large round disc appears at the exact spot indicated by the coordinates. It’s a bit wider than the average person and has a small note atop.
"Tell Terezi I said hello."
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As always, the coordin8s you gave out are in a ditch outside your cabin-thing. When the purple flash disappears to show you the disc, standing in the rain and snow is totally worth it. You wouldn’t tell anyone, but you totally did a little fist bump.
It's ready. Good thing, you were starting to fall asleep, and that's impossible.
They pull you out, rather rudely, to the circle in the middle of the floor. It's drawn with some indeterminate material, which you can tell is not human in origin. By which you mean, it didn't come from a human body. Past that, well, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
They tell you to stand in a small sub-circle of the larger circle and take off your jacket and glasses. There are three sub-circles in total, you notice. The child you took is placed in another one, and a representative takes its spot in the remaining circle. The circle material begins to glow faintly.
Other representatives stand around the larger circle and chant quietly. You begin to really take notice of the runes written in and around the circle(s).
Suddenly, the chanting stops and the circle seems blindingly bright. In the corner of your eye you notice something happening the body of the child, but per the advice of the representatives, you keep from moving your head.
Suddenly, a searing heat and pain envelopes your scars. Not just the site of your amputation, or your bad eye- Everywhere you've ever been hurt and never fully healed. It takes all your willpower to stay still for even a few seconds.
You jerkily kneel down in pain within the circle as several areas of your body are violently torn open and knitted quickly back together. Through a blur you recognize the skeleton form of your left arm taking shape.
You almost lose consciousness, but the spirit within you keeps you awake for the next few minutes, as your new arm is, like the rest of your old injuries, violently torn apart and knitted back together (Several times), before sitting perfectly as before on your shoulder.
You take a few shaky breaths as the glow begins to fade.
You take a few minutes to attempt to stand up.
You absentmindedly register the clarity of your vision, despite your lack of glasses, as you watch the representatives clean and pack up. They're gone in what feels like minutes, but maybe it was an hour.
You're about to pick up your jacket, which now feels so old and ratty, when you see a silhouette in the doorway. A very familiar one.
You don't actually have to do anything. You already completed your part of the deal- An able-bodied child. Now you have to wait for them to set up the ritual.
You're gonna be here a while. You wish you had a signal.
You sit on the shoreline. Someone’s late, and it’s not you. And that someone was supposed to bring ships. Which you don’t see.
Typical.
You sit and skip rocks for almost half an hour before he shows up, looking all regal and mighty on the bigger ship. Fucking typical.
In fact, the whole sort-of-date goes exactly as you expect. You are simultaneously disgusted by him and impressed by his small fleet. It’ll do well for Mindfang’s little adventures with and against (Mostly against) him.
You are also slightly disgusted and very impressed with the pirate get-up he has available for you. You deem to store it away in the suitable quarters immediately.
It’s too bad Terezi isn’t into this sea-faring stuff, you think. You’d love to decimate her puny lawyer-ships once in while.
You find an old hoodie in your closet and don it. You are almost surprised it still fits, but then you remember you are pretty much a twig, so you aren't.
The walk (A run, really.) to town is quick, and in but a moment you're under the shitty street lamps. It's still pretty early, all considering, so the streets are populated with lost souls looking for something in the bottom of a glass, or a back room in a sleazy club. Or, ahem, something like that.
The phrase 'lost souls' reminds you to look into devouring souls.
Anyway, you go around looking for someone to rough up a little (a lot). You figure you'll deal out some vigilante justice, since if you're gonna beat someone up, they might as well deserve it, right??
But god, being surrounded by all these humans sure makes you hungry. Maybe you will dip in for a little snack, too...
Regardless, it seems you have a target! There's some asshole, spitting on puppies, or something. You aren't really paying attention. He just looks like a douchebag. Before you have time to care about thinking about it, you are already en route.
You tug on the back of his jacket with your living arm. He stumbles a bit with the force you always forget you have. He spins around, angry and confused. Before he can react to anything, your metallic fist has slammed into his cheek... It keeps going downhill from there. It is not long before, even in this crime-infested town, the police are called, and your victim's head is basically a bloody pulp.
All in all, tonight felt pretty successful. You're still hungry as all Hell, but you won't risk it, not tonight. You manage to slip away in the opposite direction of your home, and cleverly loop around to get back towards it, throwing any would-be searchers away from you, hopefully. It's a long route, but it gives you time to wipe some of the blood away.
