RaRaDaB. Chapter 4.

Chapter 4: Round is the room in which the Hydrangea 8looms!!!!!!!!


Vriska was bored. It wasn't really much of a surprise as it wasn't an unusual emotion for her - everyone was being so booooooooring  and laaaaaaaame!

She pushed her chair back and searched her floor for an unbroken magic 8-ball. It took her only a few questions before she was already contemplating whether to smash it right there on the spot in frustration.  She decided on one more question.

"Is today going to 8e 8oring and ordinary?"
She asked, expecting a stupid answer, but to her surprise that is not what she got.

The glass viewing port showed nothing she had seen before. Instead of the useless answers like 'Mabye', 'That depends' or anything of such nature, the words that appeared were unexpected and unique.

' ... hehe, not at all~ >;D'

Wait what?!  What did that mean?

Vriska didn't have much time to contemplate the answer on the 8-ball as not long after, her vision started to fade to a blinding white. She blocked the light with her arm and closed her eyes tightly, but the it was so intense the horrible whiteness was still visible, even through her eyelid.

As quickly as it had appeared, the light vanished. The Scorpio cautiously opened her eyes to find se was no longer with her 8-ball, and her surroundings had changed drastically.

She was now in a small room with no doors or windows, the walls covered in mirrors.  8 mirrors to be precise.

Looking around frantically, Vriska could only see her eye staring back at her, painted with the same expression. Staggering up to one of the walls, she placed both hands to it, suddenly noticing the unfamiliar, thick blue bracelet jingling around on her right wrist.

Ew.  
That wasn't her style.

She grabbed the bracelet firmly with her robotic arm and attempted to pull it off... to no avail. Even with the strength of the arm, there was no pulling the bracelet off.

Without realising, she found that her heart rate had picked up quite considerably.  For reasons unknown to herself, she was feeling quite intimidated by the many Vriskas reflecting back at her.

Even though she knew they were only... well... her, something felt off, as if her reflections were mocking her. She starting hearing a laugh, a cocky, familiar laugh of a woman.  And, as much as she demanded, pleaded and begged, the laugh wouldn't stop. In fact it only got louder and more obnoxious.

In a flash of frustration, Vriska's fist pulled back before plummeting at one of the mirrored walls with great force, cracking into the once smooth surface. Distorting the image, it reflected into something almost unrecognisable.  

The laugh stopped as her robo fist hit the mirror. Vriska laughed in triumph, but to her horror, she realised that it was the same laugh which had just frustrated her so.  The mocking, obnoxious laugh was the same which had just resonated from her very own lips.

This only made her mood worse.

She slammed her fist into the mirror again, and again, and again. Punching and kicking every mirror in the room until she couldn't anymore.

Once she had exhausted herself, she realised the mirrors didn't look much like mirrors anymore, but sharp, rough surfaces, coated with cracks.  Strangely though, not one single shard fell onto the floor. They all stayed perfectly in place as though reluctant to leave one another...

...That is until one single, tiny, shard fell out of the wall and onto the floor.

There was silence for a good few minutes.  Vriska calmed down and sat in the middle of the room. She had no idea where she was, and no idea how she could escape. She studied the minuscule hole in the wall, trying to come up with some sort of plan.

When suddenly, an abrupt beam of light flooded the room from the hole and hit a shard opposite, this shard reflected the light, causing it to bounce in a different direction and hit another shard, then another, then another.  This continued until the room was filled with thin beams of light, ignoring the mass and seemed to go right through Vriska to meet with the next wall to bounce off of.  The rays felt sort of like lasers on her skin as she coward down more to the floor.

She looked up for a second, looking for any sort of sign that the radiance may end like the last one had upon her arrival, yet instead she was met with the perfect alignment of illuminated shafts forming what appeared to be... instructions.

"Hydrangea, pick away at the unstable wall."

The words almost spoke to her as they shone in her eyes, causing them to water with her Cerulean tears.

As per usual Vriska decided she would waste no time.  She picked herself up and immediately set about trying to dig her fingernails into the cracks in the walls, but she couldn't flick a single shard out it.  Any of them.

The sharp shards pricked holes into her fingers as she attempted her escape, causing her blue blood to trickle down her hands and into the cracks of the shattered-mirror-walls.  She darted around the room, searching for the one hole in the wall in which she could dig her nails into, the room seemed to heat up with the intensity of its brightness, acting as a timer on the girl's quest.

After nearly searching all 8 walls of the octagon shaped room, she lifted her hand slightly, causing the hole room to go black as she blocked the source of its light.

She had found it at last.

She pulled and picked away at the hole, causing more and more tiny shards to fall to her feet.  She soon came to realise that the walls of the room weren't covered by mirrors, but were the mirrors themselves.

She continued undeterred until, finally, she had made a space big enough for her to squeeze through.

The hole led to a dark hallway - no lights were visible except from a dimly lit room at the end of the tunnel.  Striding over to check it out, she felt herself quickly re-gaining her usual confident persona.

On getting to the room, she noticed there wasn't really much to see. Just four plain walls, a plain ceiling and a plain floor.  In comparison to her mirror-room she would definitely describe it as booooooooring.  The only piece of furniture was a grey, dull table, and on closer inspection, she found that it wasn't empty.  On it, like a sweet little fairy princess, lay a very peacefully sleeping boy.  He rested on his back with his hands intertwined upon his stomach.  Two orangey-yellow horns stuck out from the side of his head and his jet black mohican in-between and fallen back, out of his face. A red bracelet clasped gently onto his thin left wrist.

"Oh, look who it is!!!!!!!!"  Vriska cried, more than delighted, "Time to wake up Princess ToreaDum8ass!!!!!!!! >:::: D"