The Ride Never Ends

Rapunzel stared at the computer from her bed.

After her breakdown with Eugene, the monitor was like some kind of alien lizard just glaring back at her in her room.

It was hard enough to reconcile the fact that Elsa was harboring feelings for her sister. Now Rapunzel was being infected with weird incest fantasies about her cousins as well. She wondered if that just meant she was impressionable or if she really was more machine than man. Woman. Whatever. The point was that the computer was a portal to evil places that warped her mind, and she was dying for just a taste of it.

Talking to Elsa didn't help much. The older girl was apparently dealing with another bout of paralyzing depression and self-loathing, and as much as Rapunzel hated the way she was feeling at the moment, she knew that going to Elsa for advice about incest was a terrible idea.

Anna was in a similar spot too. While Rapunzel lamented the newly realized shallowness of their relationship, she still liked hanging around her cousin. If she didn't think about how vapid and hollow their normalfag activities were, shopping and gossip was actually enjoyable. But now a cloud hung over Anna as well, and Rapunzel sometimes couldn't tell the difference between the two sisters with the way they both acted.

And Eugene? Well, Eugene probably needed some breathing room right now. Rapunzel knew nothing would keep the two of them apart for very long, but she completely understood her boyfriend's need to disappear for a while. She really did need to sort things through, after all.

So that left Rapunzel alone.

With her computer.

The computer that lead to the internet.

The wonderful, wonderful internet, filled with her online friends, funny videos, and media that went on forever.

The terrible, terrible internet, filled with trolls and robots, feels threads, and faggotry.

Rapunzel looked around the room, trying to find something else that might have occupied her attention.

Chess? No, Pascal needed to stay in the terrarium away from the cold.

Pottery? All her clay was out in the shed, frozen into blocks.

Practice the guitar? She broke the strings strumming too hard on open-mic at The Snuggly Duckling.

Knitting? She was already doing that. Knit one, purl two. Nervous, nervous fingers.

Paper mache? Too cold again.

Cooking? Maybe baking? She didn't have much of an appetite.

Sew a dress? Too dangerous. All her favorite patterns were on Pinterest.

Candle Making? She didn't have enough wax. She never had enough wax.

Ballet? She didn't need to make a racket upstairs. Her parents would worry about her having a relapse. Maybe they should have been.

Stretch? Take a climb? That would be more idiotic than the ballet idea.

Sketching? Painting? She was afraid of what she might make considering where her mind wandered to nowadays.

Ventriloquy? No, Pascal said that she shouldn't be playing with pretend friends.

Read a book? Rapunzel looked at the textbooks around her room. Geometry. Botany. Astronomy. Geology. Wow, those were just depressing, and they reminded her of how much of a nerd she was.

Brush her hair? Hah.

Finally, Rapunzel spied a little Velcro dart ball set hidden underneath her dresser.

“It couldn't hurt, right Pascal?” Rapunzel whispered to her chameleon. Her chameleon just went on doing what it was doing.

Rapunzel crawled out of bed and pulled the little dart set out. It still had all its parts. It wasn't the best of distractions, to be sure, but at least she finally had one. She smiled and hung the target mat up on the wall.

She held one of the Velcro balls in her hand, setting the rest on to her bed. She wound up and pitched the ball as hard as she could. The fuzzy target mat couldn't handle the force and the ball ricocheted off and hurtled towards Rapunzel.

“Eep!” she cried, ducking just in time, but wincing as she heard the sound of falling objects behind her.

Rapunzel grimaced, dreading what she would find when she turned around. She didn't have many breakables in her room, but if Pascal's tank broke or if one of her ceramics shattered, she found herself recalling why she didn't play with the dart game anymore.

But Rapunzel was about to find out exactly how bad of an idea the dart ball was.

It stared at her. Silent. Monolithic. Yellow.

Rapunzel's eyes grew wide as she found herself caught in the familiar, warm glow.

The familiar clover symbol. The table of boards. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the ball rolling to a stop next to her overturned mouse, but she was already lost.

In a daze, she took a few faltering steps towards the computer. She tossed the ball over her shoulder and righted her mouse.

A tiny voice inside her head wailed feebly for her to stop. For her to just turn away. Eugene was only a phone call away. Anna wasn't that depressing, she could still go out for a movie or something. Even minimizing the screen to play WoW would be a terrible compromise! Anything but this!

But it was already too late.

Her eyes were drawn to the popular threads tab.

She had a feeling that it was there.

It was just an inkling, a small call of intuition.

But she already knew what she was in store for as soon as she saw the familiar three characters so neatly spelling her doom.

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Rapunzel never had a chance.

A crooked smile crept up on her face as she basked in the warm glow of her old home. It was a different board, but the words were still the same. The feels were still there. She shifted and sat on her crossed legs. She could feel herself getting cozier and cozier by the second. Her fingers were glued to the scroll wheel and the refresh key. Her mind was nothing but static and greentext.




Somewhere, far away, a baby was crying in a hospital.

A three legged dog ran around deserted Chernobyl.

Someone was winning another episode of Iron Chef.

A new piece of legislature banned the overfishing of certain types of tuna and bycatch.

And in her little corner of the world, Rapunzel had found a wincest thread...