WIP Roxy-Condesce

Clack. Clack. Fwip. Clang. Clack. Clack. The sounds have almost become pleasant in their monotony. Not exactly but they're somewhat comforting. Though every once and a while you're taken from your cell. told to strip, carted off to the showers and then placed back into your cell, your cleaned clothes laying on the floor or bed. Sometimes there's a boring newspaper on top of them. This time, however, there's a note signed by the Condesce herself, obviously covered in her obnoxious glitter. Other than her signature and a lipstick kiss, all it says is "get ready for tonight girl 3P)."

Your name is Roxy Lalonde and you're scared shitless right now.

You toss the paper to the floor and quickly jump into bed, not even bothering with your clothes. You have to think of a way out of here. A quick glance to the window gives you no help since it's just as dark out as always. And sure you could try and break out through it but you'd have nowhere to go but down. You keep looking around the room, glaring at the transportalizer. If you had the proper tools, you could probably jury rig the thing's field to be larger so you could bust out of here. It would also help if the damn thing worked. You yell and toss your pillow at it, amazed when it actually gets sendificated.

This is it. This is your chance. You scamper off the and rush to the transportalizer, slipping your clothes on before you get to it. Like hell you'll wander around Derse in the nude. While you put on your dress, a few suspicious objects fall from it and clatter to the floor along with a small note. What is with these people and notes? You crumple it up and chuck it at the wall, watching it bounce off and get sent as well. A quick glance down to whatever fell makes you grin in excitement. Seems someone wants you to get out before you meet the Empress.

You had no problem doing this while you were drunk so this shouldn't take more than a few minutes. Time to get to work then! You screw off the top chasis and... Are you fucking kidding. There's another goddamned note. You grumble and toss it away, getting to work on this thing already. Move this here, splice a few wires there and a little percussive maintenance should do the trick. The air around the transportalizer fizzles and crackles which means it should be working. Without a second thought you jump in, getting sent to who knows where.

It's surprisingly warm wherever it is. Warm and damp. You're probably in a sewer right now. Kind of disgusting but you'll worry about that once you get out of here. Now to find maintenance access or a ladder or something. You careful step around, surveying the walls and ceiling for anything that looks lick a handle or a button. Hell you might not even notice any considering everything's the same dull purple. Would it have killed anyone to install lights down here? Actually it probably would have killed someone.

Finally you find a door and cautiously open it, slipping behind the frame and shutting it. Have to be careful; you're sure someone might find you now. You tiptoe around the surprisingly large room, looking for another way out. Yeah this is bigger than you think it should be but then again you have zero knowledge on sewers. It's not like you ever expected to be crawling through one! You internally sigh, feeling around in the dark for anything. Your finger brushes up against a switch on the wall. Yes! Finally some light. You flip the switch and look around, pressing your back to the wall and staring.

Right in front of you is a bed. A large bed. A large bed with a certain Batterwitch on it. She turns a bit and groans as the light hits her face, slowly sitting up and looking at you. "Hey, gill. 'Sup. Water ya doin' here so early. I ain't efin ready for ya yet." She yawns out, throwing the blankets back over herself. Was this really the terrifying Batterwitch you'd fear would find you when you were younger? She's far more laid back than you would have guessed. Your thoughts are interrupted when she speaks again. "Whale maybe you could just stay here an' wait. Just give me like five moray minutes."

Okay seriously? You were scared of HER? It shouldn't be too hard to just beat her with your fists! So you try just that. You lunge at the bed with your fists raised, ready to punch her in her stupid, gilled face. The contact never comes, your body stopping in midair. You start to slowly float towards the bed, a strange red and blue glow around your body, and get plopped onto it. Well shit this isn't going to go well. You curse internally as you get pulled up closer to the Empress, her moving an arm to let you lay down in front of her. Her hand goes around your throat just as you get dropped, her nails digging into your skin.

"Don't efin think of tryin' nofin." She says, pulling you closer to her. You feel something large press against your ass and you gulp, starting to sweat in dread. She dozes off to sleep again leaving you to just lay there. At least her bed's comfy. And warm. And soft. You could probably just go to sleep right now. Damn it why are you thinking of sleep. You've got to get out of her grip somehow. You fruitlessly struggle against her hand, her grip too strong to break in this position. Your eyes feel heavy and start to close, a slight twinge in your mind pushing you over into slumber. The Condesce grins in her sleep as you finally drift off to sleep.

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You wake with a start, your head pounding like crazy and a cold sweat covering your body. It's almost as bad as the hang over you had the day after you quit drinking.