009.
// Welcome to Hell's Station! Everybody hates you.//
Outsider's driving is much less dangerous then Anon's, but Liria is also pretty sure it's since Outsider is a nice person who doesn't enjoy giving passengers heart attacks like throwing candy to children during Hallows Eve.
The ride was smooth, and it was comfortable, listening to the rest of the group console a pissed off Three as the humid wind blew through their hair. That, or Liria's heart is still going a thousand miles per an hour. They really, really should know better then to antagonize Three, but it's a habit at this point.
After the bridge, Liria ended up dropping out the newly created game of Concentration but with five seconds, not ten, mainly due to their biological impulse demanding them to drop dead from the stress of running something over then the visiting most metal toll bridge in the world.
Not only that, but the combined stress of the "Gas Station from Hell" and the smooth driving caused Liria to slip, and before they know it, they simply...
Drifted.
Liria dreamed of being chased by molding cucumbers screaming at them to carve eyes into their stalks, except when Liria actually did, waves on waves of pinto beans fell out of its cuts, spilling green photosynthesizing fluid onto the floor. Above them, destruction and fire rained as the streets become washed in blood, staining the carpets red as Liria is suddenly back in a tiny room, a green maw reaching out of the toll box, blood and chunks of intestine dribbling down her face.
Then a gummy fox swam by, missing it's lower half, and Liria fantasized if it's cherry or strawberry flavored.
"Don't eat me!" the gummy cried out.
Liria narrowed their eyes. "Why not?" they asked, ignoring the glint of dark blue eyes or a bloody boot or even two wings, one dark blue and the other a glinting violet lost in the spray of viscera.
"BECAUSE YOUR PREY. AND PREY SHOULDN'T EAT OTHER PREY-" It screamed.
"Uh," Liria confusedly replied,"why in the world do you think I'm Prey?"
And then they consumed the fox with their nostrils before it could answer.
Victory tasted like beans.
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So all in all, Liria is perfectly relieved when they felt somebody gently shake their shoulder, blinking sleepily as the not so lucid comfortable doze faded. The golden light has faded, and they can feel their shoulders protesting as they groaned, looking away from the light to rest their crusty eyelids as they decided they are never sleeping with the sun in their face ever again.
Also, ow. Liria can recognize the signs of a possible migraine and the strange rumbling chatter in the background is doing nothing to help.
All thoughts fled when they got jabbed in the stomach with a bony knee.
"...WuAGH??" Liria screeched, flipping over like a dying fish, seat belt cutting off their air tube half way, leaving them tangled and very, very confused as the bruises chafed against their chest painfully. Looking up, they see lilac hair and a familiar smug smirk.
YOU ARE READING
Glitched.
Fanfiction(AKA: I wrote over 60,000 words on a weak noodle man trying to survive not getting skewered by magic zombies. ) Sometimes, you are very small when faced against the world. Liria knows this- knows the smell of copper and rot intimately with the flic...
