CHARACTERS: Jane, Dirk
WORD COUNT: 5674
ADDITIONAL TAGS: written before [S] Jane: Enter, post-game, species swap
SUMMARY: The game ends and they expect to wake up back in 2011, the troll occupation a thing that never happened. Instead it’s 2424 and there’s not a single human still alive on Earth. Including them.
EXCERPT: Dirk stands there straight as a ramrod, his sword in one hand and the rocket board held under his other arm. Jane doesn’t need more than a glance to see how high-strung he is, paranoid and glancing over his shoulder once at the floating red skeletons of sentry drones slowly traversing the horizon. He’s drenched from head to toe. One of Roxy’s pink scarves is looped close around his neck. And he’s grey. His skin soft and ashy and nearly the same alien color as Jane’s own.
Trolls. They’re both trolls. She can barely wrap her head around it, and it’s been nearly three days already.
rec’d by blotthis, tarponastick
1-2 favorite pre and post scratch kids
in which dirk is nervous cause wow HIS BRO’S WATCHING HIM MAKE JUNK
and the twisty doodad goes into the inverse twisty doodad, and this wire thingy hooks up to this other wire thingy but not that wire thingy, cause then it obviously wouldn’t work, and you cannot forget the computer chippy whatchamacallits, those are absolutely fucking crucial, duh
#what if dsprite punches dirk right in the jaw all ‘THAT’S FOR DYING IN FRONT OF ME YOU ASSMAGNET’ #dave is just there on the sidelines staring at his orange vidgame ghost self beat up his kid dadbro #like ‘hey rose’ #’wouldja do me a solid and just’ #’hit me with one of your giant fanfic diaries’ #’just enough to knock me out for a spell no need to go overboard or anything’ #’Not a chance in paradox space darling. Your face is just too priceless to lose.’ #’i loathe you and everything you stand for’