User:Princewave/Icebox



I will learn how to use a charger, even if it takes several months to do so. People will fear my inevitable BlueK...









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 Vectrism and the Ticket to Nowhere



Preface Yes, for a few of you, this was the long-awaited fanfiction from yours truly. I think that since I have a lot more spare time to myself as of typing this, I'm much more capable of producing something relatively lasting (I hope). This entire thing used to be an image gallery in concept, but after the first sentence, I just couldn't stop my stream of consciousness from going on and on due to me having a lot on my mind at that time. According to my parents, I have inherited my dad's ability to fabricate entire characters and storylines almost instantaneously, usually with a wacky, out-of-context spin to them. So, what you will be reading is basically a combination of random memories, desires, and moody thoughts that have been meticulously organized into a somewhat readable plot. (I'm working on the overall polish though...) No, the title "Vectrism" isn't a disgusting ship name of the two main characters, but I y'know, just kind of thought it sounded cool. (Those feelings are allowed, right? /s) Also, if you don't like emo cephalopods, then that's not my problem; If you have a spare lifetime, then you ought to check out P.J. GT's sandbox instead.

Chapter 1 Text is supposed to go here, but I'm not entirely sure what to say. One thing I know for sure is that it's now safe to turn off your computer, stick it in the freezer, and wait patiently until something happens. If it explodes, then that's fantastic. Now your parents will be too busy finding replacement freezers to assign you homework. If they ask you to pay for a new one, give 'em the L and bolt out of that prison. Who needs a replacement freezer when their glare is cold enough to paralyze? Make a run for it, steal their car if you know how to drive, and find a solitary gas station in the Appalachian Mountains somewhere. Hopefully you snagged some cash as well, 'cuz you'll need to pick up a snack or two, and a vape if you're lucky. Now that that's all over with, it's time to play the waiting game. Set up camp somewhere where no creepy middle-aged dudes can find you and slink around 'till dusk when the kayaking facility closes for the day. Yes, you heard me right, you're about to face the rapids, as you previously saw a poster on the gas station window hinting at a secret gold-filled shoreline at the end of the river, perfect for panning. It also spoke of amethysts being found there, but you knew better, as that book you received last Christmas (I believe it was called "Guide to Minerals and Gems of the USA" or something) stated that only low-grade gemstones were ever found here.

As you make your way to the facility (the employees would've thought it quite weird to see a teenage cephalopod like you pacing around in the parking lot there for hours on end), you pick up a large rock to throw at one of the windows since the doors are locked at night. This stone is particularly heavy, and you doubt that your dinky little Inkling girl hands could do much of anything, especially since you're understandably tired after all this traveling. Eventually you decide to conk out for the night outside the kayaking facility and try again tomorrow. Before you take a step however, you notice just how perfectly silent everything is at the moment. The soft blanket of snow and winter chills really make all the animals shut up, huh? Still pondering this, you're startled by rustling sounds coming from the left side of the building. The warm, bright streetlights cast cold reflections on your ice-blue hair as you cautiously make your way to the source of the noise. Make no mistake, that rustling is certainly originating from the dumpster in front of you. I mean... It's probably a vulture or a bottom-feeder that probably got stuck, right? you thought as you peered around, taking a few steps closer in the process. Ultimately, you decided to open the heavy, cast iron lid and let the hypothetical animal free. As you grasped the handle of it, jolted by how cold it was, you pondered why you even got into this situation in the first place. Was running away to the mountains and committing crime after crime over a broken freezer really the right way to go? ''What am I even trying to accomplish here? Panning for gold? I...I just want to see my parents again. I just w-want to say I'm sorry, even if they don't forgive me...I'd do anything just to take a warm shower and escape this sub-zero nightmare I placed myself in...'' Still grasping that handle, you realize that there's no going back. Just let this stupid animal free and head for home tomorrow. It's really that simple.

You muster up all your strength and toss open the lid, and what you saw sent shivers down your spine. This wasn't any kind of bird or bottom-feeder, but an Octoling boy who looked to be about your age, curled up and fast asleep next to an open bag of trash. (I would elaborate more, but it would take forever, and as this Inkling girl's consciousness, that would simply be easier to talk about in the third person, so why don't I do that?)

With the cold finally getting to her, the girl stood petrified, gazing at the unexpected stranger in front of her. Feeling the rush of chilled air, the Octoling shivered before narrowly opening his eyes, only to see a wide-eyed Inkling looking at him from above. Both of them were understandably startled, and the boy jolted upright and pressed his back to the inside wall of the dumpster, with eyes just as glazed as the girl now. They both stared at each other for about a minute or so until the boy broke the silence by saying, "Uh...p-pardon? ". The Inkling blushed intensely as she replied, "Oh, s-sorry about that! I'll...um...leave now if that's-" "It's fine! No, really!" The Octoling interrupted as he took the awkward pause in-between to observe the girl. "My name's Vectra, and yes, I know it is not an everyday occurrence finding a person of such high class as myself in this...predicament." He wasn't wrong, for that matter, as one look at his luxury motorcycle jacket and meticulously hand-knit scarf said it all. "Well, I would've thought it quite strange regardless of your financial status. By the way, I'm Prism, an individual who is probably just as lost as you right now." The girl answered. "Prism, huh? That's a pretty name. I bet your parents probably named you after your eyes. They have a curious segmented twinkle, kind of like a faceted indicolite or something." "Look, now's not a good time to flirt with me, weirdo. How in the world did you get here anyway?" Vectra scowled as he side-eyed the ground before replying, "About two weeks ago, my family took me on a vacation to Atlanta, mainly to see the Georgia Aquarium, since it's the largest indoor one in the world. Once we got there, I saw a strange, indigo beluga whale desperately trying to hand out slips of paper to tourists. He looked to be an employee there, from what I can recall, but he had a very suspicious white fedora on which really gave me the creeps. I stared at him for too long though, as I had completely lost my family by that point. In desperation, I ran to the beluga and pleaded him to help me reunite with them. He said his name was Devast A. Shunn and that he would assist me soon enough. I felt Devast slip one of those pieces of paper down my back pocket, which caused my stranger-danger senses to activate as I bolted out the building." It was at this point in the story that Prism was literally inside the dumpster with Vectra and listening intently before remarking, "I mean, with a stupidly obvious name like that, you should've ran earlier." "Oh hush, I will admit I was rather naive during that time..." Vectra said shyly. It was clear he liked the attention. ''I...I like her voice...so cute. I just wanna talk to her...be around her...ahhhh... "Um...You okay dude? You look just a little bit'' high right now not gonna lie." Prism said as Vectra snapped back to reality before responding, "Oh nothing! It's just I thought of some...extra-curricular activities I want to uh...invest more time in. " "Pffft...Nice try bucko. On with the story now. We both need to get at least some form of sleep tonight." Prism replied.

"So, as I was saying-" continued Vectra, "I ran out of the aquarium, and through what I thought was the exit while Devast started chasing me down, saying something like, 'WAIT UP LITTLE FRIEND!! YOU FORGOT TO PLAY A GAME WITH ME BEHIND THE BUILDIIINNNGGG!!' As you can imagine, I was terrified beyond belief, as my mom told me stories about what happened to kids when they get taken advantage of by these people." "That's horrific..! Of course, since you're here right now, you must've escaped, right? Did your mom, you know...go in depth on what happens to the victims?" Prism questioned, now laser-focused on the topic at hand. "N-No, not super in-depth...She just told me that they never see their family again and stuff, but the news...y'know...likes to elaborate on that more." "Oh, I see..." There was a great deal of tension between them now as their faces were both intensely flushed. "A-Anyway-" Vectra resumed after the awkward pause, "I jumped into the back of a commercial truck and shut the rear door so Devast couldn't snatch me. I vividly remember him screaming some very colorful language as he tried to bust open the door. Luckily, I assume the truck driver was nearby, as I could hear muffled police car sirens all around me shortly after, and that, Prism, is precisely when I passed out." "Ah, too much action and trauma for your mind to handle? Yeah, I've been there before. Us introverts have it hard." Prism remarked. "Haha...Yeah. Once I woke up, I was at a rest stop, presumably in the mountain range where we are now. The truck driver was nowhere to be seen, and I spent the next few days wandering around those twisty roads until I came across the kayaking facility, and I've been sulking around here ever since."

"So that's how you you got here..." Prism said as she reared back a little bit, observing the sullen facial cues of Vectra. "Say, do you still have that piece of paper in your pocket? What is it?" she asked. "Oh, this?" Vectra pulled out a heavily-creased sheet of holographic paper and flipped it in front of him. "This...This is the one thing from that event that perplexes me to this day: a ticket to Nowhere."

'Further development of this story will most likely be on my website where I have a bit more privacy. Thank you for your understanding.'

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