steph
You're in tatters. You and your gown are in fragments, shredded, and dragged through the dirt. Don't worry though, it builds character. You're all the better for it. Oh, does it hurt? Is it painful? Suck it up, princess. There's no prince for you, not with a gown like that. He's in another castle, rescuing another damsel in distress. You're on your own. But I'm guessing that, from the state of your gown, you'll be okay. Go rescue yourself.
Pick up your hang. Grab the next handhold. Use your legs. Step up. Release your hand. Grab the next handhold. Don't look down. Don't let go. Keep going. Climb up. He slowly ascends the face of ice. The icicles are the only witnesses to his journey tot he summit.
It's on the back of the lock. You wouldn't be able to remember it otherwise, the scatter brain that you are. You were smart, though; you wrote the number in a code. Let's hope you don't for get how to read it, now. But it's there to help, any time you forget.
Location, location. It all depends on where you are. I mean, how you see things from where you are. Point of view. Oh, that's the word, perspective. What can you see? What's your opinion? Where do you stand? Wonderful. Now, stand in my place, and tell me what you see.
Type, type, type. How many words a minute? How many words a day? Oh, and don't forget the filing. Get this all done; you've got to finish before they give you more. They'll give you more to do as soon as you're finished.
It's so smooth against your skin; it must make up the clothes of the gods. It, at least, has to be the mortal material closest to godly clothing. It makes you feel so rich with power. So, so rich, and powerful. So much you could just die. (As close to the gods as it is, you'll still die)
You've got to get there. Keep the cargo with you. It's precious - the whole mission depends on you. Don't mess this one up. Whatever you do, don't mess this one up. You're important to us, believe me. Once you get here, we'll have to deal with you. You know so much - too much. We need the cargo, and without it, we can't proceed. But we don't need you. It's for the greater good, really. You won't have died in vain. Even, in the end, if you were just transport.
And we're running, running - there's the end just a little ahead of us! We're almost there! (I won't tell you that I know what happens next. It takes all the fun out of it.) And only a little more, run faster, faster, faster! And there, the end! And there, the end! And there, the end! It's started. We have to run. And we're running, running -
You deserve it. Now dust off what's left of your honour,and take what you deserve. It's gonna hurt - but that's not my problem. You knew this was coming. You didn't? Well, you should have thought of it before, before you-
You could stretch me. I'll do all I can to hold things together, to make things meet. I'll do it all for you. Just don't stretch me too far, or I'll snap.
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