♎ S33R: S33K TH3 TRUTH
[It's finally time.
She'd told Karkat that she would warn him beforehand, but she hadn't made it a promise, carefully sidestepping any real commitment to the notion. It's for his own good, she thinks; she doesn't want him getting hurt. Better for him to find out later. She knows it'll make him angry that she defied her word. She knows he'll be furious with her for putting herself in danger, but Terezi's not as scared of the risk of getting herself hurt as she is of getting him hurt, too. She's not even doing this for herself any more- not at all. It had started off like a game, a dance that she and the Doctor had engaged in, one that she had to hurry to keep in step with. Making him angry again had become a goal to her, an abject desire, a need to get the upper hand and manipulate the manipulator. She's studied and studied and studied Scratch and she knows that this is really the only way to get him to crack. She'd done it before, after all.
Stealing the cueball had been easy. His reaction to the thievery should have been satisfying enough- the deep rage simmering beneath his surface, the implied threats, the barely-checked calm. In a way, it had been satisfying, but then Terezi realized that somewhere along the line, it had stopped being a game to her.
Perhaps it is the skill of a Seer, or just natural intuition, but Terezi just knows there's something else to it. Something he's keeping from them all. A lot of things, maybe.
So she sits in her perfectly empty house- not even the drones are home today- and puts the cueball in her lap. She runs her fingers over its flawless white surface. It has no scent, strangely enough- perhaps that is locked away, just like its answers.
It always tells the truth, after all. Vriska's little secret. One that needs the right gaze to unlock. An eightfold stare...
Or the blind eyes of a Seer.
And now it's finally time to ask. She's contemplated the questions she wants answers to for a while. She doesn't know how many she'll get a chance to ask it. She knows it won't be long. The blank spot surrounding the cueball would only last while it remained dormant from the Doctor's sight. She'd ensured that the house was empty. She'd skipped school. She'd gone over again and again the things she wanted to find out. And now... Terezi finally ventures a question. It's a harmless one. Just to commit herself to it.
No turning back.
She asks the question she already knows the answer to.]
Is Scratch hiding something?
[And then she looks into the cueball, really looks into it- not with her eyes, but with her mind, every last synapse on fire. Terezi, blind as she is, sees. She sees the answer imprinted on her consciousness, clear as anything she'd been able to view when she was still sighted.]
[ooc; suckers did the lovely mind symbol edit- i just added the text and made it a gif!]
She'd told Karkat that she would warn him beforehand, but she hadn't made it a promise, carefully sidestepping any real commitment to the notion. It's for his own good, she thinks; she doesn't want him getting hurt. Better for him to find out later. She knows it'll make him angry that she defied her word. She knows he'll be furious with her for putting herself in danger, but Terezi's not as scared of the risk of getting herself hurt as she is of getting him hurt, too. She's not even doing this for herself any more- not at all. It had started off like a game, a dance that she and the Doctor had engaged in, one that she had to hurry to keep in step with. Making him angry again had become a goal to her, an abject desire, a need to get the upper hand and manipulate the manipulator. She's studied and studied and studied Scratch and she knows that this is really the only way to get him to crack. She'd done it before, after all.
Stealing the cueball had been easy. His reaction to the thievery should have been satisfying enough- the deep rage simmering beneath his surface, the implied threats, the barely-checked calm. In a way, it had been satisfying, but then Terezi realized that somewhere along the line, it had stopped being a game to her.
Perhaps it is the skill of a Seer, or just natural intuition, but Terezi just knows there's something else to it. Something he's keeping from them all. A lot of things, maybe.
So she sits in her perfectly empty house- not even the drones are home today- and puts the cueball in her lap. She runs her fingers over its flawless white surface. It has no scent, strangely enough- perhaps that is locked away, just like its answers.
It always tells the truth, after all. Vriska's little secret. One that needs the right gaze to unlock. An eightfold stare...
Or the blind eyes of a Seer.
And now it's finally time to ask. She's contemplated the questions she wants answers to for a while. She doesn't know how many she'll get a chance to ask it. She knows it won't be long. The blank spot surrounding the cueball would only last while it remained dormant from the Doctor's sight. She'd ensured that the house was empty. She'd skipped school. She'd gone over again and again the things she wanted to find out. And now... Terezi finally ventures a question. It's a harmless one. Just to commit herself to it.
No turning back.
She asks the question she already knows the answer to.]
Is Scratch hiding something?
[And then she looks into the cueball, really looks into it- not with her eyes, but with her mind, every last synapse on fire. Terezi, blind as she is, sees. She sees the answer imprinted on her consciousness, clear as anything she'd been able to view when she was still sighted.]
[ooc; suckers did the lovely mind symbol edit- i just added the text and made it a gif!]