Chapter 4

Along the sides of busy streets and dull, gray hives there stood an inn. It was a small three-story building, but was huge compared to the surrounding hives. The building itself looked worn and dusty, and in all truth it wasn't too much better on the inside. However, the building had been there for just about two sweeps. It was owned and run by a indigo-blooded troll and his "matesprit ( who, in reality, was in the relationship for money more than love). There they lived along with two young trolls, a small olive blood and a teal-blooded troll. Both trolls were wonderful, but the olive blood was obviously favored by the owners.

The teal blood looked out one of the windows of the inn. She sang softly to herself.

"TH3R3 1S 4 C4STL3 ON 4 CLOUD. 1 L1K3 TO GO TH3R3 WH3N 1 SL33P. 4R3N'T 4NY FLOORS FOR M3 TO SW33P, NOT IN MY C4STL3 ON 4 CLOUD. TH3R3 1S A TROLL 4LL 1N WH1TE, SH3 HOLDS M3 4ND S1NGS 4 L4L4BY. SH3'S N1C3 TO M3 4ND SH3'S SOFT TO TOUCH, SH3 S4YS "T3R3Z1, 1 LOV3 YOU V3RY MUCH". 1 KNOW 4 PLAC3 WH3R3 NO ON3S LOST, 1 KNOW 4 PL4C3 WH3R3 NO ON3 CR13S, CRY1NG 4T 4LL 1S NOT 4LLOW3D. NOT IN MY C4STL3 ON 4 CLOUD."

The suns were beginning to set, the inn would soon be bustling with customers. The mistress owning the inn walked up to one of the young girls. The mistress was tall and "average", she wore nice dark blue clothes, but always seemed to have a sour expression on her face. If there was one word to describe her it would undoubtably be 8itch.

"Terezi, just what do you think you're doing?"

The girl wore old, raged clothes with small patches of teal of them. She held a broom in her tiny hand and gasped as she heard the voice. Her eyes were hidden by slightly cracked red glasses as she looked in the direction the voice came from. She was blinded at an age, but still managed to find her way around places.

"SORRY M1SS VR1SK4, 1M JUST D4Z3D OFF TH3R3 FOR 4 S3COND, BUT 1LL G3T R1GHT B4CK TO WORK.

Vriska's sour expression turned into an evil smirk.

"Oh of coooooooourse you will. Here!" she said handing the blind troll a small pail, "Go get some water, and hurry up you'd 8etter not 8e l8."

Terezi left silently, and the other young troll watched from a distance. Terezi wanted to cry. There could have hardly been a task as demeaning as this. To only make matters worse, it was freezing cold outside and it was beginning to snow.

Meanwhile at the inn, Vriska sent the small olive blood Nepeta away to a corner of the room where she wouldn't bother the guests. It was almost time for the guests to beginning flooding in. Vriska walked up a steep staircase and banged her sleeping "matesprit" on his head. He smelled of too much Faygo and looked like a prince who had been tossed to the streets to fend for himself, which in a way he was. Barley any trolls with his blood ending up of the grimy street like him.

"OuCh," he exclaimed.

"Gamzee. Wakey wakey," Vriska said sharply," It's "opening" time."

Author's notes: Sorry for the short chapter. I'll try to update soon and finish Act 1.