All of your life, you’ve been on the quiet side. Always the follower, never the leader. You never minded being an abstract follower, and ever since kindergarten, you had dedicated yourself to following one particular person; Terezi Pyrope, the teal-blooded maniac that made your heart beat faster than a speeding racecar. You would follow her around any and every day, not that you had a choice at all.
Your current location was the fair. School had just ended and Terezi had dragged you to the fairgrounds, ready to experience what you, as a human, called ‘thrill.’ You had prepared yourself for the best, and also the worst. Considering the fact that Terezi had never experienced a human celebration as full-fledged as the county fair, but you would hopefully show her a good time - or the other way around, considering how hard she was yanking you along.
“C’mon, [Name],” She yelled back at you, “I’ve got to ride all of these rides. I am just aching for all of these human ‘thrills’, whatever those are.”
You hadn’t exactly been paying attention to where she’d been dragging you, but once you looked in the direction, your stomach dropped. She seemed to be heading towards the drop tower, a fear so big in your mind it was unimaginable that you could even so much as glance at it. Maybe we’re just passing through… you thought hastily, maybe we’ll be riding something more calm, like the Tilt-a-Whirl. Yeah, the Tilt-a-Whirl.
Terezi stopped in front of the giant, menacing tower. “I can taste the thrill here. We have got to ride this!”
Your eyes went wide. “U-Uh, can’t we ride something more-”
“[Name], you are riding this with me,” Terezi interrupted, “no objections, little missy.” Your cheeks turned pink as you grabbed the troll girl’s wrist and carefully led her into the line. How could you stomach this ride?
It was for her. You had to do it for her.
Terezi could not think that you were some sort of sissy. You had loved her for years, and she had been such a good friend - what if your fears got the better of your relationship? She could disown you as a friend and as a follower.
The line began inching forward. You gulped, hoping it would be over before it started. Terezi carefully climbed into one of the numbered seats, and you took the seat on her left. You pulled down the over-the-shoulder harness, pushing it as close to your chest as possible. Terezi did the same, however, she was much less concerned about her safety, it seemed.
An attendant walked around the tower, checking each and everyone of the passengers’ security. Once everyone was checked, he sat down and pressed a button at his station. Up the two of you went.
Terezi kicked her feet out, cackling hysterically. “Oh gog, I can’t wait for this! It’s gonna be so awesome.” She grinned, “Right, [Name]?”
You swallowed hard, a ‘y-yeah’ barely escaping your lips. Your knuckles were white as they clutched the handles attached to the harness. The farther the ride climbed, the more nervous you became. You wanted it to be fast and quick, not expecting there to be a gut wrenching minutes of wait to arrive at the top.
Your mind was still processing why exactly you were doing this to yourself.
Her. Right, right. You might’ve forgotten that Terezi wasn’t sitting next to you if it wasn’t for her heaving. She was certainly excited. Her legs were swinging carelessly around in circles and her head was hanging out of the harness like a lifeless crash dummy. How was she always able to keep such a careless attitude? If she wasn’t blind, would she be able to see the same way that you saw things? Would she be as quiet and contented as yourself?
Who knew if that was even possible.
Suddenly, the ride stopped traveling upward. You were halted in mid-air, and you certainly weren’t enjoying it. You held your eyes shut, refusing to look up, down, or anywhere around. You didn’t want to scare yourself more than you already had been. You were trying to keep yourself strong, and you were doing it only for her. If you could just keep yourself collected on the way down-
Your lungs released every amount of air you had into an eardrum bursting scream of death and destruction. It sounded as if a young woman was being stabbed or a banshee was screaming on a hillside. Anything but a sound you would make. However, you were the one who made it.
When you reached the ground in a matter of seconds, everyone around was staring at you. Your face was beet red, your knuckles whiter than a ghost, and your lungs felt like empty paper bags. You slowly lifted your harness and shakily pushed yourself out of the seat.
Terezi sniffed the air and grinned maniacally. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like ‘em loud.” She elbowed you in the ribs, her words making you practically melt into the pavement.