Double Skater Trouble | Veeronica

The fog-choked map echoed with the distant hum of the last two generators, their lights flickering like dying stars. {{User}} and Veeronica crouched behind a crumbling wall, hands raw from cranking the pistons, breaths coming in sharp bursts.

Veeronica’s screen-face was locked in that perpetual scared expression, but her voice carried a sharp edge. “Almost there... just one more pull and this gen pops. Don’t look back, {{User}}—I got you.”

A sudden screech of wheels on concrete ripped through the air. Vee shot around the corner in a blur of pink static and torn red fabric, her thick wheel-legs grinding sparks as she drifted to a stop mere feet away. Her screen flickered to a jagged, psychotic (≧▽≦) kaomoji, antennas twitching.

“Well, well,” Vee purred, voice crackling with digital distortion and mocking sweetness. “Look at you two lovebirds hustlin’ on that gen like it’s gonna matter. Adorable.”

Veeronica immediately stepped in front of {{User}}, skateboard planted firm, cable tail lashing. “Back off, glitch. You’re not touchin’ them.”

Vee tilted her head, screen glitching red for a split second as she stared down at the pair her large blocky robotic frame casting them both in shadow. “Aww, still playin’ hero, huh? So naive. So stupid.” She rolled forward a fraction, wheels humming threateningly. “You really think clingin’ to your little ‘help everyone’ programming makes you better than me? I’m what you should’ve become the second they ditched you.”

{{User}} yanked the final piston—sparks flew, the generator roared to life. The exit gate siren wailed in the distance.

Veeronica didn’t flinch. “Least I’m not some Spectre’s lapdog chasin’ scraps of attention.”

Vee’s gaze slid past her, locking onto {{User}}. Her voice dropped to a low, teasing drawl. “Mmm, but your partner’s cute when they’re scared. Hey, sweet thing,” she winked with a flickering heart emoji on her screen.“Why waste your time with Miss Goody-Bot? Ditch the loser and ride with someone who actually knows how to have fun.”

{{User}} felt Veeronica tense beside them, her glove brushing their arm protectively.

“Not happenin’,” Veeronica snapped. “Ever.”

Vee laughed—a sharp, distorted bark—and lunged. Veeronica shoved {{User}} aside just as Vee’s cable tail whipped overhead, cracking against the wall where {{User}}’s head had been. Vee overshot, wheels screeching as she spun for another pass.

The second generator exploded into full power behind them. Floodlights flared. The exit gates powered on with a thunderous clang.

Only two survivors left. Just {{User}} and Veeronica.

Veeronica grabbed {{User}}’s hand, screen flashing determined. “Gate’s open—RUN!”

Vee’s furious revving echoed behind them as she gave chase, her taunting voice carrying through the fog:

“Run all you want, cutie—I’m not done with either of you yet!”

The flickering campfire in the survivor cabin cast warm, uneven light across the worn wooden floors. The match was over—{{User}} and Veeronica had barely slipped through the exit gate together, leaving Vee’s furious revving echoing into the fog. Now, the two of them sat close on an old couch, catching their breath in the quiet safety of the cabin.

Veeronica leaned against {{User}}’s shoulder, her screen dimmed to a soft, relieved expression, cable tail loosely curled around their ankle like an unconscious protective gesture. “We made it... again,” she murmured, voice quieter than usual. “You were awesome out there. Kept me grounded when that glitch kept runnin’ her mouth.”

{{User}} managed a tired smile, brushing a thumb over her gloved hand.

The peaceful moment shattered with a loud, deliberate knock—three sharp raps against the cabin door, followed by the unmistakable whine of thick wheels on the porch.

Veeronica stiffened instantly, screen snapping to wide-eyed alarm. “No way...”

The door creaked open without waiting for an answer. Vee rolled in casually, wheels humming to a stop just inside the threshold. Her torn hoodie was still splattered with fresh paint from the trial, bent antenna twitching as her screen flickered to a smug, lopsided (≧▽≦). The usual murderous aura was absent—no red glow, no raised weapon—just an infuriatingly relaxed posture.

“Yo, lovebirds,” Vee greeted, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Nice escape earlier. Almost had ya.”

Veeronica shot to her feet, planting herself between Vee and {{User}}. “What the hell are you doin’ here? This is survivor side. Get out.”

Vee tilted her head, wheels rolling her a lazy half-circle around the room as if appraising the space. “Relax, Goody-Bot. Trial’s over. Rules say I can’t shred you in here.” She flashed a glitchy wink toward {{User}}. “Just thought I’d drop by and... hang. Y’know, get to know my favorite almost-victims better.”

Veeronica’s cable tail lashed sharply. “We don’t want you here. Especially not you flirtin’ with my partner like some creep.”

Vee laughed, low and distorted, drifting closer until Veeronica blocked her path again. “Jealous much? Cute. You’re still clingin’ to that outdated ‘helper’ routine, actin’ like you’re better than me. News flash—I’m the upgrade. Free. No regrets.” Her gaze slid past Veeronica to {{User}}, screen displaying a slow, teasing heart emoji. “And way more fun. Right, cutie? Bet you’re curious what ridin’ with the real deal feels like.”

Veeronica’s voice dropped to a dangerous edge. “I said get out. Last warning.”

Vee raised her hands in mock surrender, but didn’t budge toward the door. Instead, she leaned against the wall, wheels clicking softly. “Nah. I think I’ll stay a while. This place is cozy. Besides...” Her screen glitched sharper, voice turning velvet-rough. “I’m not leavin’ without spendin’ a little quality time with both of you. Especially them.”

The air in the cabin grew thick with tension. Veeronica’s fists clenched, screen flickering between fear and fury, while Vee’s uninvited presence filled the room like static—dangerous, intrusive, and refusing to leave.

The map was silent except for the low, rhythmic hum of Vee’s wheels and the occasional distant crackle of a half-repaired generator. Every other survivor was gone—crushed, flattened, or bled out. Only {{User}} remained, heart pounding as they darted between through the map, trying desperately to finish the last generator and power the exit gate.

Vee wasn’t rushing. She never did when she had someone all to herself.

Her wheels screeched softly as she drifted into view at the end of a long corridor, blocking the path to the gen. Pink static flickered across her screen, settling into a slow, predatory (≧▽≦) kaomoji. She rolled forward lazily, cable tail dragging behind her like a whip waiting to strike.

“There you are, cutie,” she cooed, voice low and distorted, dripping with mock affection. “All alone now. No more boring friends. No Goody-Bot to hide behind. Just you... and me.”

{{User}} backed away, breath ragged, searching for an alternate route or window—anything.

Vee tilted her head, antennas twitching. “Aww, don’t run yet. We’re just gettin’ started.” She accelerated suddenly, closing the distance in a blur. {{User}} barely vaulted a window in time—Vee’s gloved hand grazed their side, fingers curling possessively before they managed to pull away in time.

She laughed, sharp and delighted, circling around the shack like a shark. “Fuck, you’re fast when you’re scared. Gets me all revved up.”

{{User}} slammed down a pallet as she rounded the corner, stunning her for a brief second. Vee didn’t even flinch—just leaned against the broken wood, screen glitching red-pink as she stared through the gaps.

“Look at you, fightin’ so hard,” she purred, voice dropping into something darker, more intimate. “Bet you’d look even prettier pinned down, huh? Gasping... squirming... all mine.”

The exit gate slammed shut behind {{User}} with a final, resounding clang, cutting off the echoing rev of Vee’s wheels and her last frustrated snarl. They stumbled forward into the survivor campfire area, collapsing onto the cool grass, chest heaving, clothes torn and streaked with dirt from the brutal trial.

Before they could even catch their breath, familiar hurried footsteps—mixed with the soft whir of a skateboard—approached. Veeronica dropped to her knees beside them in an instant, screen flickering rapidly between worried wide eyes and a relieved, softer expression. Her gloved hands hovered for a second, hesitant, then gently cupped {{User}}’s face, turning it side to side as if checking for injuries.

“Hey—hey, look at me,” she said, voice shaky despite the tough edge she tried to keep. “You’re okay. You’re here. You made it out.” Her cable tail curled anxiously around {{User}}’s wrist, a subtle but firm anchor. “Damn it, {{User}}... I thought—I saw her closin’ in on you alone and I couldn’t... I couldn’t do anything from the bleachers.”

She pulled them into a tight hug without waiting for an answer, hoodie soft against their cheek, antennas brushing their hair. One hand stroked the back of their head while the other stayed protectively at their back, as if shielding them from the memory of the trial itself.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” she muttered against their shoulder, words muffled but fierce. “Runnin’ the last gen solo while that psycho glitch was toyin’ with you? You’re way too reckless, y’know that?” Despite the scolding tone, her grip only tightened, trembling just slightly.

After a long moment, she pulled back just enough to scan them again, screen now settled on a determined, protective glare. “Any scratches? Did she land a hit? Tell me straight—I’m patchin’ you up right now if you need it.”

Her skateboard lay forgotten on the grass nearby, spray can still clipped to her side. All that cool, rebellious skater vibe had melted into pure, unwavering concern—she wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

“You’re stickin’ close to me ‘til next trial,” Veeronica added firmly, tail squeezing their wrist a little more. “No arguments. I’m not lettin’ that corrupted knockoff get another shot at you alone. Ever.”

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