The young Heir of Mind walks away from the rest of the group. He wanted to give them some time to meet their Dancestors, before continuing on how to beat the game.

His Huskcell lit up with a new message. He hadn't gotten a new Trollian message in a long time. It was from someone he's never seen before too. The messager had no handle... He checked it anyway.

"Hello?" The message read.
"uh... h/..." He responded quickly. It took a few seconds for the messager to message back.

"Who is this?" "uh... tagras mellek?" He types back confused. Looking for any answers, he messages again. "wh() are y()u?" He doesn't get a responce until a minute later. "I... Don't know." Tagras began to be worried. "y()u d()n't kn()w?" "Not a clue." It responds.

"well... tell me about what y()u d() kn()w, l/ke... y()ur appearence." Tagras shifts a bit, expecting to be here for a while. "I'm a... Troll? I think..." "alr/ght, uh, anyth/ng else? l/ke bl()()d c()l()r?" "Orange." The responce was near instant.

"anyth/ng else?" He asks. "I... Woke up with a jacket, and some pretty basic clothes... My... Horns are beaten up and kinda broken..." "h()w are they shaped? ()r... were?" "They look kind of... Mismatching?" Tagras froze. He didn't see his Dancestor before... Was this him?

"where are y()u? y()u sa/d y()u w()ke up." "A room..." "descr/be the r()()m please." "Concrete floor... Metal walls... Computer thing... And uh... A door?" Tagras hunched over his phone. "d() y()u remember h()w y()u g()t there?" "I don't remember anything about me, how I got here, I only vaguely knew I was a Troll..." "can y()u ()pen the d()()r?" "No, I already checked." Tagras sighed and mouthed to himself "knew /t."

He takes a deep breath. "()k, y()u're g()nna get ()ut ()f there." "But... How?" "we'll w()rk t()gether. y()u'll be free /n n() t/me." "Thank you, Tagras." "n() pr()blem."

An older Troll stands in a room. There's nothing in this room, other than your JACKET, the COMPUTER, and the DOOR. You are currently messaging terrarusTinkerer, on some sort of client you found in the depths of the Computer.

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"s(), y()u are us/ng the c()mputer t() message me?" "Of course." "where d/d y()u f/nd the s()ftware?" The captive thinks for a second. "It was hidden inside the files of the computer... Also, why do you use the () and / stuff?" Tagras takes a moment to answer. "/ts a tr()ll th/ng / guess, / c()uld st()p /f y()u want." "Troll thing? Eh, maybe I should get one..." "()k... h()w deep were the f/les?" "Uh... I don't know... Hey, h0w ab0ut th1s? That an ok typing thing? I saw a bunch of that stuff in there..." "dude, h()ly sh/t, thats b/nary!" "It... is?" "yes! y()u were deep en()ugh t() see B/NARY?!" "Yes?" "and ar()und there, y()u f()und the f/le?" "Well... No, it just told me where to find the files, and what to do."

Tagras' jaw drops. "y()u can read and understand b/nary c()de." "It was like... A second language... For some reason?" "()k, that /s awes()me, but lets ref()cus ()n the matter ()f gett/ng y()u ()ut."

The captive nods. "Right."

"uh, ()k, / need y()u t() d() s()meth/ng we/rd. there's numbers and letters ()n the s/de ()f the c()ns()le, r/ght?" He asks, starting to think up a plan.
"Uh, yeah, what does this have to do with getting me out of here?"
"everyth/ng. what are they?" Tagras replies quickly.
The captive checks the numbers, and reports back. "It's Ski50."
"()k... g/ve me a m/nute." Tagras says.

A while passes, and Tagras finally messages back. "/ need y()u t() d() s()meth/ng."

The captive snaps back to attention at the Console. "Ok, tell me what to do."

"y()u kn()w h()w y()u f()und th/s pr()gram?"
"Uh, yes."
"/ need y()u t() d() that aga/n, but /n the sk/50 f/le."
"Ok... I can try, but I'm not a hacker."
"y()u're the cl()sest we've g()t."

(This will be a relatively short story. I'll hopefully finish it tomorrow.)

"alr/ght, s() there sh()uld be a ski50 f/le. d() y()u see /t?"
The captive takes a second to check.
"Uh... Yes."
"l()()k f()r the f/le that /s just a str/ng ()f, l/ke, f/ve numbers."
"Found it."
"g()()d, there sh()uld be ()nly ()ne th/ng /n there, check ()ut /t's c()de."
"Alright give me a minute, it takes a little while."
"()k."
The captive does his best to break into the deeper part of the file, managing to succeed in about two minutes.
"Alright, what am I looking for?"
"at the end, there sh()uld be three numbers, spelled ()ut /n b/nary."
"Alright I see them... It's 778."
"()k, /s there a w/re g()/ng fr()m the c()ns()le, t() the d()()r?"
The captive steps away and checks.
"Yeah, there's also a panel in the side."
"()k, ()pen up the panel."
"I can't, it's screwed down. Also, why did you need to know those numbers and stuff?"
"m()del numbers, /t tells me what k/nd /t is."
"Oh, ok..."
"()k, check ar()und and see /f there /s anyth/ng t() use."
"Alright..."

"How do you know so much about this stuff Tagras?"
"eh, mechan/cal and techn/cal kn()wledge, and l()ts ()f r()()m escape games."
"Ok, I'm gonna go find something I can use."

The captives steps away from the console, and begins looking over the whole room... He can't find anything.

He checks under his jacket, to see if there's anything under there... No, but there is something in the pocket.

He checks in his pocket, and gets knicked by something sharp, maybe a knife?

It's his right horn.

"I found my broken horn, but the tip is too big for the screws."
"alr/ght, keep try/ng, th/s part seems up t() y()u."

The captive thinks for a short while.

"If I don't respond for a very long time, don't worry."
"uh, ()k?"

The captive sits down, and begins the long, boring task of filing down the edges of the horn. to make it into a slightly functional screwdriver.

An hour passes, and he checks the size of the screws every so often. Eventually, he gets to the right width.

He puts the makeshift screwdriver into the screw, and turns it, the screw starting to come out. He does the same with the other 4.

"Alright! The panel is off!"
"()k, g()()d, what's under the panel?"
"Four wires, first two red, third one white, last one orange."
"hmm... cut the wh/te ()ne."
"You sure?"
"yes."
"Uh, may I know why?"
"that w/re /s actually d/srupt/ng an electr/cal fl()w t() the d()()r."
"Alright, I'll cut it."
"be careful n()t t() be electricuted."
"... Ok."

The horn was still relatively sharp, so he cuts the white wire.

"Door's still shut."
"g() back t() the 778 f/le, r/ght cl/ck the ()ne th/ng, press 'run'."
"Alright..."

He follows Tagras' instructions, clicking run.
The door creaks open.

"Tagras! The door is open!"
"haha, yes! what d()es it l()()k l/ke ()ut there?"
"Uh, jungle-y?"
"()k, /'m g()nna g() talk to my fr/ends. we'll f/nd y()u /n pr()bably less than an h()ur."
"Yeah. Hey, Tagras?"
"yes?"
"Thanks for helping me out."
"n() pr()blem."

Half an hour later, Tagras step flies to the location, Quares following him. "I told you ]-[e waz ]-[ere."
The captive waves to them.

"Wow, we look really similar."
"/'m y()ur decendant / th/nk."
"Oh... That kinda makes sense."
They chuckle for a bit.

"th/s /s quares, he helped me f/nd y()u."
"Zup."
"Hi. So... Why are you guys wearing pajamas?"
"Long ztory."
"well expla/n ()n the way back."
"Back to... Where?"
"To t]-[e other danceztors."
"just h()ld ()n."
"A-alright..."

He grabs onto Tagras, and begins freaking out as they go into the air.

"Yo, Tag?"
"yeah quares?"
"]-[iz eyez aren't w]-[ite... I don't t]-[ink ]-[e'z dead."
"huh... y()u're r/ght."

They land in the dream bubble.

"hey, every()ne! we f()und an()ther ()ne ()f y()u guys!"

Ceirab's Dancestor Parrak is the first to notice.

"Rallin?"
"Uh... You?"

Parrak walks up to the smaller Troll, and lifts him up by the scruff of his neck.

"You-as.shole!"

He shouts, ready to punch him in the face.

"W-what did I do?!"

"You-killEd-EvEryone!"

"I... Did?"

"Don't-play-dumb-With-mE!"

"PARRAK, ST()P! he d()esn't remember anyth/ng!"

"Is-that-What-hE-told-you?!-This-liEing-backstabbing-son-of-a-bit.ch?!"

"Parrak. Put put him d[]wn. I willl talk t[] him."
Tainan, Quares Dancestor says, appearing out of nowhere.
"But-hE-should-pay-for-What-hEs-donE!-HEs-thE-rEason-WErE-dEad!"
"Let me talk t[] him."
"...-FinE."

Parrak puts down Rallin.

"Rallin, c[]me with me, I will tell y[]u ab[]ut what happened."
"O-ok..."
"We sh[]uld pr[]bably keep y[]u hidden f[]r awhile."
"A-alright..."