She might never again fill even the tiniest corner of a concert hall. As Red steps away from the incident that stole her voice, she decides she's ready to tear one down.
After Red's defeat of Royce Bracket, Cloudbank is a blank canvas and the Transistor her paintbrush. But she has no desire to paint, not in the lifeless husk that Cloudbank has become. When Red discovers that there is a way to restore those who have been integrated into the Transistor, she embarks on a journey to save the city that she loves. Spoilers here, so beware!
Years have passed since the secound Purge, and Mike has grown used to his life as Transistor user. However, Cloudbank is about to be thrown into chaos again n the third, and final Purge. Which side will win?
It's okay, she told herself. It takes a couple days to find your Selection. "Maybe even weeks," the Instructor told her, when Sybil next asked. And then, later: "Or even a month or two."
"It was nothing personal you know. You were valuable, hand-picked. Unique." A series of one-shots detailing the circumstances leading up to the deaths of every character, in near chronological order (as well as I can figure).
An exhausted Red takes a breather and muses on what really matters to her.
Like fire. [A collection of intimate drabbles between Red and her lover.]
Just a quickie drabble set before the events that transpired; just fyi Man-in-Transistor is named Cyan in this one.
Something terrible has happened to Minecraftia, and it's not one of the things that's supposed to happen this time around. Both order and chaos are poised to destroy the world, and five people have found themselves hopelessly entangled in the land's struggle for five very different reasons.((Post-Transistor plot, T for body horror and cursing. True genre is cosmic horror.))
One hundred RedxBoxer drabbles.
Royce leaned over to peer at the music player. "Who is it?" Sybil took a breath. She didn't answer immediately. The voice washed over her, filled all her empty spaces, rose and fell and rose again in her chest like the waves that surrounded her Sandbox: crashing, crashing, crashing. Finally, she answered. Softly. Eyes closed. "Our next candidate."
He avoided her because no one had ever heard her say anything and he doubted that she would start with him. If he had to make a friend, he figured it should at least be someone he could talk with, not some person with a glitchy voicebox. Finally, though, she was the last one left.
A singer without a voice. A sword with a soul. A villain of status wanting what is his. Hordes of Process chasing them down. Secrets and organizations prodding them along. What's the big secret, causing two separate dimensions to hound these two? Why is it in the hands of these unlikely souls? What, exactly, is the Transistor? A Worm(world) Transistor(storyline) short story fusion.
Sometimes, you don't need to say anything.
A really short thing i cooked up, nothing much, just how i felt the change from being "buddies" to something more would play out.
A pre-game look at Grant and Asher. I'm... not quite sure how I feel about this thing, myself. But I do enjoy writing these two guys.
The Bastion flies on through the ends of a couple different worlds.
Later, he asks about it. His voice thrums with static, with a slight laugh. [How did a nobody like me ever stand out to someone like you?] It seems like a hypothetical question. Even if it isn't, she's far past the ability to answer. (Red & Blue/Subject/Boxer/etc.)
He supposed that's all fate had in store for him, this was the end of his story, but hers was just beginning. [Red/Boxer]
Sybil shut her eyes, softly smiled as she noticed a Creep approach her, and began singing. "When you speak, I hear silence..." Red would be back. She knew it. She would save her from the process. After all, the boxer was gone now. Red was hers. Who else did she have? "Every word a defiance. I can hear, oh I can hear..."