Transformice - FROMAGE

What they shared was a special, special thing. They grew closer during their days spent together. Hours spent running side by side and racing back to refuge with cheese high upon their shoulders. Peaceloverxoxo would take her time to educate Prismaz on the dangers of Vanilla levels- the do's and don'ts.

"And vanilla levels are just the easy ones." She hummed one lazy afternoon where they spent stretching and lazing about on the building tops of Transformice's local village.

"Normal levels are hard enough; and Bootcamp is something that even pros can struggle with. That requires god-like patience and expert skill. I don't recommend frustrating yourself over levels like those if you haven't even touched racing yet. Racing levels help a lot." It was one of Peace's many, many helpful lectures.

"Hmm." Prismaz murmured around the sandwich she had secured earlier in the town square with absent-minded thought as she absorbed the information.There was still one thing- one thing on her mind that troubled her. One thing that Peace hadn't dared breach on.

Shamming.

She'd find out soon enough, that she'd have to learn. But there was something she knew for sure:

She didn't want to.

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She wasn't too sure how Peaceloverxoxo convinced her to do this in the first place. All she remembered was that she had brought up the topic of shamming and next thing her friend is urging her to "do it, i'll just teach you!"

All in all she isn't too sure how she got here but damn if she isn't frightened.

Her limbs tremble and dear Elisah, she's next for in line for sham.

She feels numb when the level loads.

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"It's okay, you got this." Peaceloverxoxo whispers words of encouragement behind her.

She's trembling with anxiety. At least it's going better than she'd imagine it would be.

She hears the groans of impatience as she finishes stabilizing her wonky build. She know's Peace is here to guide her, yet she can't help stop her shaking hands.

Peacelover has been so, so good to her. Yet Prismaz can't help but think that the other mouse has put far too much faith in her. Her build is shaky and unstable, held together by red-nailed planks and C boards. Peacelover was kind enough to teach her how to conjure planks that were capable of connecting into one another, to hold on to their counterparts.

The magic was flowing steadily through her veins, sweet and sickly like honey. She'd never been shaman before, but she already felt drunk off the power, exhilarated and in awe.

She felt a tingling warmth spread through her veins; an icy clarity that she didn't have before. She longed to be in this state forever- never nervous, never anxious, just... clear. It was almost enough to make her forget the grumbles and sighs of the other mice behind her. They want cheese. She knows she can't lead them to it.

"You're doing great! Keep it up!" Peaceloverxoxo kept up her encouraging chirp while prismaz built upwards, steeper and steeper towards the cheese. The woody planks wobbled under her feet and the weight of the other impatient mice ready to receive their prize.

Withering looks were shot her way, unappreciative of the amount of time she was taking to guide them.

"Time, shaman." Someone called out; a reminder of the limited seconds she had. The round was nearly coming to an end, and she'd hardly even helped at least one mouse get what they were 

looking for.

'Just a little bit closer...' She grunted to herself.

"Slow ass."

"Useless."

Resentment bubbled underneath her skin and a building rage yet to be released grew.

The timer ended.

"You did really good, Prismaz." Peaceloverxoxo's words of praise rang in her ears. "I'm proud of you."

There was a smile to the girl's features, a quirk at the corner of her lips.

"Thanks."

"You know, I could teach you more, if you want. In private levels."

The idea sounded appealing to Prismaz's ears. Someone else to show her the ropes of the new world, helping her to hone her skills? Strengthening a bond with a friend? Sign her up.

"Yo, don't I know you from somewhere?" A new voice; a familiar one.

It was the first shaman that she had met, the one that saved her from Leonthexsadistic. The Indomitable came stalking forward, and it was then that Prismaz, in her frantic effort to capture the grey mouse's name before he could disappear again, glimpsed his gold nametag.

'Rockyz'

A name every bit as bold and beautiful as him (well, in her eyes at least. she was far too infatuated to notice there wasn't anything particularly remarkable about his username). The mouse's eyes nearly bulged out of her skull.

"Holy shit!" Prismaz's gasp burst into the air, unrestrained. She couldn't help but curse. "You're him!"

Rockyz, that beautiful, blessed son of a gun, quirked an eyebrow. "I'm him...?"

"Don't you remember saving me? Multiple times?"

"Ah. Now I know why you look so familiar. You're that girl." There was a warm little chuckle from Rockyz, and Prismaz's heart did a jump.

"You know him?" Peaceloverxoxo perked up beside Prismaz. Now it was Prismaz's turn to raise a pretty little eyebrow.

"No? What makes you think that?" She's been searching for this guy for days; he had only made himself known to her two times so far. To say that she was familiar with the guy would be a severe overstatement.

"That's Rocky, my tribe leader."

"Tribe leader?"

"Of course. He leads our group, The Dichotomous Key. A tribe is as it sounds- a tribe. We're like a family. We do everything together, we learn off of each other..."

The idea sounded appealing to her, and if each tribe member were as nice as Peace and Rockyz, then...

"C-can I join your tribe?"

"Of course." There was a soft smile from Rocky, and once more, Prismaz's heart beat wildly within her chest like a caged bird begging for escape. "We'll invite you."

"Welcome to the tribe Prismaz."