Is this... Gone? 

Galawo? Are you still on the CB? Are you still planning to finish this? Or are you just a figment of time that's blown away and never to return? 

If you're simply taking a break, it's understood, but please, if you can, come back to this mystical world. We're all waiting on you with held breaths as it remains frozen in time.

The girl curled up in her small yet comfortable closet, her fingers working furiously on a phone screen. 

The keys were impossible to hit properly. The phone, though it lacked the devious automatic spell check feature, still seemed determined to stop her. 

Her computer and her lists were locked away where she couldn't reach them. What could she do against such power and hate? 

The girl inhaled. She had a story to continue, a Name to reveal, and a radio to move (upstairs into her room so she could listen to terrifyingly catchy songs).

She was too frustrated. This... This mobile device was the bane of her existence! What fool created such an evil keyboard? Instead of her fingers shooting across the familiar surface of her keyboard, it instead hit a phone screen. A phone screen, of all things! No writer should ever have to write a story on such an undignified thing! 

But here she was, writing a commercial on it.

Maybe she was being a little too harsh. After all, the poor phone couldn't help it, and others no doubt could use phones with ease and skill... 

CaC teaser: 

The glitch sighed, pacing around the small room. When would the door open? When would her fate arrive? She was too nervous. No, not nervous. Resigned to her fate. 

But still, there was this nervous feeling she had. Like something bad was going to happen. It will. But I don't care.

They failed before. They would fail again. Right?

She froze in the middle of her pacing. She could hear heavy footsteps. Capture.  

Inkwell teaser: "You're watching the Chatterbox news network. With us today is reporter Won o. Gal with our story. "

"Thank you, Chris. Today we examine news of a tragedy taking place at the Sticky Note Palace, a beautiful safe haven owned by Viola? that has guarded our borders for years. "

The television showed several shots of flames, and some of large clouds of dark smoke. 

"The fire is still raging at the beloved palace. The Chatterbox Fire Department is rushing towards the scene, but due to the length between the two places, some say that the building may be ash by then." The reporter smiled serenely, as if she was content with the the chaos. 

The screen changed to show a shot of a CBer in a TARDIS hoodie dashing away from the palace, through the smoke and sparks.

"This clip shows the first CBer to flee the palace." She reported, a grave expression replacing her smile. Clips of different CBers fleeing flashed across the screen. "While several CBers did escape, not all of the CBers inside the palace were seen fleeing." She grinned, then coughed and brought the grave expression back. 

"We will end this report for now,  but the story will continue. Back to you, Chris. "

The glitch adjusted her plain black headband, her dull bronze eyes holding nothing but anticipation. And...maybe a glimmer of regret. I wish I could've left too. 

Regretting something that was beyond her control (or was it) wasn't going to get her anywhere. She had learned that years ago. And now, walking through the metal halls with two glitches (one of which was nasty and named 'Capture') flanking her.

It was time...

-=()=-

The girl with no name winced. Where was she...what had happened exactly? Oh, yes...naming ceremony. She couldn't remember the details...only that blood was dripping down her arm and she just...ugh...it was so blurry and dark...

And suddenly she was sitting up against metal. A Glitch she had never seen before was grinning at her. Her vision was still blurry...too blurry. But at least it wasn't dark.

"Well. I had my doubts..." He mumbled, then smiled again. "So, dear. What's your name?"

Suddenly, words swirled through her mind, filling her thoughts. She could hear so much--so many disconnected words, just attacking her thoughts independently. It was overpowering, mind-numbing, and terrifying all at once. 

And suddenly, one word appeared, out of the blur. It was blurry and warped and distorted, but she could somehow read it-- Dimension.

Her expression must've said it all. 

He smiled. "Well, then, Dimension. You have another Glitch to hunt."