Tango

Look, now that you know my secret, you'll have to recognise something. I am not like you. I may walk the same earth and breathe the same air, but it's not my home. These wings are the real me. These red eyes and sharp teeth are what define me. Without my claws, I am a lesser version of myself.

I am not some chill friend of yours who happens to be a bit over-the-top sometimes. I am Tango-Tek, Bender of Worlds and Devourer of Souls. I don't come from just outside town, I come from another plane of existence. With you has become my home, but I will always truly belong back there.

But I can't go back. Not without hurting you and Impulse. So I won't go back until I must.

Doc

No. No, I can't be... I need to be able to see!

There must be some way to fix it! Some way to bring it back to life! It was just a prop dagger that broke it, I mean come on. Seriously? You're seriously saying that a prop dagger, of all things, can break mechanics this badly? I don't believe it.

You're kidding, aren't you? This all a big joke, and you're going to tell me just how to bring my eye back online. I'm going to be able to see again, and go back to normal. Or, well, normal for Hermitcraft. You're going to do it right now.

... You're not joking.

Now, come on! You can't just come up to a man and tell him that you can't fix his robotic eye! You have to have another solution, some other way to help. You can't go up to someone and say they're going to blind forever! It's common courtesy, man!

I'm just... I'm blind. I'm going to have to deal with one eye for the rest of my life, unless a miracle happens. Unless some kind of magic happens, I'm permanently down an eye. Unless some kind of... Magic!

What if we used magic to fix my eye? Now that's an idea...

Grian

There is one pretty serious drawback to being a phantom. I can't ever sleep. During the day, right, sleep is impossible. And then at night, I'm like... supercharged. Like, I can spread my wings and just fly until the dawn breaks. And then when it does, the sleep catches up with me.

Every day I suffer so I can be the king of every night. Why can't there be some kind of middle ground? I wish I could just let the daytime carry me to dreamland, when in reality it can't. The only way I can sleep is fainting from exhaustion, and it's not the best solution.

You know what the worst part is? No sleeping means no dreaming. I have no dreams, no ability to dream. And that is something important that I have lost there. All for a pair of wings.

It's all for a pair of wings.

Just some Scribblings I wrote ages ago, back when I was roughly planning out the major plot points of the (now-unpublished) musical. I can't seem to be able to make my brain work for writing anything but the megaproject.

This has been Pi, and I'll see you all at some point in the future!