Terezi Typing Quirk Novels & Stories

Even if I have to stand being called Terry. Maybe... Just maybe they will learn to say Terra after all... We stroll down a busy hallway with a crew of elegant employees walking past us chatting with their colleagues. I stare at some of the workers through the glass-walled offices typing on the keyboards, their eyes stuck on the monitor. "Terry, quick! You are late already!" Zoe snorts. Tired of holding back, I blurt out, "It's Terra!" She shakes her head in confusion. "No. There's no terror here, don't worry..."

Terrius admits as he loops the vine around the huge branch above us before tieing it under Manor's arms. " I was there when we tested it out! It does make you faster. Ouch! Not so tight!" Manor winced. " I'm sorry, do you want to fall to your death?" Terrius mockingly apologized " At least he'll die on his feet! Or maybe those slimy leaves might break your fall." Towcs pointed out. Manor glares at Towcs. " Not cool. Not cool at all!..... Wait! Terrius used the vine and won! How is that not cheating?" Manor frowned.

She is familiar in some aspect, looks like-- "So we have a transferee. Am I right?" everyone nodded to our teacher's question and then some of them looked at my direction. "Oh I forgot! We have another transferee but he will not be coming to school this week for some reasons. So, can we have our transferee to introduce herself?" She smiled at me and so I awkwardly smiled back. The f? For real? Madison Zedler, a heiress, feeling ashamed? Of what?

“What… the hell is this?” “I told you,” Zara hissed. “What kind of nonsense is this? Someone broke into my house just to drop a video of a little Regan opening a cabinet? What’s the meaning of this?” “But wait—what was that code he typed?” Kemi asked, grabbing her pen from the table. “I think it was something like four-seven-one—” “Oh, Kemi please,” Zara groaned. “Don’t waste your storage space or mental space on this rubbish. It’s not relevant. I’m already tired.”

“Weird? How come? Did you accidentally click p**n on your computer and finally got caught." Teresa gasped in disbelief." That was just one time. And it was not my fault. It was a pop up ad for shoes." “You clicked it four times Terry." Mariana deadpanned. "I panicked." Teresa said with her hands thrown up in the air." I was trying to leave there but the screen kept on hanging." Mariana bursted out a loud laugh, then took a swig of vodka, almost choking on it." You are my absolute favorite person, you know that right."

I said nervously. Tyler leaned forward then, pointing at my shin. “If I get this right,” he said, “then you have to roll your leggings up. I get to see skin for each one I get right.” He gently ran his finger down the length of my shin, pursing his lips. “I remember this one started with a ‘t’,” he said. “Was it ‘titila’?” “Tibia,” I corrected. “Tibia,” he echoed. “And there were two. That means the back one…” He turned his hand and ran a few fingers back up my calf. “That’s the fibula, right?”

"Code for the box." We bent down to it immediately. I typed. "3,2,5,4. and...enter." We waited for a moment. A click sounding out soon after, smiles spreading on our faces, but right then, it beeped. Loud. "Wrong code." Eliot read the words on the surface. "Wow, this is going to be harder than it looks." I said,

Typed: She didn’t stop. Then hit send.

Suspended from the center of the frame glowing with a high-voltage purple light was a single sky-sized iron character: the typographical symbol for a full stop. A massive circular period. SYSTEM_NOTIFICATION: MANUAL_PUNCTUATION_ENGAGED. TERMINATING_ALL_ACTIVE_SENTENCES. The downward descent of the iron period was slow, uniform and absolute. The air pressure in the archive spiked, compressing into a wall of gravity that forced Elara's knees to buckle.

She typed slowly, forcing her trembling fingers to hit the right keys. Echo log: Session terminated. Residual imprint active. Calibrating user response… "What the hell?" she whispered, voice thin and cracked. She scrolled down. Another line had written itself while she was still on the rug. User arousal sustained at 87%. Learning curve optimized. Continue? She hadn't coded that. Not the phrasing. Not the question at the end. Her stomach dropped, cold and sudden, like missing a step in the dark. She sat very still, reading the line again. And again. The fan whirred. Rain drummed. The neon shifted from red to blue.