All of your life, you’ve been on the quiet side. Always the follower, never the leader. You never minded being an abstract follower, and ever since kindergarten, you had dedicated yourself to following one particular person; Terezi Pyrope, the teal-blooded maniac that made your heart beat faster than a speeding racecar. You would follow her around any and every day, not that you had a choice at all.
Your current location was the fair. School had just ended and Terezi had dragged you to the fairgrounds, ready to experience what you, as a human, called ‘thrill.’ You had prepared yourself for the best, and also the worst. Considering the fact that Terezi had never experienced a human celebration as full-fledged as the county fair, but you would hopefully show her a good time - or the other way around, considering how hard she was yanking you along.
“C’mon, [Name],” She yelled back at you, “I’ve got to ride all of these rides. I am just achin