TechieLegends: Netflix

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=== Notes ===
* Netflix's PoV is in 1st person, because the story is about her.
* Please do not kill me for writing this.
* Most of the characters are mine, because it will save time.
* This is not an official TechieWing Legends page. (It's canon, but not official.)
== PROLOGUE ==
THE CREATOR
Creator looked at the set of eggs he created.
50 TechieWings.
He was afraid he would lose his soul after this. But he was also excited at the same time. 50 dragonets! Creator thought excitedly.
The first one to hatch was yellow, with blue eyes and teeth, with the letters GD on his forehead. Creator named him Geometry Dash.
The second was red, with rose-red eyes, and a biohazard symbol on her forehead. Creator named him Plague Inc.
Phew, Creator thought. Two down, forty-eight more to go.
"Shadow!"
That was Fireblade. He always seemed grumpy at times, but he's good company to be with.
"Fireblade," Creator said, "I specifically told you to not call me that."
"Well, too bad," Fireblade said, coming down underground, his shimmering red-gold wings gleaming in the light. "So are you actually doing stuff, or are you just moping about mulling over some eggs?"
"Both," Creator said. "Look! Two dragonets already hatched."
"So what? I still see four dozen unhatched eggs."
"That's not the point. More of them are hatching right now."
Creator was right. Out came Zombs Royale, Solar System Scope, Brawl Stars, 2048, The Battle Cats...You get the point. At last, after little Fire Hero hatched, one absolute-black egg still remained.
Strange, Creator thought, with Fireblade mock snoring in the background. I should have known something was up. It starts black instead of red, and now it refuses to hatch? He summoned up one last animus spell. I enchant this egg to hatch with my anger against its refusal to do it.
The egg abruptly got a large crack.
"Did it work?" Creator asked a bit too excitedly for his comfort.
"You idiot, be patient," Fireblade said. "Eggs take time to hatch."
A black dragonet with red eyes climbed out of the egg.
Another flaw, Creator thought. She's supposed to be red with black eyes. I guess I can't fix this now that she's hatched.
"Who am I?" the dragonet asked in a small voice.
Creator was half surprised. None of his other dragonets ever spoke when they hatched. But this one...it spoke so clearly.
"You're curious," Creator said. "Very nice. I'll call you Netflix."
== Part one-A TechieWing Rises ==
=== Chapter One ===
Netflix
I pushed open the doorway to the main hall.
I could hear one of the rooms making strange noises.
Weird, I thought. I thought only I lived in this fortress. Who could it possibly be?
I headed over to the room and looked inside.
A dragon was chained to the wall, snapping and growling at her chains. She appeared to have flames fore eyes, and for the undersides of her wings.
I stared at her. She reminded me of...well, me.
Wait, I thought. It's...me? But that's impossible!
Is it?
But finally, the dragon spoke.
"Well, well, who do we have here?" she asked. Her voice sounded like mine, but not mine at all. "If you hadn't guessed, I am you, Netflix. Only not you at all. Enjoying life?"
"You probably know already," I said. "How long have you been here?"
"I don't see much point in asking each other questions," Netflix said. "I've been here for about 14 years or so."
"If you are me, then why don't you just teleport out of those chains?" I asked.
"I tried that, but some animus enchanted these chains to keep me here," Netflix said, and flashed an evil grin at me. "You can probably guess who."
I could tell that Netflix was directing this at me. This didn't make any sense at all. How could I imprison myself?
"So what you're saying is," I said. "I imprisoned you?"
"Right," Netflix said. "You probably don't remember that, do you?"
"No."
"I thought so. Besides, both of us know we don't belong here."
"Do we?"
"Yes, we don't. Besides, haven't you observed that? You basically isolated yourself from all the other TechieWings."
That nearly struck me like a bullet. "I wouldn't say other," I spat. "All of them are equally bad. I can't imagine what it's like to even be one of them."
"That's the spirit," Netflix said with a grin.
"Was there even a spirit in me to begin with?" I snapped.
"Good point," Netflix said. "You're right. For once."
All my anger bubbled up to the surface. All my anger against the TechieWings, how I seemed to come out wrong, how I didn't belong here, and how The Creator and the others have kept so many things away from me. I was so angry that I had to leave the room.
I spent the rest of the day with a million thoughts all bouncing around my head at once.
Why did I come out "wrong?"
Why does it feel like I don't belong here? I'm a TechieWing, right?
Am I?
=== Chapter Two ===
Plague Inc
It was night time, and Plague Inc was in a secret place.
So secret, in fact, that only three dragons know where it is.
Those three being Zombs Royale, Solar System Scope, and, of course, Plague Inc.
Only those three. Not Camera, not Dragon City, not even COTL, Twitch, or Portal know where it is. That's a fact.
"Are you finished?"
That was Solar System Scope, nicknamed Triple S, with his impossible eyesight. Triple S had a black hole for an eye, but doesn't tell how he got it. Plague Inc thinks that it helps with his eyesight.
It's easy to underestimate what Triple S can see. He can see in the dark, in bright light, across long distances, through lava and/or muddy water.
Plague Inc scowled at Triple S. The last thing she wanted was to be disturbed by him.
"Almost," Plague Inc muttered, and went back to her work. She was busy making healing concoctions for the gang.
"Good," Triple S said, a bit too casually, like he could pester Plague Inc all day, and left.
I wish poisons were still my job, Plague Inc thought. So my life could be easier and I wouldn't have to sustain an entire gang underground.
She thought about who was in the gang.
There was her, obviously, with consumables and concoctions.
There was Zombs Royale, who isn't really that smart but does his job of bringing in heavy firepower with his RPG. (Don't ask...)
There was Triple S, the scout, who can be annoying at times, but is helpful, if you can get him to cooperate.
There was Geometry Dash, the eldest of The Creator's creations, but still indirectly contributes to the gang.
There was Dragon City (who Plague Inc just calls DC), and Camera, but Plague Inc doesn't know them all too well like the others.
"I finished," Plague Inc called.
"Nice," Triple S's voice said sarcastically.
Plague Inc went over to her bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.
Plague Inc woke to the sound of thunder.
It's raining outside, no doubt, she thought grouchily.
She opened the secret hatch, and started to pull herself out, when she felt something wet, that was not water.
Wait a minute...
She pulled herself up, and was shocked to see what was ahead.
A dragon was lying in the storm, with several long bloody slashes across his body. All it took was one single sign on his forehead that indicated who it was.
GD.
It was Geometry Dash.
=== Chapter Three ===
SSSnaker
SSSnaker, nickname "Snake," never seemed to fit in. He always wondered whether it was The Creator's mistake, or just an intended feature. The truth is that he doesn't have neither arms nor legs, and gets around by "slithering," as his friend Archero called it.
Then again, who on this island would ever be considered "normal?" Snake thought. He decided to head over to the forest to check things out.
As he left his cave, he passed by Archero.
"Hey, Archero," Snake called. "I'm heading out. Want to come along?"
Archero lowered her bow and grinned at Snake. "You know the answer, Snake."
. . .
As they were walking along, Snake asked if Archero ever saw Plague Inc.
She shrugged. "Oh, I don't know... Last time I saw her, she was with Netflix."
"That was six years ago," Snake pointed out.
"Then again, I rarely see Netflix anyways."
"Is she even sane?"
"I don't know."
They silently walked for a while after that.
. . .
While they were walking, Snake was thinking.
WIP
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