TechieWinglet: Invader

"This page could be a possible future winglet. I'd call it Invader. I really hope you like this." -Shadowblaster99
==Prologue==
My name is Netflix, and I have a story for you. You may have heard of Plague Inc, Zombs Royale, Triple S, 2048, or even Stopwatch. I'll walk you through my life, and how I was created, and I'll tell you about thing that I would never tell all those other disgusting TechieWings.
Let's start at the beginning.
EARLIER...
I heard a voice.
"Did it work?"
"You idiot, be patient. Eggs take time to hatch."
I struggled out of my egg, and a bright light opened up to me.
Two dragons were looking down at me, with other little dragonets looking around me, with eggshells scattered around.
One of the big dragons had yellow scales, with red eyes and horns. He was the owner of the first voice.
The other one had black scales, tiny silver teardrop scales next to his eyes, with navy blue eyes and royal blue horns. He was the owner of the second voice.
"Who am I?" I asked.
"You're curious," the black one said. "Very nice. I'll call you Netflix, and you seem to be built different from the others."
"What does that mean?"
"I'll tell you later, little one. My name is The Creator."
===THREE YEARS LATER.===
I walked around. I knew that the world could be dangerous. So I was always careful here.
I was careful, but not careful enough.
You have no idea how long ago this was.
I personally don't like to talk about it. Let's just say that I lost my trust on everyone. The only one I trusted now was The Creator. Nice one.
I built a stronghold for myself during the next six years, and didn't let anyone in except myself.
I collected weapons: swords, knives, throwing stars, grenades...You name it. I even stole from Timer several times. It was just disgusting.
I never had any fun until... You know what.
===The Wirebreak. About 18 years later.===
Roblox just going insane was just so entertaining. Deviant Art was a complete idiot, though. No sense of sensibly killing people.
I didn't care one bit about Taiga. He wasn't even a TechieWing. Heck, I don't have any feelings about anyone except The Creator.
I decided not to help with the killing, because I'm an assassin. Assassins don't kill right in front of other dragons.
Unlike other dragons, The Wirebreak was the best day of my life.
===About 2 years later.===
I asked The Creator some questions about myself. He observed that "you are built different from the others." What on earth was that supposed to mean? The Creator also mentioned that my "brothers and sisters" all represent a characteristic of himself.
I'm supposed to represent his anger.
That's right. Me. A killing machine indirectly beside my dumb brother Zombs.
My life didn't get any better after that.
Especially when I found what was hidden in my fortress.
Or should I say who it was.
==(I)==
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?
=={II}==
I thought about this question for a while. I didn't understand what was going on.
I don't even know my own tribe? I thought. What? This doesn't make sense.
I'm starting to forget my identity. Great.
I started to calm down. How had I flared up so violently? Am I losing myself? After all, I am an animus...
And then it hit me. I don't belong here because I am not a TechieWing. Well, not fully TechieWing.
This realization struck me like a bullet. Plague Inc says that my DNA says that I'm a TechieWing, but I'm not?
Wait a second.
I'm a TechieWing, but Netflix...
Isn't a TechieWing.
It was like the whole world was flipped upside down and got mashed up into something completely different.
So Netflix and I are the two different parts of my being. I'm the TechieWing, and Netflix is...uh, whatever she is.
Wait. Since I sort of snuck Netflix in here, I feel like...
You feel like what?
This response pounded so hard in my skull that I staggered backward.
Netflix? I thought.
Yeah, it's me. So you feel like what?
I was so surprised. Netflix can talk in my head.
I couldn't process so much information at once. my brain shorted out.
Er... I feel like you're an invader to the TechieWings, I responded hesitantly.
Netflix barked a laugh. Ha! You could say that, in some sense. But I'm not here to harm anyone.
Something about this response said that Netflix was lying, but this was far too much information for me. I fainted on the spot.
== [III] ==
I woke up to a bucket of cold water splashed on my face. I got up, sputtering, and looked around.
I was in the same room, but with an empty bucket hovering over my face. I swatted it away.
Netflix! Netflix shouted in my head. Earth to Netflix!
All right, all right, I'm awake, I said groggily, rubbing my eyes. How long was I out?
Oh, not very long, Netflix said. Just one day.
I was out for the whole day? I asked.
Yeah. Netflix said. I could sense her obnoxious grin behind that word. I enjoyed enchanting a water bucket to dump water on you. It was fun.
Yeah, yeah, very helpful.
I sense sarcasm.
Anyways, how much information do you even have about me?
Oh, not much, Netflix says, a bit too casually for my liking. Basically everything I told you yesterday.
Oh, well that's just great, isn't it?
Yeah. Netflix is obviously grinning again.
How can you talk in my head?
Isn't it obvious? We're both the same being. Of course we can talk to each other. Listen, if you want to talk, come over to my room.
Okay.
I make my way over to Netflix's room, and find her still chained up.
"Well, here we are again," Netflix says.
"Yeah." I think about yesterday, when I first met, well, myself for the first time
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