MSPA fan-fiction

[Solaris]

Okay, this is gonna seem stupid to all of you who weren't in Clorinspats' live stream at the time I posted this, but I had written an MSPA fan-fiction, which is to say... I've written fiction about two MSPA fans.

Does this count? o:
Also, I have obtained their consents to post this, so enjoy this marvolous short story~ (Please ignore the capslock, I was very excitable at the time)
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SOO ONCE UPON A FORA, THERE WAS A LADY, AND THIS LADY'S NAME WAS CLORINSPATS. NOW CLORINSPATS, ALTHOUGH HAVING MIULLIONS OF FANS, WAS A LONLY LONLY LONLY POPSICLE STICK PERSOON. BUT A LONG WHILE AFTER SHE JOIN THE MSPA FORA...

HER PRINCE OF HER DREAMS HAD MET HER... ONLINE

AND CLORIN
(WITHOUT THINKING)
ONLY SAW HIS NAME AND DECLARED DM'S BONE BULDGE TO BE HERS, AND EVERYONE WAS OKAY WITH IT (AS WE WERE WITH MANY MANY THINGS). BUT CLORIN, WHO ALMOST HAD HE RLIFE PERFECTLY, HAD ONE PROBLEM: SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE FLYING FDUCKASAURUS DM LOOKED LIKE! NO MATTER HOW SHE DREAMED HIM UP, AS A SLUGGISH LOSER THAT LOVED THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE OR THE BURLY, STRONG MEN WHO KNOW LITTLE ABOUT COMKPUTER THAT -LOVED- BEING STRONG, SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE THING OF THE RIGHT ONE.

SO ONE BEAUTIFUL MORNING, SHE DECIDED, "TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT I SEE MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR." SO, WHEN DM CAME ON THE SAME NIGHT, ONE FAMOUS QUOTE SPEWED OUT OF CLORIN'S CORN-HOLE

"PICS, MOTHERFDUCKER."

AND DM, IN ALL OF HIS WITTERY, SAID "lol too lazy :9" BUT CLORIN PERSISTED - EVEN TO THE POINT OF BEGGING FOR A PICTURE! AND SO DM SAID, "brb," WHICH ARE USUALLY THE FAMOUS LAST WORDS IN ANY RELATIONSHIP. AFTER A MILLENIA PASSED BY THAT CLORIN WAITED FOR HIM, DM CAME BACK WITH PICTURES OF HIMSELF AND DM WAS -IN FACT- SUPER SEXY,

SO CLORIN AND DM MARRIED ON THE SPOT!
FOREVER.


theeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeend

tru fax, btw

I dub this wonderful short story
Clor-inlove

[Bardic Feline]

Twue WUV!!

MAWWIAGE! MAWWIAGE IS WHAT BWINGS US TOGETHEW, TODAY! MAWWIAGE, THAT BWESSED AWWANGEMENT, THAT DWEAM WITHIN A DWEAM!

[clorinspats]

dMxcS OTP
FOREVER
♥♥♥

[Roflstilzken]

I dub this wonderful short story
Clor-inlove

BRB, USING YOUR TITLE AS THE TITLE OF THE STORY

[Solaris]

BRB, USING YOUR TITLE AS THE TITLE OF THE STORY

MAWWIAGE! MAWWIAGE IS WHAT BWINGS US TOGETHEW, TODAY! MAWWIAGE, THAT BWESSED AWWANGEMENT, THAT DWEAM WITHIN A DWEAM!

dMxcS OTP
FOREVER
♥♥♥

INTERNET MARRIAGE IS THE BEST MARRIAGE

[Orange]

Oh god.

LONLY POPSICLE STICK PERSON made me absolutely lose my shit. I have no idea where my shit is. It's just, GONE.

HILARIOUS. JUST SO HILARIOUS.

(I am somewhat glad I have not yet been implicated in Red Pen's or ClorinSpats' gigantic fora marriage. On the other hand, a little sad too.)

[Solaris]

Oh god.

LONLY POPSICLE STICK PERSON made me absolutely lose my shit. I have no idea where my shit is. It's just, GONE.

HILARIOUS. JUST SO HILARIOUS.

(I am somewhat glad I have not yet been implicated in Red Pen's or ClorinSpats' gigantic fora marriage. On the other hand, a little sad too.)

Really?
I am sure that I somehow roped you into this....
Eh, I am positive that it will somehow occur naturally soon enough.

[Bardic Feline]

Yeah, I was pretty certain I was one of the only ones who wasn't...ummm...isn't...involved in the gigantic e-marriage. Mostly because I hadn't posted any fic yet when the subject first came up.

Speaking of which, I really should try to finish that thing. XD I temporarily lost motivation after the whole "apologize for being a cripple" update (felt too guilty to write even one side Vriska/Tav), but the rocket chair updates have restored it. PCHOOOOOOOOO!

[PaulPower]

Hey look, a surprise part 3 for Friends Who Haven't Met Yet, a title that suddenly doesn't make sense any more. Set four months later, on John's birthday. Kind of a short part, but I'm hoping it'll lead into something bigger dreambot

Friends Who Haven't Met Yet

Part 3: Showtime

Months in the future, but not many...

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It had been a pretty good eighth birthday so far, John thought. Rose and Dave had already wished him a happy birthday: Jade hadn't come online yet, but it was probably still night-time where she was. But he couldn't put it off much longer - he could hear his dad pacing around downstairs, more excited to get to present opening than he was.

But even then, that wasn't as bad as he'd been expecting. Once you got past the ridiculous number of cakes that were hanging around threateningly, there really were some nice presents: some cool movie posters, a couple of programming books, a biography of his favourite magician Harry Anderson, some neat fake arms for practical joking...

"And oh yes, there was one other present in the mail..."

Dad went back into the kitchen and returned with a flat, green package, bearing the label "To: GT, From: GG".
"It must be from Jade!" John said. "Aww... she shouldn't have..."
"Well, open it up then," Dad encouraged.
John ripped open the green paper, and pulled out a book. "Learn to Play Piano - Book 4. Book 4? That's a bit... well, advanced for me."
"Oh I don't know, John," Dad reasoned, "I reckon you're making good progress. You're through Book 1 already."
"Yeah, but that's Book 1. And Book 2's going okay, but... Book 4..."
"Well, if it's a bit much for you, you can always keep going with Book 2 and get to Book 4 eventually."
"I guess. Still, I guess it's neat that she thinks I'd be on to Book 4 already. Heck, it's neat she sent me a present at all!"
"Yes, it's the thought that counts. Anyway, do you want some cake?"

John looked around at the cakes. Well, why not. He hadn't had breakfast yet, after all.

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John entered the study to do some piano practice. After a few quick tinkles of "Happy Birthday To You", he looked over at his sheet music collection. The plan was to continue with Book 2, but... Jade's present was sitting there expectantly, waiting to be read and played.

Oh well, what the heck. Wouldn't hurt to try. It was Jade's birthday present, after all. She reckoned she could handle this. She believed in him.

John opened the book at the first song, "Showtime". 3/4 time... ugh, three flats. He started to pick out the right-hand notes. Eb... D Eb F... Eb F G... Ab Bb... oh heck, then a double note... and then a sudden drop down to... was that C? Ugh. Start again. Eb... D Eb F... Eb F G... Ab Bb... just play the top note of the double note for now, G Ab... yes that was C, C F G... Bb Eb F... D F G... F Eb... oh hey, then back to D Eb F... Eb F G...

This wasn't so bad. Okay, so he hadn't added the left hand in yet, and it seemed like there was an awful lot of pages of music to go, but he was getting there. He'd work at it. Probably an idea to go back down to Book 2 for now, but he'd make sure to keep putting stuff from this book into his practice routine.

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After practice, John went back upstairs to see if Jade was online yet. She was indeed, and she'd sent him a message.

GG: hi john happy birthday!!!
GG: did my present arrive?
GT: hey jade!
GT: yeah it did, thanks!
GT: you really didn't have to me send anything though...
GG: well you sent me a present!
GG: its only fair :D
GT: yeah i guess.
GT: i think you've overestimated me a bit with book 4 though!
GG: well i had to send the present months ago so itd get to you today...
GG: i mean i ended up sending it only a week or so after we started chatting to each other!
GG: so i just took a guess at the level youd be at
GG: seems like i need to get better at guessing...
GT: nah, it's cool, really.
GT: i had a go at one of the songs just now.
GT: it's a bit tricky but i've made a start!
GT: it's been a nice birthday so far.
GT: dad's gone and baked too many cakes, as usual.
GT: but other than that, fun times.
GT: anyway, how are things with you?
GG: oooh as it happens grandpa says hes got a late birthday present for me too!!!
GT: wow, four months is pretty late.
GT: any idea what it is?
GG: not really hes been keeping it a secret!!
GG: but he says it should help me remember some of my dreams...
GT: oh hey, neat.
GT: i hate it when i wake up in the morning and the only thing i can remember is that i must have eaten a lot of cheese the previous night.
GG: hehehe!
GG: yeah i know!
GG: but grandpa seems to think my dreams are important somehow
GG: so i guess ill see!
GG: oh hey i think hes going to show it me now!
GT: cool, i guess i'd better go have a look at some of these programming books or something.
GT: have fun!
GG: you too!!!

[DocBeard]

Paul, I know that reference is to the dreambot, but man all I can think of is little eight year old Jade shuffling down the stairs to find her grandpa stuffed and mounted with a big green bow on it.

[kmsumrall]

And We Come to an End (Part 3)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
(Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

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“What is that motherfucking smell? It’s like nature without all the plants, yo.”

“That’s... blood, Gamzee. Her blood.”

“Blood smells? That’s a miracle. Always thought she was a nice smelling motherfucker.”

The trio entered the room, although Tavros needed help getting his wheelchair over the door frame. Bits of clothes and bottles of dye were strewn around the room haphazardly. Kanaya liked to sit in the middle of the chaos and soak in the fashion energy before creating a new design. She said she found it relaxing

“Only energy now is death...” Nepeta muttered to herself.

“So, uhh, why are we here?” asked Tavros nervously. They hadn’t seen the body yet but he already looked ill.

“I need your help to find clues and the stuff. Tavros, I know you and Kanaya used to chat a lot about things and... her, I guess. And Gamzee, you helped her make that garden before that team of ogres burned it down.” Nepeta sighed. “I wish we could still build stuff with sGrub.”

“I wish Tinkerbull had stayed around after the uhh, fight with the denizen.”

“Yeah...” Nepeta shook her head. “We’ll have to set up a rememberaday later, alright? Anyone see anything out of place or missing?”

“Some motherfucker over here lost a face,” Gamzee said, leaning over the desk.

Tavros gulped hard. Nepeta gave him a concerned look. “I’m ok.... The, uhhh, door isn’t broken. Maybe she, uhh, let them in?”

“She lets everyone in. You know, she is all... was nice like that.”

“Oh yeah...”

“Some nonchill troll broke this scissors. Motherfucking miracle, those things were strong.”

“Let me see those.” The clown worshiping troll handed them over and walked to the backside door. “These are covered in green...” Realization dawned and Nepeta threw them away. The scissors stuck into the wall with a twang.

“They cut off her face with those!” cried the cat girl. It was all too much. She fell to her knees, face in her hands. After a moment, Tavros reached over to comfort, but she batted him away.

“No,” she said through sniffles, “I’m the Detecicatour. I have to... I am strong. D-detached.” Nepeta shakily got up and walked to the body. “If I am going to help her I need to be... less emotional.” She inspected the remains closely. “They to-took her insides out. Looks r-ripped out... Not cut.”

Tavros covered his mouthed and wheeled back to the entrance, bumping hard across the threshold. Nepeta moved to follow when Gamzee got her attention.

“This motherfucking door is locked, you know what I am sayin?”

“Yeah, I do. Lets get out of here.”

Outside Tavros was breathing very heavily. He took out a small device and breathed in deep. After a few inhales he look calmer.

“Are you alright now?” Tavros gave a weak nod. “Ok. Did either of you see Kanaya at dinner? Before? After?”

“Uhhh... Sorry, I don’t know. I was looking at, uhhh, someone else.” Tavros looked down at this shoes. “See, I-”

“I saw that motherfucker. She was dancing with some frog and a crab and being all dripping some motherfucking miracle elixir all over the place.”

“Thanks for that, Gamzee. You go ahead and head back to your room. Lock the door.” The troll nodded and wandered off. “Tavros, I need to talk to Vriska next. Are you ok going in with me? I think I need someone there just in case she tries something.”

“Uhhh, do I have too? I get all nervous and she keeps uhhh, trying to do stuff to me. Yesterday she tried to give me extra food but I, uhh, didn’t take it. And she might try to control one of us to, uhhh, hurt the other...”

“Oh bother.” Nepeta sat on the floor. “Think think think... What we need is something that can keep an eye on us but she can’t control... Aradia would work, but I should question her before letting her help... Sollux could whip up a little spyfly thingy, but he is the same as Aradia right now.” Nepeta looked up at Tavros. “Hey, I got an idea! Do you still have those cute little animals around? I remember Horsaroni and Turtellini...”

“Uhh... I let them all go?”

“Nu uh! I smell them all over you! Why are you hiding them?”

“Uhhh, if I did have them I might, uhh, have to hide them cause we don’t have enough food and, uhhh, the others kinda wanted to eat them...”

“Look, we need all the help we can get.” Nepeta took his hand and looked into his eyes. “Please?”

Tavros looked flustered. “Uhh, uhh... ok. For you. What do you think we need?”

“Ok, I got a plan and here it is. I’ll go talk to Vriska by myself. But it’s a ruse. You’ll send in a sneaky animal friend and watch, make sure nothing all bad happens.”

“Yeah, that could, uhh, work. Baticotti is small but she could, uhh, distract Vriska, I guess.”

“Great!” Nepeta clapped her hand and gave Tavros a quick hug. “Lets go!” She ran down the hall as Tavros started to speak. He sighed and wheeled after her.


“I was wondering when you’d get here so now you are late. Late! You need to do that thing you have to do and find me not the killer so I can find the real killer already!”

“Hold on. Just ‘cause you say you’re innocent doesn’t mean you didn’t do it!”

Vriska stated pacing around the room. “Look, she is dead ok? Let me work my magic and find her killer! See, I was being a good girl and sitting here like a useless larva waiting for you to get here so I can goooo!”

“Well why should I? How can I trust you? You tried to kill Tavros!”

“Just that one time!”

“You killed I don’t know how many trolls in Flarp-”

“I had to feed my lusus and Terezi helped so if you are going to blame anyone you shou-”

“Oh like that’s any better! At least Terezi mostly got better! You kept doing that stuff! You made stairs for Tavros, took away Gamzee’s sopor slime-”

“He needed it taken away! Did you see what it was doing to him? He could barely even-”

“He almost died! If it wasn’t for Kanaya he would have gotten killed! You just wanted to see him squirm! And don’t forget that broken rocket chair-”

“Hey! I might have messed up with that other stuff and done things the wrong way but I did not give him a bad code for that rocket chair! Tavros lied!”

“Sure, blame the victim.”

“I’m NOT! It worked perfect until we all started getting together! Think about it, did you even see it fail? No! He wandered away before that battle with that denizen and came back crawling! I even offered to carry him until we could make another but nooooo! He wanted to fuss and whine and bitch and moan about how horrible I was even though I was trying! I was trying to be good and help but I kept doing it wrong and messing up! You didn’t hear about the stuff that went right, did you?! I didn’t have to give Tavros the rocket code but I did! I helped Sollux figure out how to subtract stuff with alchemy! I spent my entire fortune getting CA out of that Dersian jail! I gave my literal arm to exile the Queen! Kanaya understood me! She helped me, did so much for me! She was my- my only- she and I- my soul- my-my-my...” Vriska trailed off and turned to face the wall. Nepeta thought she heard a sob. “Yeah, I’ve done a lot of bad thing and I keep making mistakes. Sometimes I keep doing bad things. But I would never-NEVER hurt Kanaya. Never.”

Nepeta put a hand on the troll’s shoulder. Vriska held it gratefully. “What happened?” asked the cat girl.

“It was back when we started this mess. I got thought my gates, trying to stay ahead. Stay alone. I didn’t need anyone, why team up? I had everything I needed right in my home and could make it better easily and use other people’s stuff to keep making it better. She was waiting for me. Kanaya didn’t say anything. All she did was hand me a note and a.. thing. I still have both. Here, look in this.”

Nepeta took the offered 8-ball and gave it a shake. Slowly the inside die came into view. She nearly dropped the ball when she saw what was inside.

“The note,” continued Vriska, “said ‘I trust you’.”

“This is-”

“Yeah.”

“Did you and her-”

“Not at first. But we did. She saw the real me, and I’ve been trying to live up to that since. But that’s why I couldn’t have killed her and that’s why I can’t let you see what I’ve seen. And that’s why I’m going to go find out who did this to her!” The troll with the robotic arm stood up quick, clenching and unclenching her fist. She started for the door.

“No! Listen, I know you are upset and I kinda do believe you but no one else will! If you start messing around in the other’s heads then you’re going to get killed too!”

Vrika turned around, fire in her eyes. “Well what else can I do?!”

“Let me get Equius, ok? He’ll get that movie thing and I’ll watch it. Just for this day, just me seeing. Then you can help me find the real killer!”

“Fine. And then-”

“Then what?”

Vriska gave Nepeta an icy grin. “And then give that troll a stern talking to.”

I didnt actually figure out indent. Sad face. Anyways, Part 3 was actually a lot long but I realized while typing it out this was the only place I could end this section.

[Tenebrais]

Man, this mystery is intense! Keep it up, I can't wait to see how it resolves. Vriska crying over Kanaya's death was done very well, I think. You've pretty well got a handle on her personality.

[kmsumrall]

Man, this mystery is intense! Keep it up, I can't wait to see how it resolves. Vriska crying over Kanaya's death was done very well, I think. You've pretty well got a handle on her personality.

Thnaks, that's good to hear. Vriksa was the part I was most worried about. I know authors shouldn't explain their work, but I dropped some clues to her not being a huge bluh bluh bitch.

[Tenebrais]

It's pretty accurate. She's complained in the comic about not being able to make up for some of the terrible things she's done.

[Sushi Database]

(Part One)
(Part Two)
(Part Three)
(Part Four)
(Part Five

Shenanigans, part six

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TG: okay im up
TG: im awake
TT: What happened with the dinner? You said you were going to message me when you got back.
TG: oh yeah uh
TG: sorry i forgot and fell asleep
TT: Really.
TG: yeah i was all tuckered out
TT: It didn't occur to you that maybe I thought you were walking into a den of ravenous vipers?
TT: That maybe I might be worried, and might be waiting for you to confirm that you were alright?
TG: whoa clingy much?
TG: whats the big deal i usually dont check in for days at a time
TT: Setting aside the rudeness inherent in that statement, the "big deal" is that I thought you might need me to launch some kind of... ill-fated rescue mission! So convinced was I of this eventuality, a notion brought on by your last words to me, that I waited all night on the off-chance that being awake could help the situation!
TT: I realize that this grand campaign of yours has been going on for some time for you but for me it has been about two days now, and usually I hear reports from you every few minutes.
TT: But since last night: nothing! Nothing from any Daves! Do you see how a sudden, completely random communications blackout, after two days of constant pestering, might be disturbing?
TT: As a result I am grumpy with sleep deprivation, and am currently yelling at you!
TG: whoa
TG: okay i fucked up
TG: sorry
TG: lets just try to put this unpleasantness behind us
TG: i need to go to hephaestus' forge today
TT: I thought you were already in the Forge of Hephaestus.
TG: well yeah i guess that's the name of the town
TG: but i mean the actual place where hephaestus does his forgeries
TT: You don't really know much about blacksmithing, do you?
TG: i freely admit that i do not
TG: because i am not a huge dork like you or egbert
TT: You are so a huge dork.
TG: nuh uh take it back
TT: Go help Hephaestus with his forgeries, Strider. I'm not done being annoyed with you.
TG: ok i'll pester you if there's a problem
TG: peace

turntechGodhead has ceased pestering tentacleTherapist


The Forge of Hephaestus was pretty easy to find. It was the huge, glowing temple that all the other Daves made a point of avoiding. From the outside it sort of resembled one of those frog temples they kept finding scattered throughout the Medium, but with the frogs knocked off. As Dave headed towards it, he could feel the others eyes on him. Most of them looked the same, but he knew they knew he was that Dave. The Dave who still had a timetable, the Dave from this session. The Dave brazen enough to walk in and challenge Hephaestus.

oh hell yes i am that dave. there is some delirious biznasty shit in this town and i am going to find some fucking answers

recognize, bitches

As he climbed the stairs he could feel the temperature rising. The village was mostly pretty cool compared to the rest of LOHAC because the Daves blew their tricked-out alchemized air conditioners constantly. Apparently Hephaestus liked it warmer.

The inside of the temple was a long hall lined with stone pillars and flaming braziers. The hall ended in a massive furnace that Dave estimated was about the size of his bedroom. And looming in front of the forge was the silhouette of a giant man. He was sitting down in something, but even seated he had to be at least eight feet tall. His skin was the color or smoldering embers, and as he got closer he could even see the colors flickering and shifting. Huge beard, made out of fire.

Hephaestus. Had to be. He hadn't responded at all to Dave's presence, but he was conscious. Dave could see his shoulders moving as he breathed. Hephaestus was huge, but not really even the size of a grist ogre. It wasn't about size. The giant rippled with muscles, and had skin made of fire. This was not a grist source. This couldn't be something players were supposed to fight, at least not in the state it was in now. This was... something else. It had to be.

The contraption he was sitting in was no chair, either. Now that he was close, Dave could easily tell that it was some kind of wheelchair. Or perhaps it was more like a wheelchariot. It was even outfitted with a battle prow for ramming and twin javelins on the handholds. And yet still Hephaestus did not respond to his presence.

i could walk away now, he thought. i could walk away and the other daves would ridicule me but not for long, because i'd be one of them. i don't have to fight this... thing.

But if he walked out of this like a scared little kid, then John and Jade would have to stay dead. Once again, he had no choice... not against something like that.

TG: hey rose i need some help
TT: Oh, listen to that. It's the chorus to my favorite song.
TT: Entitled, "I'm Sorry (For Being Such an Asshole)".
TG: well i am sorry for being such an asshole
TG: but we already put that unpleasantness behind us so im just gonna have to carry my secret shame deep inside.
TT: What do you need me to do?
TG: Hephy is awake but he should have noticed me by now and he hasn't
TG: something's off here
TG: i mean he looks terrifying but this isn't a god
TG: he seems more like someones idea of a god.
TG: i want to turn on the streaming video screen so you can see what i see
TT: Oh, wow. That certainly is some kind of fire giant.
TT: That's Hephaestus?
TG: yeah
TT: You're so close... and the other Daves said he killed people who came to him?
TG: they said he sometimes got violent when opposed by violence
TG: so we're not gonna fight it

Dave walked as quietly as possible, but Hephaestus still didn't seem to notice him. He was holding an insanely huge hammer and was using it to carefully tap on some tiny object on his anvil. The hall continued on past the forge a little bit.

TG: okay rad check this out
TG: these symbols all over the walls
TG: uh
TG: do you recognize them
TT: I don't know Prospitian or Dersian, Dave. Least of all any regional languages that may have developed on the individual planets.
TG: im not saying read them jegus
TG: do you recognize any of them, like from stuff you've done
TT: Hmm.
TT: Well, yes.
TT: These are fleur-de-lis.
TG: the boy scout thing, right
TT: Well, I don't know anything about that.
TT: But I recognize them from some of the royal heraldry my insane mother scatters throughout the house.
TT: Presumably an attempt to mock my interest in wizards by presuming a connection between them and the classical medieval settings.
TT: It's very complex.
TG: this is really not the time for that
TG: have you seen fleur-de-lis anywhere in the medium
TT: Well, not exactly. Not in the Medium per se.
TT: But... when John first prototyped his kernelsprite, it spoke in fleur-de-lis.
TG: what
TG: how did it pronounce
TG: what
TT: by making a sounds that resonated with the brain and invoked that image in the minds eye.
TG: you really are becoming more and more like those trolls every day
TG: next you'll be tasting my blood
TT: Rose helps Dave and gets insulted for her trouble; all this and more tonight on: Dave Strider is an Asshole!
TG: okay yeah sorry
TG: its like a reflex
TG: what's this shit

Dave felt around in the darkness against the wall. It felt like... a card? A captchalogue card, sticking out of a slot in the wall. And next to it, another slot, this one empty.

TG: there's a card in here
TG: like sticking out of the wall
TG: should i take it out
TT: Do you have any idea what it's doing there?
TG: not really
TT: Alright.
TT: Well, I'm safe on another planet, so do whatever you think is best.
TG: vote of confidence secured
TG: here goes

Dave pulled out the card.

There was a pause, then a crashing sound from the forge around the corner. Dave peeked around it.

Hephaestus was gone, and had dropped his giant hammer on the anvil, destroying whatever tiny object he'd been working on and putting a crack in his anvil. In Hephaetus' place there was a tall, silver robot with long limbs and a large slot cut through the side of its head. It looked like it was still alive, or operational, or whatever, but it was barely moving.

TT: Dave, I know what that is!
TT: That's a Sburb advanced defense system. They're supposed to be prototyped manually by the Black armies in order to create new enemies specifically designed for us, to slow us down and add an extra layer of mythology to our session. There was one in the underwater city where I found Jaspers, but it had been prototyped already to resemble the Zoological Dubious and Nanna Egbert was especially helpful about it.
TT: But without the prototyping they're just kind of stupid. It wont hurt us but it cant tell us anything.
TG: there were two slots in the wall
TG: it was only prototyped once
TG: if i put the card back in and put another in the other slot maybe it can talk
TG: maybe it'll even know how to get out of this place
TT: Dave, it's hostile. And a second prototyping will make it more coherent, but... I guarantee it will have to perform its main objective, and its main objective is specifically to kill you.
TG: how did you beat yours
TT: There's a level of strategy that the game assumes we'll use against them. Mine was a tentacled monstrosity, but that also made it vulnerable to a certain ruleset of combat. I banished it to paradox space with the Grimoire.
TT: But unless you have something on you that is particularly debilitating to fire giant blacksmiths I dont think that will work, and if you prototype it without that first card he might not even know anything about this village.
TG: okay
TG: this is not the worst thing ever
TG: i can do this
TG: qew809U8
TG: thats the code for the first card he was prototyped with
TG: cant see too well but looks like a cd or something
TG: figure out what all that is about
TG: while i do this

Dave ran back to the wall around the forge and slid the first card back in its slot. He heard a confused roar from around the corner. Okay, here goes nothing. He drew the RED SPHERICAL SALUTES from his deck and inserted the card into the second slot.

An immense light filled the hall, and the roar became booming laughter. "DAVE STRIDER, YOU FOOL! YOU HAVE ONLY SEALED YOUR DOOM!"

well gee, dave thought, i really hope not

On to Part Seven...

(so uh thanks for all the nice things that have been said and sorry i haven't really been commenting on others' stories; I'm kind of obsessed with this story to the exclusion of all other concepts right now. :O I mean heck Tavros got a flying rocket chair last night and I barely batted an eye. There should be like two or three more parts and then I'll be able to think about other things again.)

[Orange]

Haha, YES. That was a pretty good chapter, Sushi. Still likin' it. can't wait to read the next bit.

(Also, the ending line was a riot, frankly. Just imagining Dave, seemingly nonplussed, going "Gee.")

[boper9]

Lookit dis sappy bullcrap.
Seriously shippy nonsense.


Feeling Blue

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She drummed her fingers on her desk without even thinking of it. Metallic clicks mingled with her occasional huff of breath to dust the messy room with sound. She’d been used to the coordination of the mechanical arm for weeks now, marveling at the way she could now shake oracular spheres for hours. She’d exhausted her list of questions, even the most mundane and silly ones. At least she now knew that a pirate hat would be an unwise investment. Troll pirates had rarely ever needed them except for the more ruthless ones that snuck about in the daylight.

She had also exhausted her list of friends to FLARP with. The accident had gotten rid of her regulars, and many of the serious FLARPers who had yet eluded her grasp only strayed online in the wee hours of dawn. Her other hand pressed into her cheek, her eyes unfocusing as she stared at her dead and decaying trollslum. Terezi was online, and so was Karkat. But arguments only got her fired up, and in the middle of the night, there wasn’t much to do with any more pent up energy. She had too much as it was.
Tavros was also online, but away. Probably playing that grubby Fiduspawn shit again. She could troll him, but he kept clamming up when she tried to rub his new condition in his face. It was like he was pretending she hadn’t even done anything to him. That was even more infuriating than an argument.
Her mouse hovered over the name, her metal digits now stilled and drifting towards the keyboard, and her eyes back in focus at the screen.

Vriska stood up. She would go see what her lusus was up to. Things ran smoothly when the beast was well fed. She anxiously took the steps down to the web-encircled platform, sometimes taking two at once. She’d also gotten used to one-eyed depth perception, mainly by falling down said stairs a few times.
When she reached the platform she was bathed in warm, damp air. Her lusus was napping to conserve energy, snoring as well as she could with her invertebrate respiratory system. Vriska felt the urge to pet her finally peaceful mother’s mandible, but quelled the dangerous thought. Her lusus loved a live meal, and had keen reflexes to prevent sleeping through the tantalizing death throws.
The scene made her almost want lie down herself -sleep through the boredom of the empty night. But she cringed, her shoulders automatically shifting farther up into her mess of hair. Kanaya already had enough meddlesome interest in her, no need to become associated with those fictional day-walkers the virgo was obsessed with. She approached the window that framed her doomsday device. From that angle, she could see the full moon, feel the cool breeze filtering in. She could also see the lights in her neighbor’s window, shining low and steady without the flicker of any welding torch or the dancing shadows of an involved cage match. He was probably as bored as she was. He was not as easily frustrated at the injustices of life as she was, but stalking a ghost could dry up even his sweat glands.

Equius jolted awake, intact horn knocking a side panel loose from his computer monitor. The robot horn he’d been rewiring crumpled like foil in his hand. He threw it aside with little attention to it, memory racing back and reminding him of his vigil. She was so dedicated to whatever this cause from beyond was that there was no telling when she’d be online. Of course, she was so calm and austere now. He could feel the perspiration rebuilding at the base of his skull just trying to pin down something that would be important enough to troll her about. He almost didn’t want to sit there again, staring, frozen in front of his screen while she conducted business online, then promptly signed off. The perfect way a noble should use a computer, instead of running it until its cooling gland hissed and wheezed angrily at the prolonged lurking. Another rock his his window and he flinched again, recognizing it as the trigger he had awoken to. He pushed himself up off his desk, acting like anything involving muscular activity was a chore. Sometimes even he condescended to roleplay like the commoners beneath him, but only when he was alone and unable to shame himself should he be doing it wrong. Trudging over to the window, he saw the only other troll of his age around for a large distance. He took a moment to notice her different style of dress before opening the window. Of course who was she to stop throwing stones until asked, so before she expertly flung another stone into his respite block, he leaned out, hair slickly following his motion a moment later.
“VRISKA YOU ARE FAR TOO LOW ON THE SPECTRUM TO BE THE FIRST ONE THROWING STONES.”
“I’M SOOOOOOOORRY, BUT I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THIS HARSH WIND! COULD YOU STOP BEING SUCH A WINDBAG AND GET DOWN HERE?”
Equius retreated and rubbed at his temples as gently as possible. If she was going to stretch out her words in such a ‘cute’ manner he’d rather she wasn’t also screeching them. He crawled up onto the window ledge, back of shirt just lightly dragging against it in his crouched position, and launched himself forward.
Vriska casually side-stepped out of his trajectory, watching with a mildly amused expression as he rolled away along the ground, his hair flying out and flapping against the dirt like a limp flag. He easily stood up from his curled position, walking back over to Vriska while meticulously dusting himself off.
“Wow, there has goooooooot to be a more classy way to exit your exclusive little tower.”
“This strength is the right a of a true royal. No reason not to use it when one can.”
“Good to know you feel that way!”
She punctuated the statement by shifting her weight and canting her hips at a new angle. Equius took notice of the metal frizbee in her robotic hand, the light gray shorts, and following the legs down like arrows, the picnic laid out clumsily beneath her.
“-Because we’re going to have some fuuuuuuuun!”
She handed him the disk: it was heavy enough to actually feel like something in his hands.
“I suppose a spot of athletics and taking in some moonlight would be appropriate for a blueblood...”
Hidden behind his cracked shades, he allowed himself a shameful glance up at his window, soft computer light emanating from it.
“... with enough leisure time.”

Vriska grabbed onto the hurtling discus with her robotic hand, her sneakers skipping against the barren ground before she set them apart. Her legs locked in an A, she skidded to a quicker stop, the heavy disk finally falling to gravity and into the support of her grip. She let go with one hand to tuck her hair behind a horn, looking back over her shoulder sneakily at the far away figure that was her neighbor. All of the frantic running she’d been doing in pursuit of the toy had her hair constantly flying into her limited vision, and had her breathing hard and open mouthed. But most of all, it had her mind off her future FLARP predicament, as she liked to keep it labeled. No more rounds would be fun practice with friends, just deadly gambits to get more food for her caretaker. But that was just a moment of thought, one flash of synapse and then back to spinning her body to get enough momentum to cross the span between her and Equius. She let the disk fly, sparks flying from its fleeting contact with the groves of her new fingers. It ascended slowly against the muddy early morning sky, growing marginally smaller until it easily met with Equius’s stern grip.
But that wasn’t Vriska’s concern, her eyes still focusing on the clouds. They were lighter than when they had started goofing around, when, over an hour ago?! She laughed as she looked up from her blackberry at the disk flying on, no signs of stopping soon, yards to her right. She wasn’t even going to bother watching where it fell. Time was growing short.
Equius watched, confused, as Vriska almost skipped across the field of dirt, tiny plumes of it disturbed by each eager step. She wasn’t holding her frisbee, so what had her in such a good mood. He thought about it as she fought her momentum and won, panting and holding onto her knees next to him, and he felt close to a grin himself.
“Come on, let’s dig in!”
He flared out hi hand and opened his mouth, but she caught his confusion before he could launch it.
“You knoooooooow, the picnic I set up? Soon enough it’ll be day, better get on that.”
Equius cast a scathing look at Vriska and past her, to the scant picnic blanket and the pile of eightballs stacked up on it. He knew them to be part of her sylladex, but they didn’t make for the most appetizing display. He followed her towards it, at a leisurely pace with his hands tucked into his pockets. Truly a common thing to do but it didn’t feel like a big issue at the moment.
“Beautiful spot you’ve picked for it, too...”
The sarcasm oozing form his statement was obvious and Vriska’s eyes narrowed as the implications set in. She flopped down, seeming boneless from all the exercise, and sat on the blanket at the edge of the cliff. She looked away from Equius as he sat down, out towards the mountains where light was just beginning to hover on the edge of their silhouettes.
“Hmph! You think I’d be so repetitive?”
She cracked open an eightball, revealing a sandwich cut diagonally. She took one half, gesturing with it for him to take the other. He reluctantly picked it up, he fingers instantly pinching the soft bread and meats flat. It was missing a skewer, a handy invention for a more tidy eating experience. No one could make a sandwich quite like Aurthour.
“Besiiiiiiiides, its not like I have to go to any lengths to piss you off.”
“Try to be more refined with your language, Vriska.”
“Seeeeeeee?”
She was watching him out of the far corner of her remaining eye. He spared her a condescending glare before finishing off his sandwich. Somehow they had the same thing in mind when they sat down, facing towards the horizon that would soon reveal a harsh display of light.
Vriska, upon finishing her sandwich blindly reached from another black globe. It yielded a watermelon, at which Equius began to protest.
“I hope you know which ball contains the silverware and the plates. Which one is the one containing handkerchiefs?!”
Vriska fell into a fit of laughter, wheezing after the exertion of the day. She rolled the melon over to Equius, breaking down again at the perplexed expression he was offering it. He tapped at the surface in confusion, making a few deep dents in the rind.
“What exactly do you expect me to do with this?”
“HahahahaHaha-Ha...ha... Okay I know it’s beneath you but won’t you need to clean filth off you after all this exertion anyway? Besiiiiiiiides, you said you should use your strength whenever appropriate.”
“I doubt this is even-”
“Just crack it open, geeeeeeeeze!”
Equius gave her a grimace, getting a smirk back, and picked up the fruit. He pressed his finger in the center and pulled, the two halves tearing apart like wet paper. Pulp and juice spilled out from the fissure onto Equius and the blanket. He made a sickened noise deep in his throat, but Vriska just continued to cackle at his expense as she snatched one of the ends of the watermelon out of his hand.
“Just enjoy -mph- the hedonism -mpth- of eating it like this. You’re already messy now.”
He noticed she was not sloppily stuffing her face with the metal hand he’d made her. Good. She was at least taking care of the thing, not getting the sticky juice into its joints and circuts.
But she made the most carefree show of digging her hand straight into the pulpy center of the melon, scooping up handfuls, then licking the extra scraps from between her fingers.
Equius started to tentatively copy her actions, through trying to keep a bit more decorum to his actions. As long as he looked more stately than she did, he would give in to this messy style of eating. Especially with how delicious Vriska’s eagerness was making it look.
And it was refreshing, having run about in the moonlight for so long and having none of his lusus’s expertly prepared milk to replenish him. Soon enough he was shoveling down the mush his hands made of the fruit at a pace rivaling Vriska’s.
She looked up, having finished off what she want of the fruit, and immediately went back to laughing. Equius creased his eyebrows at her over the rim of the rind, his face buried in the bowl it made.
“Woooooooow Equius, you really love that watermelon. Should I go ahead and declare you and it matesprits?”
He threw the remains aside, growling sloppily between missing teeth and tensing as he rose to a standing position. Vriska stood to follow him, mirroring his flippant treatment of trash.
“Okay okaaaaaaaay, here! I didn’t know we’d be needing napkins this badly.”
Equius was momentarily confused by her movements until she took off and handed him her grey over-shirt. He looked her over, seeing her for the fist time in a while without all the loose layers of her normal clothes.
She sat back down and he followed slowly, wiping the watermelon and sweat from his face and neck. She smirked at his expression, hitting him on shoulder.
“So, Mr. Regal, notice anything ........ different?”
He angled himself back towards the impending sunrise, breaking eye contact between them.
“Yes. You’re certainly getting taller.”
“Oh? and noooooooothing else?”
She had crawled in front of him, leaning in and getting in his personal space. Her hair fell forward from where she had tucked it behind her horns, brushed lightly on his arms, and further cast her face in a suspicious shadow.
“You ... You are certainly growing into a form befitting your blood.”
“Good thing you don’t hate it, else I’d have to hold it against you.”
She was close enough now he could see her scar of an eye mirroring the other’s expressions behind its mat glass. He wondered if she could see the frantically calculating expression behind his black frames.
This was a dangerous girl.
He was in a dangerous situation.
“No, it’s quite nice in fact. It almost makes up for the uncouth manner you have speaking to me.”
Then her head fell to his chest, forehead pressing at his sternum, and he heard her mumble as she fell into a slanted sitting position in his lap.
“Great, just great ........ Then I wish it would stay like it was, if it makes me harder to hate .... Can’t even get you to hate me ....”
He paused awkwardly in the middle of reaching out to comfort her and calling her on her disgraceful conduct. But he knew what it was like to dislike his own body for being oddly unsuited to his personality, so he settled on lightly placing a gloved hand low in the mess of her black hair. He assumed it felt like a bear hug.
Equius felt at the strands of hair as they worked their way in between his fingers. He found himself imagining what if those tresses were more wavy, curly even. What if the figure leaning on him was a low blood, with a lot more restraint and decorum than the current one.
She muttered something about not acting very classy, and he laughed a little to agree. But the morning had been fun, and no one knew how trashy they had acted, so he would allow it to go unreprimanded for once.
“Vriska, look.”
She felt his arm raise and point, and her head followed it’s motion, her claw horn’s points catching lightly in the material of Equius’s wifebeater. She was too relaxed to raise her head, but she watched, face pressed into him, as the sun rose and made his pointing hand a stark black shape against the bright white star.
“Yeah, that’s what we were waiting for.”

When both of them were sweating from the sun’s heat, they both agreed to call it a day and head in. Vriska stood and stared with disgust at the sticky picnic blanket.
“I’ll have Aurthour clean it up later. No need dirtying our hands with this paltry task.”
From his tone, he was actually making a joke about the mess. It was amazing what good spirits could do to a troll. Vriska made a note to never be so happy around people she didn’t trust again. Just because it had worked out safely this time didn’t mean it was proven safe forever.

They both reached their rooms to find a nasty surprise on their monitors. Seems they had been in demand by the most elusive of trolls during their two hour sabbatical. Their rage, given a physical presence, could have outshone the sun now blazing outside their windows. Needless to say they didn’t talk to each other for weeks.

[northernVehemence]

boper, that was really good! I actually just wrote a story about Vriska and Equius too lol

I need to catch up in this thread too. :/ AUGH why do these things move so fast???

um I guess this story is called Moirallegiance? I don't know. I'm boring.

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Vriska snorted and leaned back from her computer. Equius was an idiot for thinking that he could order her around like that. It might work on Nepeta, but Vriska was close enough to Equius’ own blood color that his commands seemed slightly out of place.

Running her fingers through her matted black hair, she glanced around her room. What could Equius want from her? He mentioned Nepeta...maybe he needed her to mind-control the feral little bitebeast. That thought was enough to send her blue lips curling into a murderous smile.

Briefly, she considered not going over to Equius’ hive, but they lived so close that he would probably just show up at hers if she delayed too long. Then she would have to deal with the angry blueblood, and her place would undoubtedly get trashed. Well, she thought, eyeing the broken Magic 8 balls and dice littering her floor, more trashed than it already was.

It was not like Equius would ever physically hurt her. They seemed to have an unspoken agreement which she guessed could perhaps be called tentative friendship. She knew he worked hard to restrain his freakish mutant strength when she was around, and she was one of the few trolls who didn’t make fun of him. Not to mention he occasionally helped her harvest food for her voracious lusus.

But tonight, her lusus had already eaten and Vriska wasn’t doing anything in particular. She pulled on her jacket and began descending the long staircase leading to her hive, hoping that Equius had finally come to his senses and realized that Nepeta was no more than furry lusus chow.

She made her way over to Equius’ tower, walking deliberately slow. She only went because she was curious about what he wanted, not because he had ordered her, she reasoned. And she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of having her arrive on time.

On her way over, she glanced at her lusus, apparently asleep. Bits of trolls littered her vast, sticky web. What a mess. Maybe that’s where I get it from. Vriska rolled her eyes at the idea that trolls could inherit traits from their lusi, but stored it away to ask Kanaya about later.

Finally, she reached Equius’ room. She opened the door without bothering to knock. As she had expected, he was sitting down, facing the door, just staring at her (she always hated it when he just stared...) Something was different about him. “Equius...what happened to your horn?”

His left horn had broken, just below where it would have widened to form an arrow. It didn’t look like it had been snapped clean off, but rather it had shattered against something. Its edge was sharp and jagged like his teeth, a couple more of which, Vriska noted, were missing.

He ignored her question. “You’re late.” As he stood up and glared at her, Vriska realized that she hadn’t noticed how tall he was for a five-sweep-old before. She supposed the same thing that made him freakishly strong also made him grow -- he was almost a head taller than she was already.

“So what?” she mumbled, her eyes still lingering on his broken horn. Equius noticed her gaze and touched his horn gingerly, before gesturing her to follow him.

“Come with me,” he growled. “It is much more...pleasant outside.” Vriska shrugged and followed him silently. Since when did Equius care about the comfort of his guests? He was certainly acting strangely...but if that meant getting away from the dismembered robots that lay as stark reminders to her neighbor’s unnatural strength, she was all for it.

He led her out a back door that opened up into a small balcony. It looked out on the rocky mesa where they lived, but if she leaned to the right, Vriska could make out one of her lusus’ many white legs.

Equius sat on the edge of the balcony, letting his legs hang over the edge. Vriska grunted as she sat down beside him. “Well, you obviously didn’t bring me here to admire the scenery. What’s this about Nepeta that you wanted?” She turned to face him directly, her eightfold vision focused on his face, which, she noticed, was paler and more drawn than usual. The bluish bags under his eyes were starting to peek out from beneath his sunglasses, and he was starting to sweat. At least that’s nothing new.

Equius didn’t meet her gaze. He stared straight ahead into the dusty sky, his jaw working at forming soundless words.

After a few moments of silence, Vriska started trying to ease into his mind as subtly as possible. She had to avoid detection if she wanted information. If she had charged into his mind like she did with most others, he would have sealed off his mind and that would have been the end of their visit. Having lived for so long in such close range of a mind-reader he had learned a thing or two about protecting his thoughts...but if he was not going to tell her why he had her come out, she would have to find out for herself.

Maybe he wanted Vriska’s vision powers to see into Nepeta’s cave. The thought made Vriska blush and her mental invasion hesitated and trembled in his mind. That was enough for Equius to detect, and he waved her off with a snarl. “Stop, Vriska. I’m not in the mood.”

“Then why did you have me come here? Because I can tell you, I only came because I want to know what you wanted with that flea-infested greenblood. I’ll just leave if you aren’t going to share.” She got up to go, but a hand at the hem of her jacket stopped her.

“Please.”

The word fell out of Equius’ mouth like the first drop of a rainstorm. His hand remained on her jacket, surprisingly gentle. Vriska saw the muscles in his shoulders tense and his wrist shaking from the strain of keeping his grip as slack as he could. With a sigh, she fell back into sitting beside him.

“I need your help.” Equius had her full attention now. Her mind raced. It must have something to do with her mind powers. That had to be it. What else would he need her help for? Anything that a troll can’t do by himself, he has his lusus help him with. Trolls didn’t naturally seek each other out for favors or advice. They were usually solitary creatures.

Equius inhaled deeply. “You and Kanaya have a certain kind of romance between you, correct?” Vriska paused. What did Kanaya have to do with anything?

“Romance? I...Well, I guess so. We’re moirails,” Vriska offered ineloquently. “You know, like we’re fated to...I don’t know, take care of each other, I guess.”

Equius nodded solemnly, still not making eye contact with her. “How did you know that you and Kanaya were in moirallegiance with each other?”

Vriska shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s just always been nice to me. Not a lot of trolls like me, you know, because of my mom.” She indicated one of the legs far below and to her right, now twitching in its sleep. “Kanaya always stuck by me, though, when I’d get angry and stuff.” She glanced at Equius again, who had inadvertently raised his hand to gently rub his broken horn.

“I see. So the only reason you think that you two are moirails is because she was nice to you?” Equius looked sideways at her, clearly skeptical.

“God, no. You don’t get it.” Vriska shook her head. “It’s hard to explain it. When you’re moirails with someone, you just know. Right? Kanaya and I talked about it when we had first met, and she said that she felt really...attached to me. And I felt like that about her. Even though I hate how she’s always in everyone’s business.” She bared her teeth in what they both knew was a meaningless gesture.

“So,” Equius began haltingly, “you both just have a certain bond, from the start?” This time, any hint of incredulity was gone from his voice. Vriska nodded; her eyes narrowed and she grinned, starting to understand why he had summoned her.

“You mean...you and Nepeta?” she asked, trying to refrain from laughing. “Is that what this is about? You think you’re moirails with her?” Equius nodded slowly. “You can’t be serious! Have...” she shook with laughter, “have you made a fursuit yet?”

The thought of Equius running around on all fours and picking at fleas with the cave-dwelling wild troll was too much for Vriska. She laughed out loud, holding her shaking sides as the sounds of her laughter echoed in the rocks around them.

Equius turned and seized her jacket collar, pulling her face close to his. “It’s not funny!” he growled, now sweating profusely and blushing deep blue. Vriska immediately stopped laughing and her breath caught in her throat as he threatened to throw her off the edge of the balcony. From this uncomfortable distance, she could count every cracked and broken tooth in his mouth.

She swallowed hard and looked up to meet his amber gaze. “God. Easy, Equius. I didn’t mean --” But he had already released her and was getting to his feet. She winced as he threw a punch at the wall, cracks spiderwebbing their way over the rock. He did it again and again, and Vriska stayed silent, knowing that Equius’ wall was the one paying penance for her laughter.

When it looked like he had settled down, leaning against the wall and panting, she quietly got to her feet and regarded him with pity. “Equius.” His shoulders shook. “Listen, I...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed.” She swallowed. “But I think that you and Nepeta might really be moirails. I get really upset when others talk badly about Kanaya.”

She bit her lower lip. It was true, it bothered her when Karkat or others insulted her moirail, but she had never reacted like Equius just did. However, she was ready to tell him whatever he wanted to hear just for the sake of calming him down. The last thing she needed was an overly-powerful, irrational, angry Equius on her hands.

He turned to face her, still breathing hard. Vriska wrinkled her nose at the sight of him dripping with sweat and wondered whether his lusus would know to deliver a towel to him. Mustering up all the dignity he could, Equius removed his sunglasses gently and cleaned then on his shirt, before it soaked through. “I accept your apology,” he said stiffly.

They stood there for a moment, Equius pretending to be busy with his glasses and Vriska tensely waiting to see what he’d do next.

“It’s just,” he mumbled, “she’s it. She’s the only one like this I’ll have in my life. She’s my moirail.” The last word skidded out from between his broken teeth, seemingly before he could stop it. He gently put his sunglasses back on and sat back down on the edge, indicating for Vriska to join him. After a moment’s hesitation, she complied. “But of all the trolls, why did it have to be her?” he continued. “She’s too...” his voice trailed off.

“Low-blooded?” Vriska supplied, watching his hand return to his broken horn.

Surprisingly, Equius shook his head. “I don’t even care anymore,” he admitted. “I don’t care that she’s lower than I am. I want to help her set a good example for the others. I want to teach her how to behave like we do. I want to make her better.” He sighed. “I just wish Nepeta weren’t so innocent.” He spoke her name softly, almost tenderly.

Vriska leaned back on her forearms and looked out at the sky, quickly fading in the sunset. “Well, you can’t choose whom you have moirallegiance with. That’s sort of the point -- it’s fate.”

They remained like that for a while, sitting side-by-side and watching the sky darken and the stars gradually become visible.

Finally, Equius stood up. “Thank you for helping me,” he said, all vulnerability gone from his voice. “Your assistance was greatly appreciated.”

He showed her to the door and his lusus bowed as she walked out of his hive. As she walked back to her own hive, she turned to see Equius’ silhouette watching her from one of his windows. Vriska shivered and kept walking.

“Good luck, Nepeta,” she whispered.

[Tenebrais]

Man, those are both so awesome. I want to write a ship fic now.

[Graven_Image]

"YOU HAVE SEALED YOUR DOOOOOM!"

"...Crap."

[boper9]

boper, that was really good! I actually just wrote a story about Vriska and Equius too lol

I need to catch up in this thread too. :/ AUGH why do these things move so fast???

um I guess this story is called Moirallegiance? I don't know. I'm boring.

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CT: D --> Vriska.
CT: D --> I need to speak with you.
CG: Oh my god, are you really still doing th8 stupid arrow thing when you type?
CT: D --> It is not stupid.
CT: D --> Archery is a majestic and noble sport.
AG: Whateverrrrrrr.
AG: aC says you suck at archery.
CT: D --> That is what I need to speak with you about.
CT: D --> aC, not archery.
CT: D --> Is what I mean.
CT: D --> You will join me in my hive in ten minutes.
AG: Fuck you, I’m 8usy.
CT: D --> You will do as I say.

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Vriska snorted and leaned back from her computer. Equius was an idiot for thinking that he could order her around like that. It might work on Nepeta, but Vriska was close enough to Equius’ own blood color that his commands seemed slightly out of place.

Running her fingers through her matted black hair, she glanced around her room. What could Equius want from her? He mentioned Nepeta...maybe he needed her to mind-control the feral little bitebeast. That thought was enough to send her blue lips curling into a murderous smile.

Briefly, she considered not going over to Equius’ hive, but they lived so close that he would probably just show up at hers if she delayed too long. Then she would have to deal with the angry blueblood, and her place would undoubtedly get trashed. Well, she thought, eyeing the broken Magic 8 balls and dice littering her floor, more trashed than it already was.

It was not like Equius would ever physically hurt her. They seemed to have an unspoken agreement which she guessed could perhaps be called tentative friendship. She knew he worked hard to restrain his freakish mutant strength when she was around, and she was one of the few trolls who didn’t make fun of him. Not to mention he occasionally helped her harvest food for her voracious lusus.

But tonight, her lusus had already eaten and Vriska wasn’t doing anything in particular. She pulled on her jacket and began descending the long staircase leading to her hive, hoping that Equius had finally come to his senses and realized that Nepeta was no more than furry lusus chow.

She made her way over to Equius’ tower, walking deliberately slow. She only went because she was curious about what he wanted, not because he had ordered her, she reasoned. And she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of having her arrive on time.

On her way over, she glanced at her lusus, apparently asleep. Bits of trolls littered her vast, sticky web. What a mess. Maybe that’s where I get it from. Vriska rolled her eyes at the idea that trolls could inherit traits from their lusi, but stored it away to ask Kanaya about later.

Finally, she reached Equius’ room. She opened the door without bothering to knock. As she had expected, he was sitting down, facing the door, just staring at her (she always hated it when he just stared...) Something was different about him. “Equius...what happened to your horn?”

His left horn had broken, just below where it would have widened to form an arrow. It didn’t look like it had been snapped clean off, but rather it had shattered against something. Its edge was sharp and jagged like his teeth, a couple more of which, Vriska noted, were missing.

He ignored her question. “You’re late.” As he stood up and glared at her, Vriska realized that she hadn’t noticed how tall he was for a five-sweep-old before. She supposed the same thing that made him freakishly strong also made him grow -- he was almost a head taller than she was already.

“So what?” she mumbled, her eyes still lingering on his broken horn. Equius noticed her gaze and touched his horn gingerly, before gesturing her to follow him.

“Come with me,” he growled. “It is much more...pleasant outside.” Vriska shrugged and followed him silently. Since when did Equius care about the comfort of his guests? He was certainly acting strangely...but if that meant getting away from the dismembered robots that lay as stark reminders to her neighbor’s unnatural strength, she was all for it.

He led her out a back door that opened up into a small balcony. It looked out on the rocky mesa where they lived, but if she leaned to the right, Vriska could make out one of her lusus’ many white legs.

Equius sat on the edge of the balcony, letting his legs hang over the edge. Vriska grunted as she sat down beside him. “Well, you obviously didn’t bring me here to admire the scenery. What’s this about Nepeta that you wanted?” She turned to face him directly, her eightfold vision focused on his face, which, she noticed, was paler and more drawn than usual. The bluish bags under his eyes were starting to peek out from beneath his sunglasses, and he was starting to sweat. At least that’s nothing new.

Equius didn’t meet her gaze. He stared straight ahead into the dusty sky, his jaw working at forming soundless words.

After a few moments of silence, Vriska started trying to ease into his mind as subtly as possible. She had to avoid detection if she wanted information. If she had charged into his mind like she did with most others, he would have sealed off his mind and that would have been the end of their visit. Having lived for so long in such close range of a mind-reader he had learned a thing or two about protecting his thoughts...but if he was not going to tell her why he had her come out, she would have to find out for herself.

Maybe he wanted Vriska’s vision powers to see into Nepeta’s cave. The thought made Vriska blush and her mental invasion hesitated and trembled in his mind. That was enough for Equius to detect, and he waved her off with a snarl. “Stop, Vriska. I’m not in the mood.”

“Then why did you have me come here? Because I can tell you, I only came because I want to know what you wanted with that flea-infested greenblood. I’ll just leave if you aren’t going to share.” She got up to go, but a hand at the hem of her jacket stopped her.

“Please.”

The word fell out of Equius’ mouth like the first drop of a rainstorm. His hand remained on her jacket, surprisingly gentle. Vriska saw the muscles in his shoulders tense and his wrist shaking from the strain of keeping his grip as slack as he could. With a sigh, she fell back into sitting beside him.

“I need your help.” Equius had her full attention now. Her mind raced. It must have something to do with her mind powers. That had to be it. What else would he need her help for? Anything that a troll can’t do by himself, he has his lusus help him with. Trolls didn’t naturally seek each other out for favors or advice. They were usually solitary creatures.

Equius inhaled deeply. “You and Kanaya have a certain kind of romance between you, correct?” Vriska paused. What did Kanaya have to do with anything?

“Romance? I...Well, I guess so. We’re moirails,” Vriska offered ineloquently. “You know, like we’re fated to...I don’t know, take care of each other, I guess.”

Equius nodded solemnly, still not making eye contact with her. “How did you know that you and Kanaya were in moirallegiance with each other?”

Vriska shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s just always been nice to me. Not a lot of trolls like me, you know, because of my mom.” She indicated one of the legs far below and to her right, now twitching in its sleep. “Kanaya always stuck by me, though, when I’d get angry and stuff.” She glanced at Equius again, who had inadvertently raised his hand to gently rub his broken horn.

“I see. So the only reason you think that you two are moirails is because she was nice to you?” Equius looked sideways at her, clearly skeptical.

“God, no. You don’t get it.” Vriska shook her head. “It’s hard to explain it. When you’re moirails with someone, you just know. Right? Kanaya and I talked about it when we had first met, and she said that she felt really...attached to me. And I felt like that about her. Even though I hate how she’s always in everyone’s business.” She bared her teeth in what they both knew was a meaningless gesture.

“So,” Equius began haltingly, “you both just have a certain bond, from the start?” This time, any hint of incredulity was gone from his voice. Vriska nodded; her eyes narrowed and she grinned, starting to understand why he had summoned her.

“You mean...you and Nepeta?” she asked, trying to refrain from laughing. “Is that what this is about? You think you’re moirails with her?” Equius nodded slowly. “You can’t be serious! Have...” she shook with laughter, “have you made a fursuit yet?”

The thought of Equius running around on all fours and picking at fleas with the cave-dwelling wild troll was too much for Vriska. She laughed out loud, holding her shaking sides as the sounds of her laughter echoed in the rocks around them.

Equius turned and seized her jacket collar, pulling her face close to his. “It’s not funny!” he growled, now sweating profusely and blushing deep blue. Vriska immediately stopped laughing and her breath caught in her throat as he threatened to throw her off the edge of the balcony. From this uncomfortable distance, she could count every cracked and broken tooth in his mouth.

She swallowed hard and looked up to meet his amber gaze. “God. Easy, Equius. I didn’t mean --” But he had already released her and was getting to his feet. She winced as he threw a punch at the wall, cracks spiderwebbing their way over the rock. He did it again and again, and Vriska stayed silent, knowing that Equius’ wall was the one paying penance for her laughter.

When it looked like he had settled down, leaning against the wall and panting, she quietly got to her feet and regarded him with pity. “Equius.” His shoulders shook. “Listen, I...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed.” She swallowed. “But I think that you and Nepeta might really be moirails. I get really upset when others talk badly about Kanaya.”

She bit her lower lip. It was true, it bothered her when Karkat or others insulted her moirail, but she had never reacted like Equius just did. However, she was ready to tell him whatever he wanted to hear just for the sake of calming him down. The last thing she needed was an overly-powerful, irrational, angry Equius on her hands.

He turned to face her, still breathing hard. Vriska wrinkled her nose at the sight of him dripping with sweat and wondered whether his lusus would know to deliver a towel to him. Mustering up all the dignity he could, Equius removed his sunglasses gently and cleaned then on his shirt, before it soaked through. “I accept your apology,” he said stiffly.

They stood there for a moment, Equius pretending to be busy with his glasses and Vriska tensely waiting to see what he’d do next.

“It’s just,” he mumbled, “she’s it. She’s the only one like this I’ll have in my life. She’s my moirail.” The last word skidded out from between his broken teeth, seemingly before he could stop it. He gently put his sunglasses back on and sat back down on the edge, indicating for Vriska to join him. After a moment’s hesitation, she complied. “But of all the trolls, why did it have to be her?” he continued. “She’s too...” his voice trailed off.

“Low-blooded?” Vriska supplied, watching his hand return to his broken horn.

Surprisingly, Equius shook his head. “I don’t even care anymore,” he admitted. “I don’t care that she’s lower than I am. I want to help her set a good example for the others. I want to teach her how to behave like we do. I want to make her better.” He sighed. “I just wish Nepeta weren’t so innocent.” He spoke her name softly, almost tenderly.

Vriska leaned back on her forearms and looked out at the sky, quickly fading in the sunset. “Well, you can’t choose whom you have moirallegiance with. That’s sort of the point -- it’s fate.”

They remained like that for a while, sitting side-by-side and watching the sky darken and the stars gradually become visible.

Finally, Equius stood up. “Thank you for helping me,” he said, all vulnerability gone from his voice. “Your assistance was greatly appreciated.”

He showed her to the door and his lusus bowed as she walked out of his hive. As she walked back to her own hive, she turned to see Equius’ silhouette watching her from one of his windows. Vriska shivered and kept walking.

“Good luck, Nepeta,” she whispered.

Radical timing AND story bro!

[love]

Windows: Part 3

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-- apocalypseArisen [AA] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --
AA: i see y0ure fullfilling y0ure purp0se
CG: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
AA: this is the m0st imp0rtant thing y0u will d0 here
AA: y0u are the reas0n we are all here
CG: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
AA: y0u will understand s00n
CG: JEGUS YOU WERE SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE.
CG: NONE OF THIS STUPID CAGEY BULLSHIT.
AA: but we never sp0ke when i was alive
AA: 0h
AA: y0u have been watching the screens
CG: DUH.
CG: I JUST SAW YOURS.
CG: AMAZINGLY YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU USED TO BE ACTUALLY TOLERABLE.
CG: I GUESS I CAN SEE WHAT SOLLUX SAW IN YOU.
AA: wait
AA: what?
AA: ribbit
CG: OH YEAH, YOU TWO NEVER DID MAKE A THING OF IT DID YOU?
CG: HE USED TO NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT YOU.
CG: HE LOVED THE HELL OUT OF YOU.
AA: what
AA: ribbit
AA: i

Aradia stopped responding completely. Karkat wouldn’t have been surprised for her to pause as the revelation hit her, but after a time he decided she must have broken down. And while it was tempting to leave her that way, the imps would get to her and it’d be more trouble than it was worth.

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling centaursTesticle [CT] --
CG: HEY MUSCLEHEAD.
CG: YOU SHOULD PROBABLY CHECK ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND.
CT: D --> Which one?
CT: D --> My morail or my matesprit?
CG: MATESPRIT? ARADIA?
CG: DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH.
CG: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW ROMANCE WORKS.
CT: D --> What other 100ve could tran%end even the boundaries of b100d?
CG: YOU ARE AN IDIOT.
CG: THIS IS AN IMMUTABLE FACT.
CG: LOOK, ARADIA JUST BROKE DOWN OR SOMETHING WHILE TALKING TO ME AND YOU SHOULD PROB ABLY GO CHECK ON HER.
CG: WOULDN’T WANT THAT PRETTY LITTLE BODY YOU BUILT HER TO GET SMASHED UP, WOULD WE.
CT: D --> Is that a threat?
CG: NO, THAT IS A STATEMENT.
CT: D --> Good.
CT: D --> A threat from one such as you w001d be ine%cusable.
CT: D --> I shall find a return node but I fully e%pect to find her in full working order.
-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling centaursTesticle [CT] --

Equius always got on Karkat’s nerves. He just assumed he was a better person for his blood. He didn’t even know what colour Karkat’s blood was! Although Karkat had never pretended his blood was high on the haemospectrum.
Not that he really cared about blood colour. Not really. Never.
Well, this time Karkaat would have the upper hand. He had these screens here. Let’s see something from horse-boy’s childhood.

What was his place in the order again? Oh yeah.
====== > SWITCH 7


Everyone had always been a little bit scared of Equius. He was strong. Far too strong for a four-sweep-old. It was freakish. And, while pretty much every troll is a freak in some way, it’s fear that brings out the worst in children.
He endured their insults. He suffered their slings and arrows. If he were to fight back, his retribution would be hugely disproportionate, and his custodian had taught him better than that. But that is not to say it didn’t upset him.
Sometimes, it became too much. He had to hit something, to hurt something. But he couldn’t attack them. He wouldn’t allow himself. First, he would chase them, and they would run, their laughter ringing in his ears. Then, when he was quite sure they’d lost him, he would go out to the wastelands beyond the village to the secluded area he’d claimed as his own. There, he would break rocks with his fists until he’d calmed down. Aurthour would usually find him out there, and bring him a glass of milk and a towel. He was always grateful.
This was one of those days. He chased, he fled, he found his space. He gathered the largest rocks he could find and shattered them. This was becoming less and less satisfying. Nothing was really lost - they were just rocks. And they didn’t fight back, so there was no challenge. He would have to find something else.
He thought he saw a glint of orange out the corner of his eye, but when he looked, there was nothing.

Later, they came to his house. This was not unusual. They would stand in his lawnring, throwing insults and other things, until he chased them away. Though they did not usually come so soon after already mocking him.
The interminable circus repeated itself once again. He gave chase, though the direction they ran unsettled him. He lost them, though he felt they disappeared from him too deliberately. He went out to his space in the canyon.
They had found it. This space, that was his retreat from the world, That was the one place he felt safe from their taunts. They had found it, and marred it, desecrating it with taunts in blue paint. Musclehead. Freak. Horse-lover. Written in the colour of blood.

Equius snapped. He didn’t care any more what the consequences were - he was out for blood. They had followed him, mocking him from perceived safety. Once again, he gave chase, and once again, they ran, but this time he was not holding back. He caught up with them easily, and pounced on one, grabbing his shoulder. There was a satisfying snap as the skeleton, brittle under his fingers, shattered. The troll screamed and fell to the ground. Equius grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him up, snapping the spine. For once, not just angry fear, but terror was in their eyes. Equius reached for the troll’s head, and crushed his skull with a hand.

There was no longer any laughter. No sign of their cruel mirth remained as they ran for their lives back to the safety of their homes and lusus. But He didn’t care any more. Killing that one had been the most satisfying moment of his life. His hand was coated in yellow blood, and some remnants of brain. Curious. He had blue blood. Why were other people different?
Once his mind was clear, he picked up the corpse. His neighbour would appreciate the gift; she always lamented what a nightmare her lusus was to look after. Vriska was probably the closest thing he had to a friend. Not that that meant much. She just wasn’t one of the ones out there taunting him.

Vriska gratefully accepted the macabre gift, and invited him into her hive. Equius was careful not to break anything. Everything was so fragile to him.
He asked about the yellow blood. She said different trolls had different blood colours. That there was a whole spectrum, from red through to, well, a very slightly purple red. That some trolls considered those on the bluer end of the spectrum to be superior to those on the redder.
“That must be it,” Equius said. “That’s why they mock me. They are inferior. They don’t know better, they just have bad blood.”
“Uh... sure,” Vriska said.
“You’ve given me a lot to think about. Thank you.”


Karkat roused himself from a stupor. This was boring. Except the bit where he killed someone, that was pretty cool. It was interesting to see the stuck-up ass being so emotional. He filed that away under “useful to know” and possibly lord over him later if he ever tried to bring up the matter of blood colour again. Which he knew would happen. It came up every time they spoke.
He’d almost forgotten to press the button. A slimy silhouette of the muscular young troll looking pensive turned into the usual blob of sludge.

a little late, but i really like this part : D
i feel like every part you do for this story is a little better than the last, i look forward to seeing who's next >3<

[Tenebrais]

So I did a ship fic.

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-- grimAuxiliatrix [GA] began trolling arachnidsGrip [AG] --
GA: Perhaps You Can Advise Me On Something
AG: Whaaaaaaaat?
AG: Why do you want my 8dvice on something?
AG: I am terri8le at advice!!!!!!!!
GA: Because This Is Something Of A Personal Matter
GA: You Are The Only Person I Feel I Can Trust With This
AG: Oh.
AG: Okay.
GA: Do You Remember I Told You About The Guide That I Was Following To Support Us
AG: Yeah!
AG: With that really 8rave and resourceful heroine?
GA: Yes
GA: It Turns Out That The Girl Who Wrote It Is One Of The Humans We Are Supposed To Antagonise
AG: What????????
AG: That’s rid8culous!
AG: They’re 8ll weenies 8nd losers!!!!!!!!
GA: I Did Find It Somewhat Disillusioning
GA: And My First Conversation With Her Corroborated That Disillusionment
GA: However
GA: I Have Conversed With Her Nine Times Now
GA: I Realise Why My Initial Opinion Was Mistaken
GA: And I Think She Might Just Be The Kind Of Person I First Thought She Was
AG: So w8.
AG: You’re s8ying she really is a hero?
GA: Possibly
AG: So what advice did you want from me?
GA: Well
GA: Ever Since I First Read Her Guide I Have Looked Up To Her
GA: And In Retrospect I Think I Might Call It
GA: A Crush
AG: Oh m8n!!!!!!!!
GA: What I Want Your Help With
GA: Is That I Think I Feel That Way Toward Her Again
GA: And I Want To Know If She Reciprocates
AG: W8!!!!!!!!
AG: I thought we were exl8sive!
AG: You 8nd me!
AG: J8st the tw8 of us.
GA: You Are My Exclusive Moirail
GA: I Have Come To Accept That As Fate
GA: But That Does Not Mean I Cannot Indulge In Other Forms Of Romance
GA: Particularly This Human Dysfunction Of Amorous Inclination
AG: 8kay
AG: I’m still n8t h8ppy a8out this!!!!!!!!
GA: If You Wish Me To Drop The Matter I Will
GA: You Mean More To Me Than A Potential Relationship With Another Species
GA: I Just Wish To Know If There Really Is Potential
AG: W8ll, ok8y.
AG: I h8ve an ide8.
AG: Why don’t you use that funny timeline thing to contact her in the future?
AG: S8y, ten hours ahead.
AG: And see if she c8lls you her girlfr8nd!!!!!!!!
GA: That Is Actually Quite A Good Idea
GA: Thank You
GA: Beloved Moirail
AG: Wh8t are friends for?
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-- grimAuxiliatrix [GA] began trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] --
GA: Hello Rose
TT: There you are!
TT: I had wondered where you’d gone.
TT: Sweetheart.
GA: Sweetheart
GA: Does This Mean That
GA: We Are In Some Sort Of Relationship
TT: What do you mean?
TT: Of course we are.
TT: Oh, wait, I see what’s going on.
TT: This is past you, isn’t it?
TT: From Before.
GA: From Before What
TT: Before we became a couple, of course.
TT: What was the word you used for it?
TT: Matesprites?
GA: Matesprits
TT: Yes, that was it.
GA: I Find This Difficult To Believe
TT: It took some effort to convince you of my sincerity when it happened.
GA: How Did We Become So Close
TT: You asked me out.
TT: Well, more accurately, you told me that you had loved me for over a year.
TT: Which I find somewhat strange, even taking into account the temporal mechanics of your format of communication.
GA: When Did This Happen
TT: In conversation 10=11.
TT: At least, I think that’s the number for you.
TT: Even you never seem certain on the matter.
GA: It Is Important To Account For All The Uncertainties Of This Mode Of Speaking To Another
TT: I couldn’t have said it better myself.
GA: I Must Admit This Is Exciting To Hear
TT: There’s a lot to be excited about.
TT: I was surprised at how intimate a relationship can be using only a chat program.
TT: If I’d known that I would have tried it long ago.
TT: The alchemiter helps, admittedly.
GA: How Is That Employed In This Field
TT: That’s something I think you’re supposed to find out later.
GA: Well In That Case
GA: Perhaps I Should Get To The Part Where I Find These Things Out
GA: In My Own Timeline That Is
TT: Yes, perhaps you should.
TT: I wouldn’t want to delay that conversation if I had the option.
TT: So I will see you earlier.
TT: I love you. ♥
GA: I Love You Too
GA: I Suppose
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Caution: Ending may result in disillusionment

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-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering arachnidsGrip [AG] --
TT: That was a cruel trick.
TT: Be grateful I deigned to perform it for you.
AG: Of course I’m gr8ful!
TT: Why did you want me to do that?
TT: Do you hate her?
TT: Or is it instead that you’re jealous?
AG: I d8n’t h8ve to tell you that!!!!!!!!
TT: But how can we make any progress this way?
AG: I don’t need to m8ke pr8gress!!!!!!!!
AG: I love Kan8ya
AG: She l8ves me
AG: That is really all there is to say on the m8tter!!!!!!!!
-- arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] --

[Mr Bound]

Nice wham ending, Tenebrais. Well played.

[Graven_Image]

Warning: SICK BURN levels at maximum.