MSPA fan-fiction

[yellowwedge]

Here is the promised ending, though you can consider it "Non-Canon" (if fanfics which are already non-canon can be classed as having canon. Oh dear what have I done!?). I deliberately left the characters vague to allow ya'all to interpret them individually differently.

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I slashed to the left; a vicious uppercut which tore a Shadow Imp in two and left it to burst into a shower of Grist as I turned about and killed another and another. All around me, in a circle, a glittering sea of gemstones over which crawled the never-ending tide of Imps.
Something struck me in the spine and I fell to my knees, supporting myself on one arm as I thrust behind me blindly. I heard a screech of pain and felt an airburst as the creature exploded, and I allowed myself a moment of respite, propping myself up on my sword and attempting to stand. My coat; the magnificent dark blue overcoat my friend had bought me, hung in tatters from my shoulder, and I could feel blood leaking from the wound in my back.

Yet I fought on. One, two and through and through my vorpal blade went ‘snicker-snack’.
Words from a poem I read once, a long time ago; irrelevant thoughts filled my mind as the pain faded to a dull, throbbing sensation and I fell to my knees. Still I gripped my sword, slashing left to right and for a moment the enemy held back: a semicircle of charcoal ringing my failure: their accusing red eyes holding my wide, green ones wherever I looked. This was it. I would go down in a blaze of glory. I would keep killing them until I could not fight any longer.

But before me, amongst the staring faces, I saw some which were smiling, friendly. Familiar faces. Blue and brown eyes. It was them! They were here with me in my final hour. A voice in my ear, drowning out the ticking with her gentle whisper:
“It’s okay. You don’t need to fight any more…”
My sword dropped from blood-slick hands. The circle closed; a tidal wave of tar come to engulf me, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

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Birdsong. Green fields. I was on Brandon Hill; back home in my own city. I blinked; the sun was dancing on my face, and above me was a pure, untainted blue sky. I felt someone sitting behind me: our backs pressed together and as I tilted my head back, she did too. I smelt her perfume. It was her. The one I’d played the game with.
“So what happens now?” I asked, half-turning my head.
“What do you want to happen?” She replied. I felt her elegant, pianist’s fingers tracing a pattern on my hand. Her touch was cool and soothing. I looked down at her pale hand. She had a tattoo which I didn’t remember: a green spirograph? Before I could take it in, she pulled her sleeve to cover it.
“I want to go home.”
“Then let’s.”
She took my hand and we stood; strolling along sun-warmed paths to the park gates.

-

In the sun-drenched streets, not a soul was to be seen as the two figures trudged away, and in the sky above them, a single Spirograph twisting, distorting and twirling to spell two words in spidery handwriting:
“Game Over…”

A little song to play during the ending segment:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXCBMKJHgIs

[Domoz]

Yay~ More Shenanigans!

I wrote something too. I mean, it's okay, I guess, seeing as the only thing I've written in a long while was the pesterlog a few pages back. This is better though! (I think)

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Karkat's horns weren't always so short and nubby. Once upon a time they had been long and sharp, something to be proud of, really, until one day he met a certain individual...

Around his fourth solar sweep Karkat had been in the troll equivalent of a city, which is to say, a place where some trolls lived, and all the rest met up and ended up getting into arguments and fist fights. Karkat had been wandering aimlessly for most of the day (it wasn't like he had anything better to do), and had somehow ended up falling asleep on a bench somewhere. By the time he had woken up the sky was beginning to lighten and most everyone else who had been wandering the streets had headed home.
Karkat stood, stretched, and began heading homeward as well. He walked for sometime in the middle of the road, encountering no one for a few blocks; then when he turned a corner, on the far side of the street and walking towards him was some kid, about Karkat's own age with some weird muscle-beast following close behind.
It seemed, at first, that neither was going to say anything. They almost walked right by each other without so much as a second glance. It was an unfortunate accident, then,when right as they were about the pass Karkat tripped over his own feet, much on accident. He could have fallen any direction, he just to happened to fall into the direction, and indeed, right on top of, the other troll. Neither of them were grounded, but now both were quite angry.
As trolls are prone to doing, they started a shouting match.

“Watch where your going!”
“It was an accident, idiot, no need to get so angry about it!”
“Idiot?! I'll have you know that my blood-”
“No one cares about your blood!”

And with that Karkat was on the ground, holding his nose. Apparently he had been punched in the face before even realizing what had happened. His aggressor had already turned away.

“Blood is everything.”

Pushing himself off the ground, he felt his own blood running out of his nose. He should have cared, but right now he was to pissed off the really notice.

“Blood means absolutely nothing!”

This made the standing troll stop and turn his head. Whoever he was, he was shaking now, though Karkat had no way to know the it was from rage buildup and not something else. He should have guessed.

“I guess a stupid comment like that makes more sense coming from a troll with blood as low on the spectrum as yours”

Karkat saw the other troll walk over, and in fact almost expected it when he was kicked in the ribs, but the blow was delivered with much more force than he had expected. He could feel he ribs give in under the other troll's boot. It knocked all the air out of him, and at some point while Karkat was struggling to breath, the other troll and his lusus had started to walk away.
He really shouldn't have pressed his luck any further, but there was absolutely no way Karkat was going to take what just happened sitting down. As quietly as he possibly could Karkat stood up and started went after the other troll.
As soon as he was close enough he jumped on the others back. With the element of surprise on his side, Karkat managed to grab the brightest and most colorful target, the other troll's horn.
For his age, Karkat was fairly strong, and with a bit of pulling and a loud snap, the horn came off before he was thrown back to the ground.
The other troll was sweating a lot now, and it almost looked like he was shaking even more than before, but he was holding his hand out in front of his lusus, preventing it from attacking.

“No, Arthour, I want to take care of this mudblood myself.”

Suddenly Karkat found a hand around his throat.

“Lowly animals like you should never even thing about doing what you have just done”

Then he found himself in the air; he clawed futility at the hand suspending him in the air. Before he knew it, his horns were pressed up against a nearby wall, and the pressure on them was mounting. It wouldn't be long before...

SNAP!

He could feel both of this horns break and it hurt. Tears sprang to his eyes much of their own accord. But the other troll wasn't done yet, he started rubbing the remnants of Karkat's horns into dust, using the wall as a sort of sandpaper. He went on like this for what seemed like hours, until there was nothing left of Karkat's horns but two tiny nubs. In a surprising fit of pity, the assaulting troll dropped him to the ground.

“You are incredibly lucky that I have somewhere to be, mudblood”

Karkat was left alone in the city streets, with broken horns, a bruised neck, and a shattered pride.

FakeEdit: Uh. Well, NV. This isn't what you were asking for, but it kind of gives a reason, right?

What a coincidence =O

[Graven_Image]

Takes place shortly after [S] Descend.

Title: Get Up
(playing the track Get Up is entirely optional, but rather fitting)

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--tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] at 23:32 A.M.--

TT: Jade.
TT: Jade, are you there?
TT: Answer me, darn you.
GG: yeah
GG: i'm here.
TT: I thought we lost you.
GG: you did, sorta
TT: Sort of?
GG: he got me
GG: my dream self is dead
GG: looks like adiosToreador was right
TT: Jade...
GG: it's alright
GG: i'm still here, it's just. . .
GG: something's missing
TT: Jade, I can't begin to imagine how this must affect you...
GG: i said it's alright.
GG: i won't get hit by a meteor, i just found out
TT: What?
GG: there's a freaking ASTEROID hanging right above my house
TT: Well, we have to get you out of there!
GG: don't worry
GG: Bec is here
GG: he'll protect me
TT: Jade, you know and I know that none of us will let you stand there and allow yourself and your creepy dog to be vaporized.
TT: I'm getting John on the server right now,
TT: And we're getting you out of there if we have to drag you by the scruff of your adorable, design-shifting shirt.
GG: i didn't want you to worry
TT: Well, that was a bust.
TT: Where are you right now?
GG: I'm on the beach outside my house
TT: Get inside.
TT: John's installing the server as we speak.

--ectoBiologist [EB] joined tentacleTherapist [TT] in pestering gardenGnostic [GG] at 23:34 --

EB: it's ready!
GG: how did you join the conversation??
GG: i thought pesterchum only went two ways
EB: short answer: alchemy.
EB: long answer: get inside your house.
EB: i really wish i had the time to explain everything to you, jade,
EB: and you really did help me out back there, it's just...
GG: i get it.
TT: Jade, get on your computer and install the client.
TT: Time is of the essence.

--turntechGodhead [TG] joined ectoBiologist [EB] and tentacleTherapist [TT] in pestering gardenGnostic [GG] at 23:35

TG: is she still alive
TG: the suspense is killing me
GG: Dave!!
TG: hey
TG: i wasnt gonna miss waking you up
GG: i know, server player and all...
TG: its not just that
TG: its that getting to the gate with your help
TG: dropped me from my house
TG: into a sweltering lava hole
TG: its like the core up in here
GG: sorry... :(
TG: dont worry
TG: it beats getting swamped by imps
TG: i just wanted you to know
TG: im not gonna let you die and get out of helping me
TG: out of this mechanical inferno
TG: inferchanical
TG: mechferno
TG: oh forget it
GG: you're silly, Dave.
GG: John?
EB: yeah.
GG: i'm installing the client now.
GG: get ready
TT: It took you long enough.
TT: We've spent, what, ten minutes convincing you to not lay down and die?
GG: maybe i would have, if my dream self were still around
GG: but there's nowhere for me to go now
GG: doesn't look like I have a choice! :P
EB: alright, we're connected.
EB: wish me luck.

-- ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT], gardenGnostic [GG], and turntechGodhead [TG] at 23:45 --

GG: and good luck to you two, too! :D

-- gardenGnostic [GG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] and turntechGodhead [TG] at 23:45 --

TG: so
TG: what now
TT: We do one of two things, Strider.
TT: We either wish them luck, or pray hard.
TG: what about c all of the above
TG: can we do that

-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 23:46 --

Wow, that's a lot of copypasta color formatting. My hands hurt.

[Shadow of the Lotus]

Holy cow, I'm gone for a week and I come back and there is SO MUCH FIC. I will get caught up someday!

That's me right now only I don't have any good excuse, haha. I've just read up to page 74 and will hopefully finish up in the next couple of hours. Kinda ridiculous how much fic we get; kinda awesome. I've enjoyed every fic I've read so far. I'm sorry that I comment on things mostly like this instead of referencing specific pieces! I need to get into a better habit of reading things on a page when they're posted instead of putting it off for whatever odd reason that I do. I'll be working on a fic today that I hope to finish. Might be a while until I post it though.

[yellowwedge]

Right guys. I've just had an idea that is both awesome and terrible at the same time. I'm not going to spoil it, but it involves a boarding school with a hundred students, computers on one network, two malicious teenagers and a copy of Sburb. Oh my.

I shall try writing a little segment and see if it's got any potential. :3

[Graven_Image]

A boarding school with a hundred students, computers on one network, two malicious teenagers and a copy of Sburb.

Do it man. MAKE THIS HAPPEN.

[crash826]

Right guys. I've just had an idea that is both awesome and terrible at the same time. I'm not going to spoil it, but it involves a boarding school with a hundred students, computers on one network, two malicious teenagers and a copy of Sburb. Oh my.

I shall try writing a little segment and see if it's got any potential. :3

DO IT

[Graven_Image]

Responses to as-yet unresponded fics

Sushi Database:

Epic, scary, scaryepic. CalDaveSprite sounds terrifying.

yellowwedge:

Very nice. Still ambiguous about the narrator, but still good.

Domoz:

It's got violence, which is a plus. It sounds like it's leading up to something.

Graven_Image:

Oh, wait, this one's mine. Huh.

[yellowwedge]

Characters and suchlike. I has them. This isn't actually the story, but I thought I'd feed you some copypasta I drew up just now, so that you can start to think about this seriously. I also drew up a little intro-paragraph.

Firstly: the setting is a boarding school in England, struggling to modernise. Think snobby conservative kids clashing head-on with 'street' and minority ethnic kids. Also, it used to be an all-boys school, so girls factor in this rather heavily too.

A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today is his fifteenth birthday. It also happens that he is about to PULL THE BEST PRANK IN THE HISTORY OF THE SCHOOL on his unsuspecting classmates. He knows exactly what to do, and exactly which program to use. He has never played the game he is about to install but he knows it will be okay. THE GOOD LORD tells him all this and more. Whilst his reassuring voice is whispering in this young man's ear, he feels nothing can go wrong.
He has a variety of interests, including PLAYING THE VIOLIN, being HIGHLY MALICIOUS TOWARDS HIS RIVALS, and generally WATCHING THE WORLD BURN.
His name is Nero Romeus, and he is ever so slightly BATSHIT INSANE.

[Graven_Image]

It sounds promising. MOAR for the MOAR GOD, STORIES for the STORY THRONE!

[yellowwedge]

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Turntech College was a place of culture. It was a boarding school, deep in the Scottish highlands, where only the wealthiest of children could be sent. It was, quite obviously the brainchild of some Conservative Prime Minister at some point in the past, and had stood strong ever since; carrying the same prejudices and values since its creation in the late Victorian era. School uniform comprised of black trousers, loafers, a jacket, shirt, tie and various articles of clothing which are too obscure to mention or lost to the mists of time elsewhere in the world, making them unrecognisable to mention.

It consisted of a large manor house, with several dozen out-houses and cottages and it was in these that the Students were given their own accommodation and some degree of freedom on weekends. Of course, with such archaic values, the school had been reluctant to adapt with modern technology, and it was only with the arrival of the internet did things really begin to change there: an entire building’s basement network was used to house servers and an I.T Department. However, security was low and only a crude safety net was in place at the time, in an attempt to stop the distribution of illicit photographs of one of the P.E teachers which a student had discovered on the internet the previous spring.
It was this lack of security which would lead to Turntech’s downfall.

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“Ow! Get off my foot you posh prat.”
“Well take care not to place them in my path, you buffoon!”
‘Click!’
The torch beam cut into the darkness; illuminating first the ceiling (at which it had been angled), then the corridor ahead and finally the faces of its wielder and his companion. The former was a tall, gangly kid with black hair, a long fringe which hung over his pale blue eyes and the stubble of an unshaved adolescent adorning his chin. His face was freckled, and his nose looked to have been broken sometime in the past as it was a little crooked.
His companion was of average height and had curly red hair; which bounced ever so slightly as he moved. His eyes were an unnerving grey colour, but if you looked closely (which few ever did) you might notice flecks of what appeared to be yellow in the irises. When he grinned, as he did now, his entire face twisted from an attractive, boyish visage into a near-insane portrait.
“I can’t believe we’re going to do this, Nero.” the first boy said to his unhinged compatriot.
“Hush now George, we’re so close!” Nero told him; voice low and soothing “Let us proceed to the control room.”
“Shit man, what if it’s got someone guarding it? Or at least a security camera?” George replied. Nero paused, tilting his head as though listening to some unheard melody. Then he turned back to George.
“No. The GOOD LORD tells me that it isn’t.”
“Well unfortunately I’m not religious so…” George trailed off because Nero was glaring at him.
“It’s a good thing you’re not. Religion is a huge falsehood my good man! Only the insane would follow it!”
George rolled his eyes as Nero set off at a jog towards their destination.

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The control room was a large concrete cube, with a single door and one long workbench against the far wall. The area above said workbench was adorned with four screens, displaying splash-images of the school and its coat-of-arms. Nero seated himself at the first of three keyboards, smoothing a crease from his uniform and then twirling on his chair to face George.
“It is time to set the stage!” he declared, theatrically extending an open-palmed hand to receive the CD his friend carried. “The gift?”
“Right here.” George extracted the plastic wallet which contained it from his Chess Modus (a complex procedure involving capturing the piece corresponding to the desired item), and then placed it in the waiting palm. Instead of it being Captchalogued, the red haired lad inserted the CD into the waiting optical drive.
Time ticked by and then a pop-up displayed on the screen directly in front of them: a green frame with an odd-looking red house-like logo: split by dozens of complex lines which separated it into many parts. A simple two-button choice was offered and without hesitation, Nero selected ‘Install’.
“You see, my good man. This is the master computer, and server, for the entire school. I am therefore simultaneously installing Sburb on EVERY SINGLE COMPUTER ON THE NETWORK!” Nero’s voice raised inadvertently as he spoke these last few words, shouting them in an enraged tone. He smiled at the silent George, who adjusted his tie before speaking.
“So… this game we’re going to be playing…” he muttered “You want… everyone to play with you?”
“On the contrary; I wish for everyone to play with one another! I play no direct part in the chain. It would be unfair as I know exactly what is going to happen.” Nero looked thrilled with the power he was gaining: every millimetre the loading bar filled, it was like he could feel the strength flowing into his frail limbs.
“Imagine, George! We are going to change this school forever!”
“Uh… Nero? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“For us, it’s a brilliant thing, my good man!”
“…and for the others?”
“Gya he he he he…”
“I thought as much.” George sighed, plonking himself in one of the many office chairs scattered around. It struck him how the I.T building had been constructed like a fort: only one entrance and sunk deep under the school; concrete walls and floors, and its own Generator. Of course he did not know what Sburb would entail, but if he did, he might even consider that it had been constructed entirely for the purpose of that game…

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It was 8:00pm and across the school, dozens of students were online; accessing the internet or simply connected to it as they did other things. One constant factor occurred: every single screen suddenly froze and faded into white: images and text replaced by a constantly shifting crimson Spirograph. Below it a loading bar began to fill and words scrolled by, too fast to read. Some students simply sat back and watched; mistaking it for some kind of system update, whilst others attempted to minimise, close or even shut down the program and their systems. Nothing worked. One or two even picked up their phones and rang the I.T department. In the office, beside Nero, a phone began to ring; shrill notes piercing the silence. He yanked the cord from the wall without even looking at it; eyes fixated on the screen.

Of course, what he hadn’t told George was that as he was in control of the Master system, he could serve as the Server and Client for himself, as well as interacting with any of the dozens of players he was creating: allowing him to drop in and out of their game at will.

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A young man was standing in his room, as the aforementioned events unfolded. He blinked the sleep from his wide green eyes and ran a hand through his mane of tangled black hair, sitting up on the bed as he did so. Before him, his laptop was performing some kind of system maintenance; a red spirograph spinning above a loading bar. Unfortunately for him, he simply decided to leave it to do whatever it was doing and wander round the room. He was a rather trusting fellow, and bad things derived from his trust and naivety were commonplace in his life. So much so, in fact, that he had resorted to keeping a fencing foil in his room, in case he were ambushed during the night. This could be interpreted by some as paranoia, but that would just be silly and incompatible with his trusting nature. Right?
Anyway, the young man probably had a name, but was also highly forgetful. He felt his heart lurch in horror: had he forgotten his own name?
Oh wait, his name was Henry Lancaster.

Henry’s story was a rather interesting one; as the son of an Irish father who died soon after his birth, along with his English mother, he was raised by his Uncle, whom was a Lord in the Royal Court. This elevated him from a regular life to one of wealth and intrigue, and as such he was chastised by his fellow classmates for simply being elevated from the ranks as opposed to noble breeding. Personally, he didn’t care what they thought, and contented himself with study, playing computer games and making a fool of himself when around girls.

Despite his uncaring view on the class-riddled school hierarchy, he often found himself wishing for a chance to prove his worth to his peers. Perhaps then they would shut up about his uncle, and he could actually find it within himself to talk to one or more of the ladies of noble breeding who were his classmates.

Perhaps today he would get that chance.

Also, for the part where Sburb is installing, you might want to play THIS THEME IN THE BACKGROUND. It was created by someone on the Fan-Music Thread and it fits perfectly with the whole 'installing montage in a dreary school' scene.

With this Prologue scene, I shall leave you and go to bed. I'll return tomorrow to write more. Good night my fellow literary enthusiasts! :3

[Graven_Image]

Yellowwedge, that's a pretty awesome first chapter. And yes, the music is spot-on.

[crash826]

Epic, yellowwedge.

[kmsumrall]

For northernVehemence

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Shut up, Equius

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It had happened again. Nepeta had tried to be good but it happened again. Every time she did something right she would do something wrong worse. During an extreme roleplay, although not as extreme as some, she threw a ball a little to hard and knocked over the last canister of milk.

“Uhh, what are you going to do, Nepeta? Equius is, uhh, going to be like, mad and stuff.”

“Urp. Yeah...”

“I can, uhh, take the blame for you...”

Nepeta shook her head. “He will take away your inhaler again. It’s like he says, I gotta show the grace of a higher blood and stuff. S-So I will tell him what happened.” She looked at the spilled milk again and remembered who Aradia was with now. “Well, maybe later.”

After dinner Nepeta went to see Equius. The air grew dry and stale as she got nearer to the blue blood’s room. The door was so hot she could hardly open it without burning herself.

“Um... Equius?”

“Nepeta, please answer a question for me.” Each word came out strained. “Tell me why a lowblooded moron would come to admit a mistake to me?” He turned, veins pulsing. “Why would he tell me that the two of you were playing, playing, when he broke the last of my drink?” He took a step forward, shattering floor tiles beneath his feet. “Why would he say this when clearly you were the one who broke it?!” Another step and the whole building shook. “Why would you tell him to lie for you when I told you not to associate with that gutterblood trash?!”

“Equius-”

“No! You will be quiet and you will listen! You are the worse disgrace I have ever had the displeasure of associating with! You disgrace yourself and and you have disgraced me! Truly my time spent trying to teach at least a sliver of civility has not only gone to waste but has done harm to everything I know! How you ever got past your trials will be something researched and discussed by troll historians for a million sweeps! By virtue of your actions green blood will become so low on the caste that red bloods will have to wipe their feet to find you! The name Nepeta will-”

“Hey, Horace Focker.”

He turned and screamed “What?!”


-Pow!-


Karkat stood over the fallen troll, blue blood dripping from his fist. “Hey dipshit, stop yelling at girls. Now,” he said, pointing, “get out.”

“How dare you- This is my room-”

Karkat raised his bloodied fist. “Get. Out.” Then he turned to help Nepeta.

Equius scowled and gingerly touched his face. His glasses were destroyed and he’d have to eat mushy food for the next week.

He left.

Nepeta hugged Karkat hard. “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you! I never knew you-That punch- I feel the same- Oh Karkat!”

“Is he gone?”

“Yes! Its just you and me!”

“All the way gone? Not even in the hall?”

“He isn't there. All gone.”

“Ok, good.” Karkat feel to the ground, holding his hand, writing in pain. “Gog fucking fuck me and everything is hand touched fuck me hand is jelly!”

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[Bardic Feline]

For northernVehemence

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It had happened again. Nepeta had tried to be good but it happened again. Every time she did something right she would do something wrong worse. During an extreme roleplay, although not as extreme as some, she threw a ball a little to hard and knocked over the last canister of milk.

“Uhh, what are you going to do, Nepeta? Equius is, uhh, going to be like, mad and stuff.”

“Urp. Yeah...”

“I can, uhh, take the blame for you...”

Nepeta shook her head. “He will take away your inhaler again. It’s like he says, I gotta show the grace of a higher blood and stuff. S-So I will tell him what happened.” She looked at the spilled milk again and remembered who Aradia was with now. “Well, maybe later.”

After dinner Nepeta went to see Equius. The air grew dry and stale as she got nearer to the blue blood’s room. The door was so hot she could hardly open it without burning herself.

“Um... Equius?”

“Nepeta, please answer a question for me.” Each word came out strained. “Tell me why a lowblooded moron would come to admit a mistake to me?” He turned, veins pulsing. “Why would he tell me that the two of you were playing, playing, when he broke the last of my drink?” He took a step forward, shattering floor tiles beneath his feet. “Why would he say this when clearly you were the one who broke it?!” Another step and the whole building shook. “Why would you tell him to lie for you when I told you not to associate with that gutterblood trash?!”

“Equius-”

“No! You will be quiet and you will listen! You are the worse disgrace I have ever had the displeasure of associating with! You disgrace yourself and and you have disgraced me! Truly my time spent trying to teach at least a sliver of civility has not only gone to waste but has done harm to everything I know! How you ever got past your trials will be something researched and discussed by troll historians for a million sweeps! By virtue of your actions green blood will become so low on the caste that red bloods will have to wipe their feet to find you! The name Nepeta will-”

“Hey, Horace Focker.”

He turned and screamed “What?!”


-Pow!-


Karkat stood over the fallen troll, blue blood dripping from his fist. “Hey dipshit, stop yelling at girls. Now,” he said, pointing, “get out.”

“How dare you- This is my room-”

Karkat raised his bloodied fist. “Get. Out.” Then he turned to help Nepeta.

Equius scowled and gingerly touched his face. His glasses were destroyed and he’d have to eat mushy food for the next week.

He left.

Nepeta hugged Karkat hard. “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you! I never knew you-That punch- I feel the same- Oh Karkat!”

“Is he gone?”

“Yes! Its just you and me!”

“All the way gone? Not even in the hall?”

“He isn't there. All gone.”

“Ok, good.” Karkat feel to the ground, holding his hand, writing in pain. “Gog fucking fuck me and everything is hand touched fuck me hand is jelly!”

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Very nice! And good on Karkat for standing up to Equius, even if it did break his hand. (That part made me giggle, I'll admit.) Err, that was Tavros playing with her in the beginning, right? If so, I'm impressed that he got up the gumption to lie on her behalf like that.

[kmsumrall]

Very nice! And good on Karkat for standing up to Equius, even if it did break his hand. (That part made me giggle, I'll admit.) Err, that was Tavros playing with her in the beginning, right? If so, I'm impressed that he got up the gumption to lie on her behalf like that.

Hey thanks. I think Tavvy was channeling the energy of the Tavvy in the current series I'm writing.

[Tenebrais]

I quite like that, kmsumrall. A nice bit of chivalry.


Windows: Part 4

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-- centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --
CT: D --> As much as it sickens me to apo100gize to low-b100ded %um like you
CT: D --> I admit that your report of Aradia’s condition was accurate
CT: D --> So I will apo100gize for doubting you and thank you for bringing it to my attention
CG: APOLOGY ACCEPTED.
CG: THIS ONE TIME.
CG: I JUST KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO DO THINGS WORTH APOLOGIZING FOR AGAIN. AND AGAIN.
CG: BECAUSE YOU ARE A HUGE DICK.
CG: WORSE.
CG: YOU ARE A BORING DICK.
CT: D --> I do not know whether to compare you more to Vri%a or Nepeta
CT: D --> To rank you against either of them w001d be highly improper for one of your station
CT: D --> Though you remain infuriatingly stubborn about your b100d, I have no reason to think it is of any quality worth speaking of
CG: SHUT UP ALREADY.
CG: JUST BECAUSE I CALL YOU NAMES DOESN’T MEAN I HAVE BAD BLOOD.
CT: D --> That is but one of many reasons to assume that
CG: YEAH BUT IT’S THE REASON YOU GOT SO STUCK-UP ABOUT BLOOD IN THE FIRST PLACE.
CG: OH YES, I KNOW.
CG: AND DON’T ASK HOW I FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT BECAUSE I WON’T TELL YOU
CT: D --> Does this mean that you were in a position of power over me?
CG: YOU KNOW IT, BITCH.
CT: D --> Your language is only barely more e%cusable than this outrage
CT: D --> I need to find a towel
CT: D --> Nepeta does not seem to stock a single one
CT: D --> One infuriating transgression on top of e%cruciatingly many.
-- centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --

Karkat’s mind drifted back to Aradia. Did it really shock her that much that Sollux liked her? Why? And would Sollux be as surprised that she used to like him back? Maybe she still did.
That was the sort of thing he’d occasionally discuss with Nepeta, when he was forced to stoop so low by having nobody else interested to talk romance with. At least she was enthusiastic. But perhaps, rather than guessing with her, he could find out for himself what happened between them.

======> SWITCH 12


Coding. That was what he did now. He was Sollux Captor, and he knew all the codes. Once, a close friend of him advised him in no uncertain terms to get a girlfriend. A lot of his friends had begun to get caught up in the throes of romance, so why not him? At least, that was what he reasoned. He didn’t expect to fall in love so hard.
Then, for that one, blissful day, his dream came true. He went out on a date with her. At least, he thought it was a date. She seemed more interested in the movie. After it finished she couldn’t stop talking about Pandora Jones and archaeology in general. He tried to be courteous and humour her sudden obsession while bringing the subject round to the matter of the two of them as a couple, but she resisted his attempts to change the topic. Eventually she ran off to dig holes in her lawnring or something, before he ever got the chance to tell her how he felt.

Sollux fucking Captor. What a player.

He had long ago come to the conclusion that he had two brains in his head. That, he reasoned, explained his love of pairs, and his shifts from a boastful personality to a humble one. It wasn’t the only possible explanation. Perhaps it was some effect from having a two-headed lusus. Perhaps it resulted from one of the few times he’d experimented with mind honey. But two minds was his best guess. Both of them tried to woo Aradia that day, and both of them failed. Now both wanted only to code - one to have something to brag about, the other out of shame.

The start of what would be a solid night’s coding was interrupted by an unwelcome solicitor.
AG: Hey sollllllllux!
TA: oh no
TA: not you
TA: AD’2 told me two many thing2 about you
AG: W8!
AG: 8efore you 8lock me,
AG: Can’t we at least try to be friends?
TA: and TV two
TA: ii heard what you did two him
TA: and ii really have no rea2on two want two talk two you
AG: W8!!!!!!!!
AG: Ple8se don’t 8lock me!!!!!!!!
AG: You are the 8est coder on Alternia!
AG: You’re the le8ding expert on 8piculture n8works!
AG: I’m your 8iggest fan!
The braggart in him rose to the surface of his turbulent mind. He didn’t trust this girl in the slightest, but he couldn’t resist his ego being stroked.
TA: oh really?
AG: Yes!!!!!!!!
AG: Tot8lly honestly!
AG: 8nd I hear you’ve been cooped 8p in your hive for weeks!
AG: Weeeeeeeeks!
AG: You should go out and get some fresh air!
It would be good for you.
He heard a voice in one of his minds. It troubled him.
AG: I hear you’re a re8lly good ps8chic too!
AG: Sh8w me wh8t you can do!
AG: C8n you fly, Sollux?
It has 8een so long since you went for a fly.
TA: what are you doiing
AG: I know so m8ny people who wish they could fly!!!!!!!!
AG: Fly l8ke a dr8gon or fly like a f8iry!
TA: thii2 ii2 uncomfortable
AG: M8ybe you should fly 8ut to see the g8rl who did this to you!!!!!!!!
You should show her how she made you feel.
TA: pls
TA: stop
8ring some mind honey.
Then we can make everything 8etter.

He tried to resist, but he was in her thrall now. She had got his more impressionable mind, and now the other was blocked. Unable to act, but still able to watch in horror as she controlled him. As she made him take a jar of the wretched honey, and had him fly straight out through his window pane to the open world he had shunned.
Let’s go see Aradia!
You’ve wanted to visit her for so long.
8ut you know she wouldn’t ever want to do anything with you!
Except join in on one of her stupid digs!
She manipulated the very way he thought. This was beyond torment. She was making him hate the girl he loved. The mind watching from within was too upset to be angry. He couldn’t even hate the girl controlling him. He could only hate himself.
Look, there it is!
That’s her hive with the stupid holes she likes more than you!
Look, she’s coming out!
Let’s show her what you can really do!
Every synapse still in his control screamed to stop, but his will was unheeded. His body and mind were not his own. He raised the jar to his lips and gulped a mouthful of the sweet, vile stuff.

He wanted to say, “I’m sorry.”
He wanted to say, “please forgive me.”
He wanted to say, “I love you.”
He wanted most of all to be anywhere but here, doing anything but this. He couldn’t do this. Not him. Not to her. Anything but that. What did he do to deserve this?
Those were his last thoughts before his mind was overloaded by the potent neurochemicals in the honey.

His eyes glowed, and the psychic energy built up in his twin brain burned out. If he were in any state to look, he would see the grass singe beneath him; he would see Aradia vanish, torn to molecules; he would see her hive crumble and her lusus die beneath the rubble. When the overload finished, he caught a glimpse of the wreckage as the evil girl released her grip on his mind.
Immediately, he dropped himself to the ground, even harder than gravity would have. He refused to let himself get up for a long time. He was stupid, wretched and worthless. He had allowed himself to be forced into killing the one troll on the planet he most feared the death of. His one mind was angry, the other, distraught. He would have given anything to take back what had just happened.
Anything.


Gingerly, Karkat pressed the button yet again. Sollux was one of his best friends, and he was a little embarrassed to see him so upset, even if this was nearly a sweep ago. He looked away from the screen, unable to watch any more.

[Solaris]

bsdgbjkdsgjkgjksbjk
WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD
hfwaseghwkljbghklgkl
Bad Tenebrais, BAD!
Stop making me feel emotions!

[Bardic Feline]

I quite like that, kmsumrall. A nice bit of chivalry.


Windows: Part 4

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-- centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --
CT: D --> As much as it sickens me to apo100gize to low-b100ded %um like you
CT: D --> I admit that your report of Aradia’s condition was accurate
CT: D --> So I will apo100gize for doubting you and thank you for bringing it to my attention
CG: APOLOGY ACCEPTED.
CG: THIS ONE TIME.
CG: I JUST KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO DO THINGS WORTH APOLOGIZING FOR AGAIN. AND AGAIN.
CG: BECAUSE YOU ARE A HUGE DICK.
CG: WORSE.
CG: YOU ARE A BORING DICK.
CT: D --> I do not know whether to compare you more to Vri%a or Nepeta
CT: D --> To rank you against either of them w001d be highly improper for one of your station
CT: D --> Though you remain infuriatingly stubborn about your b100d, I have no reason to think it is of any quality worth speaking of
CG: SHUT UP ALREADY.
CG: JUST BECAUSE I CALL YOU NAMES DOESN’T MEAN I HAVE BAD BLOOD.
CT: D --> That is but one of many reasons to assume that
CG: YEAH BUT IT’S THE REASON YOU GOT SO STUCK-UP ABOUT BLOOD IN THE FIRST PLACE.
CG: OH YES, I KNOW.
CG: AND DON’T ASK HOW I FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT BECAUSE I WON’T TELL YOU
CT: D --> Does this mean that you were in a position of power over me?
CG: YOU KNOW IT, BITCH.
CT: D --> Your language is only barely more e%cusable than this outrage
CT: D --> I need to find a towel
CT: D --> Nepeta does not seem to stock a single one
CT: D --> One infuriating transgression on top of e%cruciatingly many.
-- centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --

Karkat’s mind drifted back to Aradia. Did it really shock her that much that Sollux liked her? Why? And would Sollux be as surprised that she used to like him back? Maybe she still did.
That was the sort of thing he’d occasionally discuss with Nepeta, when he was forced to stoop so low by having nobody else interested to talk romance with. At least she was enthusiastic. But perhaps, rather than guessing with her, he could find out for himself what happened between them.

======> SWITCH 12


Coding. That was what he did now. He was Sollux Captor, and he knew all the codes. Once, a close friend of him advised him in no uncertain terms to get a girlfriend. A lot of his friends had begun to get caught up in the throes of romance, so why not him? At least, that was what he reasoned. He didn’t expect to fall in love so hard.
Then, for that one, blissful day, his dream came true. He went out on a date with her. At least, he thought it was a date. She seemed more interested in the movie. After it finished she couldn’t stop talking about Pandora Jones and archaeology in general. He tried to be courteous and humour her sudden obsession while bringing the subject round to the matter of the two of them as a couple, but she resisted his attempts to change the topic. Eventually she ran off to dig holes in her lawnring or something, before he ever got the chance to tell her how he felt.

Sollux fucking Captor. What a player.

He had long ago come to the conclusion that he had two brains in his head. That, he reasoned, explained his love of pairs, and his shifts from a boastful personality to a humble one. It wasn’t the only possible explanation. Perhaps it was some effect from having a two-headed lusus. Perhaps it resulted from one of the few times he’d experimented with mind honey. But two minds was his best guess. Both of them tried to woo Aradia that day, and both of them failed. Now both wanted only to code - one to have something to brag about, the other out of shame.

The start of what would be a solid night’s coding was interrupted by an unwelcome solicitor.
AG: Hey sollllllllux!
TA: oh no
TA: not you
TA: AD’2 told me two many thing2 about you
AG: W8!
AG: 8efore you 8lock me,
AG: Can’t we at least try to be friends?
TA: and TV two
TA: ii heard what you did two him
TA: and ii really have no rea2on two want two talk two you
AG: W8!!!!!!!!
AG: Ple8se don’t 8lock me!!!!!!!!
AG: You are the 8est coder on Alternia!
AG: You’re the le8ding expert on 8piculture n8works!
AG: I’m your 8iggest fan!
The braggart in him rose to the surface of his turbulent mind. He didn’t trust this girl in the slightest, but he couldn’t resist his ego being stroked.
TA: oh really?
AG: Yes!!!!!!!!
AG: Tot8lly honestly!
AG: 8nd I hear you’ve been cooped 8p in your hive for weeks!
AG: Weeeeeeeeks!
AG: You should go out and get some fresh air!
It would be good for you.
He heard a voice in one of his minds. It troubled him.
AG: I hear you’re a re8lly good ps8chic too!
AG: Sh8w me wh8t you can do!
AG: C8n you fly, Sollux?
It has 8een so long since you went for a fly.
TA: what are you doiing
AG: I know so m8ny people who wish they could fly!!!!!!!!
AG: Fly l8ke a dr8gon or fly like a f8iry!
TA: thii2 ii2 uncomfortable
AG: M8ybe you should fly 8ut to see the g8rl who did this to you!!!!!!!!
You should show her how she made you feel.
TA: pls
TA: stop
8ring some mind honey.
Then we can make everything 8etter.

He tried to resist, but he was in her thrall now. She had got his more impressionable mind, and now the other was blocked. Unable to act, but still able to watch in horror as she controlled him. As she made him take a jar of the wretched honey, and had him fly straight out through his window pane to the open world he had shunned.
Let’s go see Aradia!
You’ve wanted to visit her for so long.
8ut you know she wouldn’t ever want to do anything with you!
Except join in on one of her stupid digs!
She manipulated the very way he thought. This was beyond torment. She was making him hate the girl he loved. The mind watching from within was too upset to be angry. He couldn’t even hate the girl controlling him. He could only hate himself.
Look, there it is!
That’s her hive with the stupid holes she likes more than you!
Look, she’s coming out!
Let’s show her what you can really do!
Every synapse still in his control screamed to stop, but his will was unheeded. His body and mind were not his own. He raised the jar to his lips and gulped a mouthful of the sweet, vile stuff.

He wanted to say, “I’m sorry.”
He wanted to say, “please forgive me.”
He wanted to say, “I love you.”
He wanted most of all to be anywhere but here, doing anything but this. He couldn’t do this. Not him. Not to her. Anything but that. What did he do to deserve this?
Those were his last thoughts before his mind was overloaded by the potent neurochemicals in the honey.

His eyes glowed, and the psychic energy built up in his twin brain burned out. If he were in any state to look, he would see the grass singe beneath him; he would see Aradia vanish, torn to molecules; he would see her hive crumble and her lusus die beneath the rubble. When the overload finished, he caught a glimpse of the wreckage as the evil girl released her grip on his mind.
Immediately, he dropped himself to the ground, even harder than gravity would have. He refused to let himself get up for a long time. He was stupid, wretched and worthless. He had allowed himself to be forced into killing the one troll on the planet he most feared the death of. His one mind was angry, the other, distraught. He would have given anything to take back what had just happened.
Anything.


Gingerly, Karkat pressed the button yet again. Sollux was one of his best friends, and he was a little embarrassed to see him so upset, even if this was nearly a sweep ago. He looked away from the screen, unable to watch any more.

Oh, wow. Somehow, it's much, much worse from his POV. Poor Sollux! And GOG DAMN, Vriska is horrible. Seriously, though, this continues to be an amazing fic.

[northernVehemence]

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It had happened again. Nepeta had tried to be good but it happened again. Every time she did something right she would do something wrong worse. During an extreme roleplay, although not as extreme as some, she threw a ball a little to hard and knocked over the last canister of milk.

“Uhh, what are you going to do, Nepeta? Equius is, uhh, going to be like, mad and stuff.”

“Urp. Yeah...”

“I can, uhh, take the blame for you...”

Nepeta shook her head. “He will take away your inhaler again. It’s like he says, I gotta show the grace of a higher blood and stuff. S-So I will tell him what happened.” She looked at the spilled milk again and remembered who Aradia was with now. “Well, maybe later.”

After dinner Nepeta went to see Equius. The air grew dry and stale as she got nearer to the blue blood’s room. The door was so hot she could hardly open it without burning herself.

“Um... Equius?”

“Nepeta, please answer a question for me.” Each word came out strained. “Tell me why a lowblooded moron would come to admit a mistake to me?” He turned, veins pulsing. “Why would he tell me that the two of you were playing, playing, when he broke the last of my drink?” He took a step forward, shattering floor tiles beneath his feet. “Why would he say this when clearly you were the one who broke it?!” Another step and the whole building shook. “Why would you tell him to lie for you when I told you not to associate with that gutterblood trash?!”

“Equius-”

“No! You will be quiet and you will listen! You are the worse disgrace I have ever had the displeasure of associating with! You disgrace yourself and and you have disgraced me! Truly my time spent trying to teach at least a sliver of civility has not only gone to waste but has done harm to everything I know! How you ever got past your trials will be something researched and discussed by troll historians for a million sweeps! By virtue of your actions green blood will become so low on the caste that red bloods will have to wipe their feet to find you! The name Nepeta will-”

“Hey, Horace Focker.”

He turned and screamed “What?!”


-Pow!-


Karkat stood over the fallen troll, blue blood dripping from his fist. “Hey dipshit, stop yelling at girls. Now,” he said, pointing, “get out.”

“How dare you- This is my room-”

Karkat raised his bloodied fist. “Get. Out.” Then he turned to help Nepeta.

Equius scowled and gingerly touched his face. His glasses were destroyed and he’d have to eat mushy food for the next week.

He left.

Nepeta hugged Karkat hard. “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you! I never knew you-That punch- I feel the same- Oh Karkat!”

“Is he gone?”

“Yes! Its just you and me!”

“All the way gone? Not even in the hall?”

“He isn't there. All gone.”

“Ok, good.” Karkat feel to the ground, holding his hand, writing in pain. “Gog fucking fuck me and everything is hand touched fuck me hand is jelly!”

http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post3980743

Eeeeee! That was so fast! Thank you so much for doing that! What should I illustrate for you??

Also, Tenebrais, I already told you on pesterlite, but that was fucking amazing. It made me want to cry...but, like, in a good way.

[Tenebrais]

Heh, thanks for all the praise.

[VagabondRaiser]

umm I did an illustration for your fic! I'm sorry! It was so good and this is just sort of how I pictured them...

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You.

Yoooooooou.

You are a hundred kinds of awesome.

That's EXACTLY the way I pictured 'em. Well, the position anyway; my brain-eye can't do that level of awesome justice. I love the added little details, like the frazzled look of her hair and the fact that one of her shoes went missing in the fall. The Taurus mark on his knee is also a nice touch.

All I can do in return is provide this!

THIS CARD REDEEMABLE FOR ONE (1) SERVICE REQUEST FROM vagabondRaiser AT ANY POINT IN THE FUTURE WITHIN THE CAPABILITIES OF THE ABOVE NAMED.

Do not use if you are pregnant, nursing, or may become pregnant. Use of this product may cause loss of hair, dizziness upon standing, and the sudden appearance of a disembodied hat and sunglasses. Do not use if under the affects of alcohol or other mind-affecting drugs, unless that's your thing. Void where prohibited, unless under the light of a full harvest moon during the last week of September between the hours of 1:00 PM and 3:00 PM Eastern Standard Time.

Sorry about the fine print, I've had problems with this sort of stuff in the past.

In other news, dayum. I left for a day and almost a whole 'nother page full of awesome. (And I have the forums set to show 100 posts per page!)

Non-edit: And as I was writing this up, more awesome! Jegus, what a prolific family we are.

...think I'ma go work on the next part of Flavors. I wanna try my hand at Captain Sincere's thought processing. Also because it's fun writing things from Terezi's 'view'. There's something strangely cathartic about sitting back and wondering about how to describe something as smelling 'green', and for that matter, what the color 'green' smells like, or perhaps the interesting contrasts between the bright, sweet kiss of the scent of red and the somewhat cloying, coppery odor/taste of bloodImean I wonder if Terezi can smell glass?

Yes, that's totally what I meant to say. No strange spoilers about something that may or may not happen here, nosirree. I totally wouldn't do that sort of thing.

[kmsumrall]

Eeeeee! That was so fast! Thank you so much for doing that! What should I illustrate for you??

WEll, at the end of this stroy
http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post3908526
i have a spoilered section with "Ow!" "uhh, sorry, low ceiling" Basicly, Nepeta is riding Tavros shoulders and bonks into the door frame, or something of the link

[aphoticConniver]

Attempting to write a story. Shitty writing, bluh bluh and whatnot.

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There once was a game, or horror and malice, No one could defeat it, and in time, it was all but forgotten. But then there were born, twins of the game. One made from fire and earth, the other from air and water. They formed a bond no pressure could break. This is their story.

The boy, Kane, played in his room. He shared his love of weapons with his sister, although that's where their similarities ended. His shaggy, black hair blew across his face as he thrusted his blade into yet another target. Artificial blood poured from the wound, and the enemy's ocular circuts flashed white, and blacked out, into staring shark eyes. He stood gracefully, his thin figure quivering with sweat as he surveyed the scene of destruction. He sheathed his sword, and hung it back on the wall. This sword, although his most prized, was not the only weapon he was skilled with. He apired to become one of the Hemokensei, an elite legion of honored warriors fighting and dying the only honorable way: by the blade. He looked himself over in the mirror. His blood stained his hands a mixture of brown and red, lacerations covering his muscled torso. He relagated to take a shower, so as not to scare his sister to death. Or perhaps that would be a good thing. He felt his hatred for her rising. But he put yelling at her off untill later. There would always be time for that.

Any tips?

[Sushi Database]

I quite like that, kmsumrall. A nice bit of chivalry.


Windows: Part 4

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-- centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --
CT: D --> As much as it sickens me to apo100gize to low-b100ded %um like you
CT: D --> I admit that your report of Aradia’s condition was accurate
CT: D --> So I will apo100gize for doubting you and thank you for bringing it to my attention
CG: APOLOGY ACCEPTED.
CG: THIS ONE TIME.
CG: I JUST KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO DO THINGS WORTH APOLOGIZING FOR AGAIN. AND AGAIN.
CG: BECAUSE YOU ARE A HUGE DICK.
CG: WORSE.
CG: YOU ARE A BORING DICK.
CT: D --> I do not know whether to compare you more to Vri%a or Nepeta
CT: D --> To rank you against either of them w001d be highly improper for one of your station
CT: D --> Though you remain infuriatingly stubborn about your b100d, I have no reason to think it is of any quality worth speaking of
CG: SHUT UP ALREADY.
CG: JUST BECAUSE I CALL YOU NAMES DOESN’T MEAN I HAVE BAD BLOOD.
CT: D --> That is but one of many reasons to assume that
CG: YEAH BUT IT’S THE REASON YOU GOT SO STUCK-UP ABOUT BLOOD IN THE FIRST PLACE.
CG: OH YES, I KNOW.
CG: AND DON’T ASK HOW I FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT BECAUSE I WON’T TELL YOU
CT: D --> Does this mean that you were in a position of power over me?
CG: YOU KNOW IT, BITCH.
CT: D --> Your language is only barely more e%cusable than this outrage
CT: D --> I need to find a towel
CT: D --> Nepeta does not seem to stock a single one
CT: D --> One infuriating transgression on top of e%cruciatingly many.
-- centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --

Karkat’s mind drifted back to Aradia. Did it really shock her that much that Sollux liked her? Why? And would Sollux be as surprised that she used to like him back? Maybe she still did.
That was the sort of thing he’d occasionally discuss with Nepeta, when he was forced to stoop so low by having nobody else interested to talk romance with. At least she was enthusiastic. But perhaps, rather than guessing with her, he could find out for himself what happened between them.

======> SWITCH 12


Coding. That was what he did now. He was Sollux Captor, and he knew all the codes. Once, a close friend of him advised him in no uncertain terms to get a girlfriend. A lot of his friends had begun to get caught up in the throes of romance, so why not him? At least, that was what he reasoned. He didn’t expect to fall in love so hard.
Then, for that one, blissful day, his dream came true. He went out on a date with her. At least, he thought it was a date. She seemed more interested in the movie. After it finished she couldn’t stop talking about Pandora Jones and archaeology in general. He tried to be courteous and humour her sudden obsession while bringing the subject round to the matter of the two of them as a couple, but she resisted his attempts to change the topic. Eventually she ran off to dig holes in her lawnring or something, before he ever got the chance to tell her how he felt.

Sollux fucking Captor. What a player.

He had long ago come to the conclusion that he had two brains in his head. That, he reasoned, explained his love of pairs, and his shifts from a boastful personality to a humble one. It wasn’t the only possible explanation. Perhaps it was some effect from having a two-headed lusus. Perhaps it resulted from one of the few times he’d experimented with mind honey. But two minds was his best guess. Both of them tried to woo Aradia that day, and both of them failed. Now both wanted only to code - one to have something to brag about, the other out of shame.

The start of what would be a solid night’s coding was interrupted by an unwelcome solicitor.
AG: Hey sollllllllux!
TA: oh no
TA: not you
TA: AD’2 told me two many thing2 about you
AG: W8!
AG: 8efore you 8lock me,
AG: Can’t we at least try to be friends?
TA: and TV two
TA: ii heard what you did two him
TA: and ii really have no rea2on two want two talk two you
AG: W8!!!!!!!!
AG: Ple8se don’t 8lock me!!!!!!!!
AG: You are the 8est coder on Alternia!
AG: You’re the le8ding expert on 8piculture n8works!
AG: I’m your 8iggest fan!
The braggart in him rose to the surface of his turbulent mind. He didn’t trust this girl in the slightest, but he couldn’t resist his ego being stroked.
TA: oh really?
AG: Yes!!!!!!!!
AG: Tot8lly honestly!
AG: 8nd I hear you’ve been cooped 8p in your hive for weeks!
AG: Weeeeeeeeks!
AG: You should go out and get some fresh air!
It would be good for you.
He heard a voice in one of his minds. It troubled him.
AG: I hear you’re a re8lly good ps8chic too!
AG: Sh8w me wh8t you can do!
AG: C8n you fly, Sollux?
It has 8een so long since you went for a fly.
TA: what are you doiing
AG: I know so m8ny people who wish they could fly!!!!!!!!
AG: Fly l8ke a dr8gon or fly like a f8iry!
TA: thii2 ii2 uncomfortable
AG: M8ybe you should fly 8ut to see the g8rl who did this to you!!!!!!!!
You should show her how she made you feel.
TA: pls
TA: stop
8ring some mind honey.
Then we can make everything 8etter.

He tried to resist, but he was in her thrall now. She had got his more impressionable mind, and now the other was blocked. Unable to act, but still able to watch in horror as she controlled him. As she made him take a jar of the wretched honey, and had him fly straight out through his window pane to the open world he had shunned.
Let’s go see Aradia!
You’ve wanted to visit her for so long.
8ut you know she wouldn’t ever want to do anything with you!
Except join in on one of her stupid digs!
She manipulated the very way he thought. This was beyond torment. She was making him hate the girl he loved. The mind watching from within was too upset to be angry. He couldn’t even hate the girl controlling him. He could only hate himself.
Look, there it is!
That’s her hive with the stupid holes she likes more than you!
Look, she’s coming out!
Let’s show her what you can really do!
Every synapse still in his control screamed to stop, but his will was unheeded. His body and mind were not his own. He raised the jar to his lips and gulped a mouthful of the sweet, vile stuff.

He wanted to say, “I’m sorry.”
He wanted to say, “please forgive me.”
He wanted to say, “I love you.”
He wanted most of all to be anywhere but here, doing anything but this. He couldn’t do this. Not him. Not to her. Anything but that. What did he do to deserve this?
Those were his last thoughts before his mind was overloaded by the potent neurochemicals in the honey.

His eyes glowed, and the psychic energy built up in his twin brain burned out. If he were in any state to look, he would see the grass singe beneath him; he would see Aradia vanish, torn to molecules; he would see her hive crumble and her lusus die beneath the rubble. When the overload finished, he caught a glimpse of the wreckage as the evil girl released her grip on his mind.
Immediately, he dropped himself to the ground, even harder than gravity would have. He refused to let himself get up for a long time. He was stupid, wretched and worthless. He had allowed himself to be forced into killing the one troll on the planet he most feared the death of. His one mind was angry, the other, distraught. He would have given anything to take back what had just happened.
Anything.


Gingerly, Karkat pressed the button yet again. Sollux was one of his best friends, and he was a little embarrassed to see him so upset, even if this was nearly a sweep ago. He looked away from the screen, unable to watch any more.

This is really sad. It sucks to be Sollux. I don't even feel all that bad for Aradia, since once she's dead she doesn't care much about it. But it's a wonder Sollux isn't more fucked up than we've seen him be.