MSPA fan fiction 2

[Solaris]

It looks like, via the magical hussie magic magic, nearly all of hivebent is up for writing about.

HEAR HEAR

Go nuts everyone, as if you were not already doing so.
(geeP, Tenebrais, ect)

[kmsumrall]

ThaTunk

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ThaTunk ThaTunk ThaTunk ThaTunk

That’s all you could hear as you were carried along. There were several ways to go. Several ways to end it. It was easy, really. Walk outside covered in meat. Walk outside and tease a musclebeast. Just walking outside at all. Maybe Flarping with the wrong people. Easy to die then, all you had to do was play badly. You might get too close to the sea. That’s pretty dangerous. Hell, even just sitting at your Respiteblock could be breaking a law.

ThaTunk ThaTunk

But the worst, the absolute worst was the Drones. The Imperial Drones. Just big giants with happy looking pails, coming around. It didn’t matter who you were. It didn’t what you did. It didn’t matter where you lived. It didn’t matter how old you were. When the drone comes around if you didn’t have anything to fill the bucket with then that was it. The end. And it wasn’t a good end either.

ThaTunk ThaTunk ThaTunk

Your lusus is absolutely useless. Doesn’t matter what it is. If you had a big strong guardian it might try and fight, if it was an idiot. It might give you some time to run. Other’s might try to carry you to safety. The smartest ones just stand aside and let what will happen, happen. They’ll live, but they’ll live alone. No one wants a used lusus. Its laughable, running away. It just didn’t help. The Drone knew who you were. It would find you. Period.

ThaTunk ThaTunk

It seems so gentle when it picks you up. It’s not going to be jarring at all. Almost like your lusus on the first day. Feels all warm and nice, squirming out of the trials and letting someone else do all the work. Take care of you. It was a nice feeling. But the only time you’d be calm when the Drone comes around is if you wanted to end things in the most horrible way possible. You get stuck inside some weird chest jail thing. Didn’t matter how many trolls it took. You were alone. Always alone.

ThaThaThaTunk

And then it stopped. Will stop. Stop walking. The chest opens and all there is is black. Darkness. No one appears to tell you that you are bad. No Tyranny to lay down a judgement. You don’t meet the Empress. You don’t even meet an aide. There is nothing.

Except the room.

It looks like a box with a door. No one knows whats inside. Some say it’s just a cage where you wait to die. Some say it just leads down to some whirling blade pitcher. Blended into others for food. For maybe for genetic material. Some say you hear the constant whispers of the HorrorTerrors of the sky. Others say you face your greatest fear. I’mThey are not sure what’s worse.

I’m in front of the door. You will be in front of the door. You just open the door. And then go through. All I have to do is open the door and go through. The end. The final. Just open the door.

My God-

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it's full of stars.

edit: I'm going to start adding my stuff to Archive of Our Own. Any advice is nice.

[Sushi Database]

Now I want to read a fic about an Imperial Drone waiting patiently outside while a giggling young couple takes one of the buckets inside. Mood rebound!

Really enjoyed Sound and Fury and Zero Sum. Good work, guys! And thanks for the feedback, kms and Quixotic.

[Tenebrais]

The way I always imagined filling the pail was that after two trolls, uh, procreate (by whatever mechanism) each troll would produce some weird eggy looking thign. When the Drone comes round, they'd open it up into the appropriate pail. If they don't have one of each kind of egg by the time the drone comes round, it kills them.
It seems like the most reasonable way to require every troll to fill both pails on demand.

[Sushi Database]

Cant you just imagine a young troll Will Smith stalling an Imperial Drone for time while an awkward troll Kevin James does the deed, though?

[Tenebrais]

Oh absolutely. There's still room for last-minute emergency makeouts after all.

[Raikonos]

Yeah, but both buckets at once? Even if you had your matesprit and your kismesis with you, it would still be...

A TALL ORDER



wait shit thats not a pun

[Tenebrais]

But it would make for a magnificent romantic comedy.

[Bardic Feline]

Man, trolls really DO get the best romantic comedies.

[Wigmund]

The way I always imagined filling the pail was that after two trolls, uh, procreate (by whatever mechanism) each troll would produce some weird eggy looking thign. When the Drone comes round, they'd open it up into the appropriate pail. If they don't have one of each kind of egg by the time the drone comes round, it kills them.
It seems like the most reasonable way to require every troll to fill both pails on demand.

This almost sounds like humans having a baby and then having it pureed so that some robot can take the slurry and make more babies?

[altoCharolais]

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It's a certain code. Just pick a random color and replace "grey" or "blue" with:

------v-These-v----------
John: 0715cd (7-21-205)
Rose: b536da (181-54-218 )
Dave: e00707 (224-7-7)
Jade: 4ac925 (74-201-37)

Aradia: a10000 (161-0-0)
Tavros: a15000 (161-80-0)
Sollux: a1a100 (161-161-0)
Karkat: 626262 (98-98-98 )
Nepeta: 008b00 (0-139-0)
Kanaya: 008141 (0-129-65)
Terezi: 008282 (0-130-130)
Vriska: 004182 (0-65-130)
Equius: 000056 (0-0-86)
Gamzee: 2b0057 (43-0-87)
Eridan: 6a006a (106-0-106)
Feferi: 77003c (119-0-60)

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You have to put in a # sign too, though. [color=#0715cd] would be the full tag for John's color, for example.

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Nepeta is actually 416600.

Thank you very much, all of you! Now I hass the magic! Also I'm sorry I'm slow!

[KarneWarrior]

BLATANT SELF-INSERTION POWERS GO!!!!

TrollHouse
Tick Tock

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There was a clock on the wall. It counted down, only a few minutes to go. A ignorant child would look at the clock and be excited.

But these were not ignorant children. There were thirteen in all. Twelve of them knew eachother. And in their last moments, they huddled together, some of them sobbing, some of them merely wiping away the others tears.

Karkat spoke with a voice rare from him. A voice tinged not with anger or fury, but long, immortal sadness. "This is it guys." He said.

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"Actually, I was hoping to prevent that." Said the thirteenth, standing some ways away. He was shrouded in darkness, and his horns were small enough to be invisible in the lack of light. Glasses flashed.

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"Here's what you do. I need physical contact with one of you. Then that person can touch another person, and so on and so forth." The dark figure held out a hand, still keeping to the shadows.

Feferi quickly sprang to her feet and grabbed the hand for all she was worth. The figure grunted in disgust. "Woulda chosen another one of you, but ah, well..." He said.

The chain formed quickly out of necessity. The clock struck one second closer to death with every passing moment. Karkat grabbed Terezi's hand and squeezed. "If we don't make it..." He began.

"If we don't make it I'll eat my hat. Not that I wear hats most of the time..." Said the figure.

"Dude, did you just interrupt our romantic moment?" Asked Karkat, a bit of his signiture anger rising to the surface over his despair.

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"Yep! You two, separate." said the figure.

And then, silently, instantly, they were in another... place. It was bright, vivid, but not blindingly so. It was as if the trolls had blinked, and then the trip was over. Terezi and Karkat stepped in oppsite directions, each silently swearing to avoid this guys bad side.

Although, as they looked at him, he didn't look like much. Often when granted ultimate power, a person will beautify themselves. This one, however seemed to have taken a... different route. His blonde hair was fine, but greasy, and his chin was pointed like a spear. his eyes sparkled merrily, but certainly did not bespeak any great power or intelligence. His skin was a horrifying shade of pink, the same as those damn... Humans.

He looked like just another "good guy". the uncapitalized, non-hero kind. He certainly didn't look like a trans-dimensional traveler.

He spoke, and his voice was deep, but not smooth enough to be attractive. "Hey, Me casa es you casa. Make yourselves at home, my parents won't be home for about a week, so we got food. And pretty much infinite water. Water's cheap, but milk isn't, so Equius, stay the hell away from our milk." He smiled. "Let's show you around, neh?"

He began to walk around the house, identifying various things. Several of the trolls walked about in a sort of stupor, though a few listened, absorbing the culture. Kanaya in particular was interested, though Terezi kept a close ear on the finer details and Tavros was interested enough. Gamzee, as always, was hardly aware he wasn't on the meteor anymore.

"Alright, whoever you are, that's enough info on your hive. Where the hell are we?" asked Karkat after a few minutes.

The man blinked, seemingly disarmed by Karkats bluntness. "Of course! I, uhh, I'm very sorry. My bad, dude.

"We're on Earth. Not the one you guys have been trolling for so long, but a different-same one. One where Sburb never was invented. The idea was here, of course, which is how I got to you! You can thank a man called Andrew Hussie for attracting my interest and Terezi's lone awesomeness for my interest in saving you. Hell, Fef almost offset that. Bubbly little-"

Karkat growled, and the boy straightened. Feferi looked horrified, and Terezi looked a bit abivelent. He cleared his throat. "Err, yes, anyways, you can call me K.C. You could also call me God, the Great Asshole, or Mr. Terwilliger." The boy smiled, showing slightly crooked teeth.

"Earth." Growled Karkat. "Perfect."

K.C Smiled again.

[altoCharolais]

Okay, I really am slow. I'm sorry!!!! But there is just so much awesome in here. It makes me so happy, I keep getting distracted.

araianadream--Sound and Fury was amazing. You packed insane amounts of emotion in, and it all fit perfectly. Blew my mind.

Quixotic--I can't wait for more Zero Sum! I'm really enjoying reading about future!kids, and I think it's a really cool idea to have them go back to the game. So awesome.

Nakkirz--Felt! Oh wow, Felt! I love the Felt, and I am having soooooooo much fun reading about them before they...became the Felt. I can't wait until you write more.

Red Pen--Holy shit, Unhinged is so intense! More even than double rainbows.

silrini--Haha, Bro and Lalonde are so great. And baby Dave! And the pony...All of it, actually. Your whole story is great. I love it. Please write more!

[arianadream]

araianadream--Sound and Fury was amazing. You packed insane amounts of emotion in, and it all fit perfectly. Blew my mind.

Really? I'm glad - I know it's kind of incomplete fic as it doesn't really have much of a plot, it just follows the characters and delves a little more deeply into their minds and actions during the story. I'll probably try to come up with something a bit more substantial for my next fic, but this one wasn't bad for a first, I think! Thanks for reading.

[KarneWarrior]

here guys, have a young Vriska to make you giggle!
In this one Doc Scratch contacts a Vriska pretty fresh out of the caverns. I may do more of these pesterlogs later, if I feel like it.

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??? began trolling arachnidsGrip [AG] at 10:23

[AG]: Huh?
[AG]: Hello?
Hello, Vriska.
[AG]: ::::O
[AG]: How do u no my name????????
I know many things.
In fact I know just about everything.
[AG]: NO WAI!!!!!!!!
[AG]: I wanna do that toooooooo!
I do not think you will grow to have that sort of power.
No, one of your friends will be precognitive, but it shall not be you.
[AG]: Awwwwwwww, I was looking forward to 8eing a suuuuuuuuperwoman!
Hmm. I belive I have contacted you at the wrong point in time.
Yes, your typing has yet to mature.
[AG]: Hey, I type very mature!
[AG]: Ur not very nice!!!!!!!!
No, I suppose not.
When you get to be as old as I am, you do lose a bit of humanity.
Then again, I was never very human.
[AG]: lol?
[AG]: wut????????
Or troll, for that matter.
[AG]: Are u talking a8out ALIENS????????!!!!!!!!
[AG]: ::::O
From your viewpoint, yes.
Not any you may encounter though.
[AG]: No, I'll meet these aliens!
[AG]: And then I'll su8jigate them!
[AG]: Because th8ts what gr8wnups do!
No, you'll be much more important than that
[AG]: And then I'll 8e liked and every8ne w8ll l8ve me 8ecause I'll 8e the gr8test Troll ever!
I doubt it.
That would require unforseen coincidences.
And I always forsee coincidences.
[AG]: Ur lying!
[AG]: And ly8ng is what 8ad people do!
[AG]: ur a 8ad person!
I'm not.
[AG]: jajajajajajajaja!!!!!!!!
Goodbye, Vriska.
[AG]: ::::O

[Tenebrais]

I now want to edit one of the toddler sprites to look like Vriska.
I would but I'm at my parents' house and the only tool I have to do it is a mouse with a very unreliable LMB.

[arianadream]

here guys, have a young Vriska to make you giggle!
In this one Doc Scratch contacts a Vriska pretty fresh out of the caverns. I may do more of these pesterlogs later, if I feel like it.

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??? began trolling arachnidsGrip [AG] at 10:23

[AG]: Huh?
[AG]: Hello?
Hello, Vriska.
[AG]: ::::O
[AG]: How do u no my name????????
I know many things.
In fact I know just about everything.
[AG]: NO WAI!!!!!!!!
[AG]: I wanna do that toooooooo!
I do not think you will grow to have that sort of power.
No, one of your friends will be precognitive, but it shall not be you.
[AG]: Awwwwwwww, I was looking forward to 8eing a suuuuuuuuperwoman!
Hmm. I belive I have contacted you at the wrong point in time.
Yes, your typing has yet to mature.
[AG]: Hey, I type very mature!
[AG]: Ur not very nice!!!!!!!!
No, I suppose not.
When you get to be as old as I am, you do lose a bit of humanity.
Then again, I was never very human.
[AG]: lol?
[AG]: wut????????
Or troll, for that matter.
[AG]: Are u talking a8out ALIENS????????!!!!!!!!
[AG]: ::::O
From your viewpoint, yes.
Not any you may encounter though.
[AG]: No, I'll meet these aliens!
[AG]: And then I'll su8jigate them!
[AG]: Because th8ts what gr8wnups do!
No, you'll be much more important than that
[AG]: And then I'll 8e liked and every8ne w8ll l8ve me 8ecause I'll 8e the gre8test Troll ever!
I doubt it.
That would require unforseen coincidences.
And I always forsee coincidences.
[AG]: Ur lying!
[AG]: And ly8ng is what 8ad people do!
[AG]: ur a 8ad person!
I'm not.
[AG]: jajajajajajajaja!!!!!!!!
Goodbye, Vriska.
[AG]: ::::O

Haha, that was delightful! I wonder how old Vriska would have been there? Nice job.

[altoCharolais]

Really? I'm glad - I know it's kind of incomplete fic as it doesn't really have much of a plot, it just follows the characters and delves a little more deeply into their minds and actions during the story. I'll probably try to come up with something a bit more substantial for my next fic, but this one wasn't bad for a first, I think! Thanks for reading.

I didn't think it felt incomplete at all. You showed us what was going on in the minds of the characters at some of the most crucial points in their story, and I really thought you filled them out very well. I can't wait until you come out with something new!

[Nakkirz]

altoCharolais- Aaaahhhh thank youuu! I'm glad you like!

Past parts:

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Part 1: http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4060872
Part 2: http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4061592
Part 3: http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4068410
Part 4: http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4079916
Part 5 (which I forgot to name, durr): http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4084232

Felt, Part 6

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He was dreaming. He knew he was, but something was keeping him from waking himself up. He wasn’t sure what was happening; all he could see was an emerald blackness that sparkled with other colors from time to time- frozen blue, dark green, maroon, pale purple, eye-burning orange, bright bloody red, piercing yellow, and a warm, shimmering white. The white pinprick grew bigger, taller, less shapeless; his feet were rooted to the ground, and he couldn’t breathe. The white man- for now, he could tell it was at least humanoid, though he couldn’t seem to focus on his face- folded his arms behind his back, nonchalant, expectant.

“Time to wake up, Dwight.”

His eyes flew open, though he didn’t move any other muscles; for a moment, he laid flat in his bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Soon, he realized: ’m in a bed. Why am I in a bed? Am I a guest somewhere?...

Suddenly he remembered, and he lurched, sitting up quickly and looking around, somewhat bewildered. Then, he slowly slid out of the covers and, putting his bare feet onto the inexplicably green wooden floor, explored the room he was in- all made up in lovely shades of green- as he went over the last night’s occurrences in his head.

They had found the mansion with ease, once they had traveled for a long time- too long to remember anything specific. Clover and he had carefully came down from Cans’ shoulder, and approached the great green doorway at the front of the house- but right as they went to knock on it, it had opened inward and an extremely tall, gruff-looking man had appeared. 14, as the nameless man had started thinking of him as (since in all honesty he couldn’t remember if he’d mentioned his name and only recalled his tall, green-striped hat from last night), had led all seven of their strange crew into that cavernous atrium of the green mansion. He seemed to be prepared for their arrival, somehow, because he gave each new arrival very specific instructions on where to go and what they would find. And it wasn’t just specificity in directions- he seemed to know an awful lot about the travelers themselves. A tiny smile snuck onto his face when he remembered 14 telling off the tall man about going too fast on the nicer rugs.

From there, once everyone had shot a couple questions at 14, six group members had ventured into the twisting halls to look for their ‘rooms.’ 14, realizing their seventh member’s predicament, had taken matters into his own hands and taken the unconscious Die somewhere unknowable, hopefully to a doctor. …Did they even have a doctor here?

Quietly, so not to wake anyone up- for he could see, by the clock on his bed stand, it was five in the morning- he cleaned himself up and carefully shaved, savoring the fact that he actually had access to these lovely commodities again. Spending over a month in a burning-hot desert with no change of clothes really made him appreciate the finer things in life, now, such as running water and climate control. Speaking of such, since he had only had one set of clothes for god knows how long, he ambled to the closet to see if there was anything that might fit him. When he opened it, though, he was surprised to find that there nearly everything in the closet- from the change of pajamas, to the shoes, to the fancy suits he found hanging up- was in his size. After much deliberation, he finally found something he liked: a simply-styled green suit and bowtie, lined with thin, velvety felt. Soon, he was dressed, and feeling much better than he had in many, many months.

Then, something on the upper shelf of the closet caught his eye; there was a splash of blue amidst the green. While there were small accents of the same color in his room- the numbers on his clock were printed blue, there was blue detailing on the bedclothes- he wasn’t expecting to see something that large in the shade. Reaching up and grasping the edge, he pulled down a fancy blue top hat. Emblazoned along the hatband area, right in front, was a number encircled in white. Two.

He shivered, then thought of how nice it was that the hat seemed to fit him, and decided to wear it out. He felt a little silly, wearing such a bright color against his green suit, but he didn’t really care. In his opinion, he was allowed some silliness after all that toil, wasn’t he?

It was seven in the morning, now- he always had been a notoriously slow dresser- and he remembered 14 saying something about there being breakfast made in the morning. Seven seemed a reasonable time for such a thing, and so he decided to venture out into the hall. He had no idea where he was going, but he had a little inkling in the bottom of his brain that he would end up where he needed to be, sooner or later.

For a while, he roamed the halls, and began to worry that he was going to be late. With the abundance of clocks- for, indeed, there had to be a thousand or more- he could tell exactly what time it is, and he’d already wasted fifteen minutes wandering around. Absently, he began to check doors- most lead into nondescript rooms, much like drawing rooms and game rooms, several with game tables; a few branched off into different halls. He took some of the hall doors a few times, drifting aimlessly.

Randomly, he found another door- this one was a little different, though. It was far more worn wood, older, more familiar-looking. There also seemed to be something carved into the front… he couldn’t quite tell what it was, though it looked like a number. Curious, he carefully opened the door without a sound and peeked through the crack he’d made… to see a radically different room.

This new room was nothing like the ones he’d seen before. Those had been small, cozy, tidy, all put together very nicely, and only dimly lit; this room was a brightly-lit, intimidating, disorganized mess spanning the entire, long length of the room. Swaths of cloth and spools of thread and a few stray needles were strewn around the tables lining the walls, spilling over their edges and pooling on the floorboards; sewing implements like old-fashioned sewing machines, pincushions, and various findings were scattered on the tables and floor, again; and several brilliant shades of cloth hung from anywhere they could find purchase on the walls, whether hanging on hooks or tacked onto the wallpaper. To one side of the room was a tall tailor’s dummy with the beginnings of an oversized green overcoat hanging on it, with accents in all the colors he could think of. As he glanced, he thought he saw the colors shift lazily against the green cloth. The strangest things, though, were the dolls: seven white, plush, life-sized dolls, suspended by green rope tied ‘round their necks, were hanging down from the ceiling. Each one had a differently-colored round hat. There was one solid-colored hat that was maroon, and six white hats with a single stripe of color- maroon, red, orange, yellow, blue, dark green, and purple, one color for each hat. He gawked at the strange sight.

As he looked further back into the room, he noticed that some of the cleaner tables in the back were actually beds. No, they were cots; too flat and simple to be normal beds. All of them seemed to be empty, except for one, which held the sleeping form of a thin green man with dark-lidded eyes…

“…D… Die??” he squeaked in a whisper, eyes wide.

“Is that his name?”

He froze in fear at the sudden, gruff, tough voice behind him; it gave an exasperated sigh and said, “Jesus Christ, kid! How are you gonna survive here if you’re so jumpy?”

The speaker moved out from behind him, and he saw that it was a gruff, tough man in a finely tailored green suit, much like his own. He looked as though he was just on the verge of middle-age; his thick eyebrows were knit over bright, cunning yellow eyes, and he held two pins clenched in his teeth. He couldn’t help but notice the long, stitched-up scar scraping down the right side of the man’s face, and it made him uncomfortable.

“…Uh,” he said numbly, still a bit in shock. The man rolled his eyes.

“You’re one of the new arrivals, aren’tcha? M’ name’s Stitch. What’s yours?”

“…I… don’t…. really have one…”

“What, really? Sheesh, someone here isn’t very imaginative,” Stitch said, crossing his arms and looking unimpressed. “Well, whoever you are, what are you doing in my boutique?”

“Oh… this is your room?... I… I thought it was…” He meekly pointed to his unconscious friend in the back of the room. Stitch glanced at him, and then gave a ‘hmph.’

“No, no, no. I’m just watchin’ over him- he’s real beat up from whatever happened to him out in that godforsaken desert. I’m makin’ sure he has some time to recuperate and maybe get over that awful fever he’s got before he has to get down to business with th’ rest of us.”

“So… you’re a doctor?” This was a relief.

“Yep. And a tailor. I made that suit you’re wearin’.”

“R… really?” he asked, an expression of surprise on his face. “…Well… I must say it’s a very fine suit, Mr…?”

“Stitch,” Stitch repeated. “Sheesh, you’ve got one shitty memory, don’tcha?”

He decided it was about time to change the subject. “…In any case… sorry for intruding in your boutique, Mr. Stitch… I was told that there would be breakfast, at some point in the morning, and… I was looking for where it might be…”

“Oh, the dining room? ‘S just down the hallway. Go out my door, hang a right, and then keep goin’ straight for a while. Go through one of the doors on the left- and if you open up into a room with a four-poster bed inside you’ve gone too far, so you know. You should be able to tell where it is just by the sound when you get near it, though,” Stitch lectured quickly. His nameless conversation partner nodded slowly, processing the instructions.

“Thank you, Stitch… Will you be joining us… this morning?”

“Yeah, in a bit. I got a couple things t’ do around the boutique, here, so I’ll be in there later in the mornin’. You go ahead.” Stitch gestured vaguely towards the door, and he reluctantly turned towards it. He opened it, stepped through… and then poked his head back in for a moment, looking to the back of the room and Die’s cot in concern. Stitch looked up at him, annoyed. “What?”

“Will Die be alright?...”

“Who?”

“Die… the man in your cot back there. …He’s a friend of mine…”

“Oh, he’ll be fine. Right as rain in a couple days, maybe a week at most. Don’t worry about him, I’ve got him covered.”

“Okay. Goodbye, Stitch,” he said quietly, reassured, and returned to the hallway, closing the door.

HURRRRRRRRGH this is shorter than I wanted it to be, but it just seemed like it would be TOO long if I continued it to encompass the next thing I have planned. I'll write that stuff up ASAP because I really wanna write it out omgomgomg

(also is there anyone else who's really pissed off that we don't get to see what Aradia and Scratch are talking about in the new update? FFFFFFF)

[Nickie]

Yaaaaaaay Stitch appears! And he's all gruff and grumpy XD

I'm enjoying this story if you can't tell :3

[nightmarechild]

And now the next chapter to my bad troll fic that no one reads. Warning: This chapter is more sadness than romance.

Alone: Ch. 2 (1)

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gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling fleshSlasher [FS]

GC: WH1T3?
GC: 1S TH4T 3V3N POSS1BL3?
FS: i know it's hard to believe, but it's true
FS: please don't tell anyone that would exploit it
GC: Y34H 3QU1US WOULD FL1P
GC: BUT 1-
GC: 1 DON'T M1ND
FS: really *questionmark*
GC: 1 WOND3R WH4T 1T WOULD T4ST3 L1K3 H3H3H3
FS: of kourse you would
GC: H3Y >:(
FS: i'm sorry, i just
FS: i just hadn't aktually planned for anything other than sheer rejektion
GC: W3LL 1 WON'T T3LL 4NYON3 1F 1 C4N H3LP 1T
GC: BUT SOLLUX M1GHT B3 H4CK1NG MY CH4TS
FS: what *questionmark*
FS: why *questionmark*
GC: 4H YOU WOULDN'T UND3RST4ND
GC: 1T'S 4 SGRUB TH1NG
FS: of korse
FS: we kan't ever be on the same terms with that fateful game
FS: kould i retire for a while lady *questionmark*
FS: my head
FS: my head is just spinning
GC: ON ON3 COND1T1ON
FS: anything for you lady
GC: S3ND M3 4 P1CTUR3 OF YOU
GC: NO ON3 KNOWS WH4T YOU LOOK L1K3
FS: i will komplete this task at a later time

He wasn't lieing. They could never be on the same level when it comes to that game. He sighed and lied down on a pile of torn up cement from the basement walls of his home. It was now more than ever that he missed everyone.

He missed his old friends. Even though they were still in contact, he missed these new friends. He missed his lusus even though he never really knew it. It died when he was less than a sweep old, he was forced to fend for himself in the harsh Alternian world.

When he first met other trolls he was shunned for his ridiculous name. Most names were shorter than his and usually three syllables. He had chosen his own when he was still hunting out of sheer hunger.

He missed everyone, everything. His nightmares were filled with everyone he could remember having their faces fade away. No faces, without memories all he had were those he trolled. They might not even be real, they might just fractured bits of his insane mind. If his memories faded he would truly and in all senses be completely, alone...trapped in a place worse than hell.

Quickly shooting up he gasped and panted in a cold sweat. He quickly fumbled for a key and opened his box again. At the bottom of the knives was an envelope. He opened it and slowly calmed down looking at all the simple photographs. Looking at the faces of complete strangers but faces nonetheless.

After putting everything away he felt his stomach groan. He sighed, getting food was such a pain. It was a long trip down winding stairs before he got to the hallway. Before he entered his basement he paused by the window and for the hell of it looked outside.

Same depressing sight that crushed his soul. What did he see you ask? No it wasn't the Alternian sun, nor the moon or the stars, not the hellish wastes that was the landscape. He didn't see the dream world of Prospit, he didn't see Skaia, not the Veil as seen from the Derse dreamers. Just the same old sight.

The sight of a dead session.

Derse and Prospit had completely wiped each other out, Skaia died, the Veil was empty. Everything was gone. He had the curse of life. All that would happen is the game would go to it's most basic code until it was no longer needed. When he died the session would close up and that was that. And he knew the worst part was.

He could have been free. If only they thought him worthy enough to include in their session. Either he would move from his medium to theirs and have another chance to beat the game, or his session would be revitalized.

Either way it was pointless, they would never play that game again. At least they were only trapped on a meteor with each other. He was in a crumbling mansion falling apart from lack of upkeep (he was only one man after all). His fortress of solitude. Chapel of the hermit. Prison of loneliness.

But no use whining about it, he stopped thinking of a way out long ago. All that he could do was survive and slightly ease the troubles of others. But to survive one needs food. So he opened the door.

How the hell did those last 4 paragraphs get there?

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♪Writ-ing a Sad Roma-ance♪

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Now that I think about it I could keep it Bad Romance because I am a horrible writer.

[BPrinny]

Quick question: How exactly do you hide something using a spoiler?

[Gensotekei]

Genso used CRAP FIC!
Everyoneelse used GOOD FIC!
Genso's SELF ESTEEM HAS LOWERED!

You are all awesome and I love you. Uhhm, KarkatXSolluxXTerezi, since OT3s are apparantly not as relevant as regular pairings. >:U (Although it will probably be KarXSol centered because of my whole LIKING MEN bias bleh homosexuality whatevs) CRIT PLZ

Edit: Bleh wrote this at one in the morning will probably be entirely rewritten later after sleep what is sleep i dont even zzzzzz

Blue to Red part one

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The slightly taller troll spoke first. "I... Can we just never talk about this again?" He inched away from the one sitting next to him, while trying to think of what to do from there. Part of him, a part of him that never really went away, told him to scream and to start hating his best friend. But what would be the point? Goddamnit, he was like a brother, or a morail, or really just the only fucking person who understood him on this goddamned meteor. He let out a sigh and started to get up. "... I really mean it. I mean, in case you forgot, I'm not single. She'd roast me alive for this. Or just laugh, I'm not sure which." He paused. Another sign she wasnt the one, that one of his first thoughts on her reactions was just her laughing and rolling around when he says he's fallen in love with his best friend. Or is he... No, best friend, what the hell had gotten into him?

The shorter troll just sat there, a little dumbfounded. He had finally told the one he thought was the one his feelings, which had lead to the happiest night of his life, and it just ended with "fuck off, I didnt mean to do that"? Hell no. "Kk... Look, I know its weird and everything, but I really do love you. Hell, all you had to dois just listen and respond, I had to go through Eri after breaking up with... and even just finding the voice to speak to you-" He cut himself off. What the fuck was this whiny "I'll love you forever" bullshit? And why the hell was Karkat being so bitchy about this whole subject? Sure, Terezi would probably make the next month for him a new hell, but when was that new? She was always a bit of a bitch, just manipulating and being herself and... Oh hell. Really, jealous of his best friend's girlfriend? It kept looking like another one of Karkats horrible movies, only nobody was laughing. God. "Look, please, just at least tell someone about this. Just so that you can't say that what you felt wasn't real, or never happened. Talk to someone who would put up with your emotional romantic bullshit and would understand."

Karkat paused. "I am not speaking to the fish girl. Ever."

"I never said I was talking about her." Sollux brought up one of his hands to lick it, like a cat licking it's-

"NO, FUCK THAT. NO NEPETA." Karkat blushed. God, she was about as bad as he was sometimes. Jesus, its like she took some form of pleasure from seeing everyone pair up.

Sollux laughed. "She's not that bad, and besides, who else is there? I mean, you could talk about all your problems to Vriska, that would end well..."

Karkat sighed. Why was he even agreeing to this shit? "Fine. This is all your fault." He stormed out of the room before sollux could respond with reason and logic. Fucking psychic.

***

Karkat was completely nervous. God, wasnt this another woman he was supposed to hate? And still, she was one of the best people he could talk to on relationships, and she was actually a decent person, despite the whole crazy catbitch thing. "N... Nepeta?" Oh fuck Karkat, grow a pair, speak with authority damnit! "Nepeta, I need to talk to you in private."

"Okay! Be right there, I have to finish something!" A few minutes passed with Karkat just standing awkwardly outside her room. God she scared the piss out of him sometimes, she's probably skinning some monster or...

"Hello, lowblood." Karkat was suddenly shoved to the side by a gigantic hulking mass wearing a sleek evening gown. It was only gross if you thought about it, and Horsedick left as fast as he came into the corridor. The door he came from started to swing shut, but it was stopped by a green-coated girl popped through.

"Karkat!" She purred and brought him a dead mouse as a present. Jegus christ she was a freaky bitch. "I'm purrfectly happy to see you today! What is it you wanted to talk about?"

Karkat just stood there, and then walked in and shut the door. "I need your help with something thats going on..." He stopped and thought to himself how easy it'd be to lie to Nepeta- No, he promised his... Morail? Boytoy? Makeout friend? He would do this, but he would have to work up enough courage first. He sat down on one of the many rugs in her room, and tried to focus his thoughts. While doing this, Nepeta crawled onto his lap.

"You have a purr-"

"Say purroblem and I will punch you in the throat."

"Fine. Grumpybutt. You have an... issue you want me to help fix?"

Karkat just sat and started to tell how he had gotten there with Sollux that night, what he was suspicious of both Terezi and Sollux for. He began exactly a week earlier, before anything more complicated then the advanced application of temporal mechanics and physics had shown up.

The day he found his second love.

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ALSO THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT MAKING OUT IN THE FIRST PARAGRAPSH I SWEAR

Or you know I forgot the cardinal rule of no HOO HOO HOO on this board after writing the first few lines. God Lex I'm sorry that i am truely this disgusting of a person. T///T

Genso's SELF ESTEEM has reached ZERO!
Genso FAINTED.

[irenicPie]

And now the next chapter to my bad troll fic that no one reads. Warning: This chapter is more sadness than romance.

Alone: Ch. 2 (1)

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gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling fleshSlasher [FS]

GC: WH1T3?
GC: 1S TH4T 3V3N POSS1BL3?
FS: i know it's hard to believe, but it's true
FS: please don't tell anyone that would exploit it
GC: Y34H 3QU1US WOULD FL1P
GC: BUT 1-
GC: 1 DON'T M1ND
FS: really *questionmark*
GC: 1 WOND3R WH4T 1T WOULD T4ST3 L1K3 H3H3H3
FS: of kourse you would
GC: H3Y >
FS: i'm sorry, i just
FS: i just hadn't aktually planned for anything other than sheer rejektion
GC: W3LL 1 WON'T T3LL 4NYON3 1F 1 C4N H3LP 1T
GC: BUT SOLLUX M1GHT B3 H4CK1NG MY CH4TS
FS: what *questionmark*
FS: why *questionmark*
GC: 4H YOU WOULDN'T UND3RST4ND
GC: 1T'S 4 SGRUB TH1NG
FS: of korse
FS: we kan't ever be on the same terms with that fateful game
FS: kould i retire for a while lady *questionmark*
FS: my head
FS: my head is just spinning
GC: ON ON3 COND1T1ON
FS: anything for you lady
GC: S3ND M3 4 P1CTUR3 OF YOU
GC: NO ON3 KNOWS WH4T YOU LOOK L1K3
FS: i will komplete this task at a later time

He wasn't lieing. They could never be on the same level when it comes to that game. He sighed and lied down on a pile of torn up cement from the basement walls of his home. It was now more than ever that he missed everyone.

He missed his old friends. Even though they were still in contact, he missed these new friends. He missed his lusus even though he never really knew it. It died when he was less than a sweep old, he was forced to fend for himself in the harsh Alternian world.

When he first met other trolls he was shunned for his ridiculous name. Most names were shorter than his and usually three syllables. He had chosen his own when he was still hunting out of sheer hunger.

He missed everyone, everything. His nightmares were filled with everyone he could remember having their faces fade away. No faces, without memories all he had were those he trolled. They might not even be real, they might just fractured bits of his insane mind. If his memories faded he would truly and in all senses be completely, alone...trapped in a place worse than hell.

Quickly shooting up he gasped and panted in a cold sweat. He quickly fumbled for a key and opened his box again. At the bottom of the knives was an envelope. He opened it and slowly calmed down looking at all the simple photographs. Looking at the faces of complete strangers but faces nonetheless.

After putting everything away he felt his stomach groan. He sighed, getting food was such a pain. It was a long trip down winding stairs before he got to the hallway. Before he entered his basement he paused by the window and for the hell of it looked outside.

Same depressing sight that crushed his soul. What did he see you ask? No it wasn't the Alternian sun, nor the moon or the stars, not the hellish wastes that was the landscape. He didn't see the dream world of Prospit, he didn't see Skaia, not the Veil as seen from the Derse dreamers. Just the same old sight.

The sight of a dead session.

Derse and Prospit had completely wiped each other out, Skaia died, the Veil was empty. Everything was gone. He had the curse of life. All that would happen is the game would go to it's most basic code until it was no longer needed. When he died the session would close up and that was that. And he knew the worst part was.

He could have been free. If only they thought him worthy enough to include in their session. Either he would move from his medium to theirs and have another chance to beat the game, or his session would be revitalized.

Either way it was pointless, they would never play that game again. At least they were only trapped on a meteor with each other. He was in a crumbling mansion falling apart from lack of upkeep (he was only one man after all). His fortress of solitude. Chapel of the hermit. Prison of loneliness.

But no use whining about it, he stopped thinking of a way out long ago. All that he could do was survive and slightly ease the troubles of others. But to survive one needs food. So he opened the door.

How the hell did those last 4 paragraphs get there?

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♪Writ-ing a Sad Roma-ance♪

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Now that I think about it I could keep it Bad Romance because I am a horrible writer.

I'm a sucker for sad romances.

You're a far better writer than me, anyhow (and I get A*s for my writing in English Lit for some reason).

I love Sleighten, when do we get the next part??

[Valter]

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