TROLL!COPS: The AU

[kaoticAntagonist]

This weekend I plan to work on some fics, so I should have a couple of new ones before monday. Nice fic by the way.

[Deeum]

OP updated and added a sprite section for people who wanna contribute with sprites.

Once again, feel free to bean me with the closest object if I'm forgetting something. Do not be shy in telling me this.

[Wigmund]

Looking back the disaster thing I wrote, I just realized how friggin' dark I made that

Anyways, here's the continuing saga of Equius and Egbertman taking on terrorists in the Nakdoofenpap Tower.
D.O.O.F. Harder
(Sequel to D.O.O.F. Hard)

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Sergeant Zahhak landed hard in the darkness that lay far below Nakdoofenpap Tower. He lifted his broken shades so his troll night vision could help him find a way out of where ever it was he landed. Equius moved out from under the air shaft just in time for Egbertman to land where he was standing.

"Shit it's dark."
"D--> Indeed."
"Well, is there a way out of this place?"
"D--> Indeed."
"Can you actually speak to me and explain stuff?"
Equius didn't respond. Instead he moved deeper into the darkness, leaving Egbertman blind and alone.
"Aren't you a helpful one..."

He stopped when he heard the creak of metal and a doorway opened up. He couldn't see where it was.
"D--> I have found an exit, Egbertman. Follow me."
"Yeah...I can't see a damned thing. Care to help a blind man out?"
Equius sighed, walked over the Egbertman and pushed him in the direction of the door. He was surprised when the hero responded as if he had just lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Such POWER...
"D--> This was human. There's a doorway that leads into what I shall assume is the maintenance level below the Tower."

Equius guided Egbertman through the doorway and into the dark hall. He let Egbertman find his bearings using a nearby wall while he tried to figure out which way they should go.
"D--> Stay here while I scout ahead."
"No need for that, there's a light switch right here."
"D--> A what-"
Equius found himself blinded by the sudden arrival of light. It hurt his eyes. Egbertman was over by some switches, turned to look at Equius, and stopped cold.

The lights went back out.
"Oh...wow...."
"D--> You f001! Why didn't you warn me that you were going to turn those on?"
"Sorry about that. I'm going to turn them back on in a second. Please put your shades back on.
Oh for the love of gog, put those shades back on."
"D--> Whatever human, my shades are back on. You may re-activate those lights."
The lights flicked back on and Equius noticed Egbertman was pale as a sheet.
"D--> Are you well enough to proceed?"
"Yeah, just give me a moment."

Eventually, the hero composed himself and the two found their way out of the maintenance bay and discovered an elevator.

"Sub-level 48? Damn that's deep. So, shall we make this journey much shorter and use the elevator?"
"D--> I don't trust it, but I want to get this tribulation over with as soon as possible."

Egbertman hit the elevator up button and the two waited for their ride to show up.


Far above the two, someone sitting in the security offices noticed a light flash on a panel that tracked the use of elevators within Nakdoofenpap Tower. The man got up from his seat watching the gathering police blockade outside on the security cameras and walked over to the panel.

He wiped off the blood from the previous occupants of the office from the panel and read with alarm that someone was using the elevators from so far below the Tower.

He grabbed his comm, "Hey boss, looks like we have someone down below trying to crash the party."


Further up in the tower, a man in a business suit surrounded by armed mercenaries picked up his own comm and listened to his associate in the security offices. He smiled slyly. Someone got inside. Must have been the same people who triggered the alarm on the rooftop air vent. That blue-blooded police officer? He heard about how tough that one was.
He activated the comm, "Wait until it nears the main lobby and then blow the lift, dropping it down the shaft."
His suggestion was met with an affirmative response from the other end of the comm.

The man put away the comm, but quickly picked it back up when it started to crackle again.
"Who is this? Who's trying to contact me? Lobby? Security Office?"
There was silence for a moment, then a voice came drifting over the radio.
"T00k me l0ng en0ugh t0 crack the signal used by y0ur radi0s."
"Who is this? Identify yourself."
"This is 0fficer Aradia Megid0 0f the Division 0f 0verwhelming F0rce 0f the Alternia City P0lice Department. I rec0mmend that y0u and y0ur c0h0rts surrender peacefully."
The man laughed and so did his comrades that could hear the radio. The people that had been expecting a nice Four Saints party cringed in fear as they did so. Several of them looked at the bloody messes suspended from the ceiling as 'examples' of what happened when they didn't cooperate with their new hosts.

"Ah, Officer Megido. The APD's resident chrome job."
"I am n0t 0kay with that slur."
"And I'll make sure to not care about that robot."
The man picked up the comm and walked into the corporate offices his group were using to plan out this event. He sat down at the desk of the Vice President of the company, the former VP wasn't going to be using it anymore or ever again. The man rubbed the desk top. Such a pity, it will be so hard for the cleaners to remove those blood stains and bullets scars from the solid oak top.
"I will ask again: Surrender n0w 0r face the c0nsequences 0f y0ur acti0ns."
Another laugh from the man. Aradia, sitting on a rooftop that gave her an excellent view of the Nakdoofenpap Tower and its surroundings would have frowned if she could have. She disliked this. Something was wrong.
"I'm sure we will my former lady. But for now, why don't you keep yourself busy and tell your fellow APD officers to keep back from the Tower."
She could hear the man smirk over the radio broadcast.
"We don't want to have any more accidents like there was earlier with that patrol car."
"That was my patr0l car that was destr0yed. I did n0t appreciate that."
"Ah, then I guess your partner is the one currently infesting the air vents."
There was a pause and she could barely make out the man talking to someone near him.
"Well, that's a real pity. Because your partner is about to die."
She heard the radio on his end switch to another channel, which didn't stop her from listening in.
"Attention my friends, we've got a little birdie on our shoulders, so watch what you say."
Another voice popped up, "The elevator's approaching the lobby. Drop it?"
The leader responded with a simple, "Yes".

Aradia quickly tried to contact Equius. But his location was shielding him from receiving any communications. She sighed and then contacted the officer leading the ever growing police blockade around the Tower.
"I've just been advised by the men currently in c0ntr0l 0f the T0wer that y0u all sh0uld keep y0ur distance."
"Whatever Officer Megido, we'll listen to those assholes when the HorrorTerrors arrive."
Aradia sighed and then went back to monitoring the hostage taker's radio. Commissioner AR was here, not good.


Deep inside the Tower, Equius and Egbertman waitied patiently as the elevator slowly rose from the depths below the Tower and neared the Lobby.
"This is taking forever."
"D--> Indeed."
"Could you stop saying that?"
Equius was about to respond, but the two mangrit-infused individuals stumbled as the elevator suddenly stopped.
"D--> This is most une%pected..."
"What's going-"

Egbertman was cut off when they heard a series of small explosions around them.
"Oh shit."

And with that, the elevator plummeted back into the darkness.

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Oh dear, I hope I can get this done in two more chapters.

[gingerale]

You ended with a cliffhanger? Seriously? That's plain cruel!

[Ocfos]

OP updated and added a sprite section for people who wanna contribute with sprites.

Alright, might aswell finish what i started from my side.
U'm gonna get working with the rest of the sprites soon.
Terezicop done, a fair bit to go..
Might take me a bit though as i'm lazy and all that. :v

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[complexTalent]

I love Wigmundfics.

[DeadBrain]

You ended with a cliffhanger? Seriously? That's plain cruel!

C'mon. Did a crashing elevator stopped anyone?

I have yet to see a movie in which someone dies in an event like this.

Now I image Equius just standing there, at the bottom of the shaft, surrounded by debris and complaining about how long it will take them to get back, and now there's dust on his clothes.

[gingerale]

Well since it's Equius and John they might figure if they jump before the elevator hits the bottom they'll survive. xD

[Vasch]

Oh...oh my goodness. I just stumbled upon this masterpiece of a thread and I'm still so much in awe I think i'm blind in one eye from all the awesome.
This is amazing, guys. Just amazing. How could I contribute to this? I'm not so good at writing, so... >.>

[gingerale]

Eugh.. I think I'll give up trying to draw this thing. I can't get CrowBro's helmet to look right from behind. Now it looks like some sort of a porcupine to me or something. Didn't even bother to try to draw Jack's hand properly because of that. Also it seems I forgot to draw the sword. It was meant to be floating next to him.


Anyways, the idea was that he was searching for the four orb ring deep below the Alternia City...

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[kaoticAntagonist]

Eugh.. I think I'll give up trying to draw this thing. I can't get CrowBro's helmet to look right from behind. Now it looks like some sort of a porcupine to me or something. Didn't even bother to try to draw Jack's hand properly because of that. Also it seems I forgot to draw the sword. It was meant to be floating next to him.


Anyways, the idea was that he was searching for the four orb ring deep below the Alternia City...

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Im not entirely sure what that is. Did Jack go back in time or something? Oh no... Did he go FOWARD in time! Wait, no, that makes no sense. good drawing anyway. much better than anything i could do.

[frostedWarlock]

I would like it if someone made a fic for this AU named Illegal Weepy Shenanigans. it would also be awesome if people got that reference

[kaoticAntagonist]

Wheeling

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Mr. Pupa stared at his dinner, eating it silently. Prepared by professional chefs and made to his highest standards he knew that it should be a carnival to his taste buds. Instead his food tasted like ash in his mouth.

Sitting alone at the gigantic dining table was daunting, at first, to Tavros. He was never especially comfortable about it, even when his parents had been alive and would occasionally join him in the silent room. At the dinner parties he had always felt the stares of the adults. It didn’t bother him. He was never going to be an athlete, even when he could walk. But it wasn't because of his legs that they stared. He could have understood them if it was that. Maybe even forgive them. It was the goddamn whispers he couldn't stand.

He signaled the butler, who was waiting by the kitchen's entrance. He backed up his chair and began to roll down the small ramp that had been installed years ago. He slowly moved across the mansion, passing the foyer and passing the portrait with his smiling parents.

He had always felt apart from people. He made no friends growing up. Few people talked to him after they had known him for a while. He was creepy they said. He was dangerous they said. He didn't mind. Sometimes they tried to bully him. He took it, never retaliating, soaking up the words and abuse like a sponge. It was unimportant. Eventually they just tried to avoid him. He was okay with that. There was less temptation that way. He was always alone, until he met her.

Up to the elevator the had installed at the bottom of the stairs he couldn't use. Down the shaft, reflecting. Trying to remember. His memory was always perfect until he saw something he didn't know. Like the picture that was in his old room, of him smiling with someone he never met.

Sometimes, when her back was turned, he wanted to kill her. To have one perfect moment where he was the only person in her universe. Where he was her world. He never did though because then she would turn back smile at him and he realized that all he wanted was to talk to her. To be near her and to listen and to play and to laugh. He didn't mind when she talked about the yellow-blood she had a crush on. He didn't want that from her. All he desired was to be normal, and she made him feel that.

His hide-out wasn't large. Hidden underneath the mansion, it was the place where he played the game of the city, where he planned and plotted. It was also where thought. He would wheel up in front of the lance that killed his parents and try to remember what had happened before.

When she had told him that she had gotten into the academy he felt happy for her. It was one of her dreams, to help people, and this was the first step. She had called him to invite him to a party the day she was going to graduate. The entire department was going to be there, she said, and they could bring one friend. She had wanted him. The only way he would have disappointed her was to be dead. He had looked everywhere for a present, and finally decided on a new whip. She collected them and showed him tricks occasionally.

The whip was hung over the lance in a place of honor. He couldn't remember why and it infuriated him. But he couldn't throw it away. He started to cry whenever he looked at it and began to feel something. So he tried to ignore it. But when he looked at it his scar always started to itch.

He found out who had killed her in three days. His parents had walked in, screaming about something, when he realized. He broke. His monster broke out and gorged itself. When he woke up for what he knew would be the last time he had carved into his skin his mission. Even if Tavros Nitram died he would avenge her. His monster, which was screaming in pleasure at being let out, would make sure of it. He would avenge her. It would be long. It would be painful. She would beg to die before has finished. She would scream for days months years forever. She would love him she would die for him she would kill herself to please him and he would break her. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. It would be beautiful and it would be bloody and it would kill them both. It was the only way. The monster may not remember but it would not fail. He would not let it. The monster wanted everything to burn. It wanted annihilation. But Tavros would carve into its flesh, into its mind, and into its soul the only thing that mattered. And it would be done before he was ended.

Make her pay.

Mr. Pupa couldn't remember the picture, or the whip, or the memories. He just wanted to rule the world. But sometimes he would forget himself and Tavros would come and he would throw his head back and cry. Taste his own tears and laugh until he couldn't breathe. And come one step closer to dying with her.

He would make her pay.

Here it is, unedited and freshly finished. Hope it doesn't suck.
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Here is the product of listening to 2-pac and kindle commercial songs. Originally it was much different but it changed as I wrote it to include Aradia and Vriska. The title probably needs changing but I cant think of anything better so there it is. If anyone has something better feel free to suggest it.
I tried to get across that Mr. Pupa and Tavros Nitram are two different people, like John and Mr. Monster in I am not a Serial Killer which I recently read. Hoped it worked. Enjoy.

[DeadBrain]

Wheeling

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Mr. Pupa stared at his dinner, eating it silently. Prepared by professional chefs and made to his highest standards he knew that it should be a carnival to his taste buds. Instead his food tasted like ash in his mouth.

Sitting alone at the gigantic dining table was daunting, at first, to Tavros. He was never especially comfortable about it, even when his parents had been alive and would occasionally join him in the silent room. At the dinner parties he had always felt the stares of the adults. It didn’t bother him. He was never going to be an athlete, even when he could walk. But it wasn't because of his legs that they stared. He could have understood them if it was that. Maybe even forgive them. It was the goddamn whispers he couldn't stand.

He signaled the butler, who was waiting by the kitchen's entrance. He backed up his chair and began to roll down the small ramp that had been installed years ago. He slowly moved across the mansion, passing the foyer and passing the portrait with his smiling parents.

He had always felt apart from people. He made no friends growing up. Few people talked to him after they had known him for a while. He was creepy they said. He was dangerous they said. He didn't mind. Sometimes they tried to bully him. He took it, never retaliating, soaking up the words and abuse like a sponge. It was unimportant. Eventually they just tried to avoid him. He was okay with that. There was less temptation that way. He was always alone, until he met her.

Up to the elevator the had installed at the bottom of the stairs he couldn't use. Down the shaft, reflecting. Trying to remember. His memory was always perfect until he saw something he didn't know. Like the picture that was in his old room, of him smiling with someone he never met.

Sometimes, when her back was turned, he wanted to kill her. To have one perfect moment where he was the only person in her universe. Where he was her world. He never did though because then she would turn back smile at him and he realized that all he wanted was to talk to her. To be near her and to listen and to play and to laugh. He didn't mind when she talked about the yellow-blood she had a crush on. He didn't want that from her. All he desired was to be normal, and she made him feel that.

His hide-out wasn't large. Hidden underneath the mansion, it was the place where he played the game of the city, where he planned and plotted. It was also where thought. He would wheel up in front of the lance that killed his parents and try to remember what had happened before.

When she had told him that she had gotten into the academy he felt happy for her. It was one of her dreams, to help people, and this was the first step. She had called him to invite him to a party the day she was going to graduate. The entire department was going to be there, she said, and they could bring one friend. She had wanted him. The only way he would have disappointed her was to be dead. He had looked everywhere for a present, and finally decided on a new whip. She collected them and showed him tricks occasionally.

The whip was hung over the lance in a place of honor. He couldn't remember why and it infuriated him. But he couldn't throw it away. He started to cry whenever he looked at it and began to feel something. So he tried to ignore it. But when he looked at it his scar always started to itch.

He found out who had killed her in three days. His parents had walked in, screaming about something, when he realized. He broke. His monster broke out and gorged itself. When he woke up for what he knew would be the last time he had carved into his skin his mission. Even if Tavros Nitram died he would avenge her. His monster, which was screaming in pleasure at being let out, would make sure of it. He would avenge her. It would be long. It would be painful. She would beg to die before has finished. She would scream for days months years forever. She would love him she would die for him she would kill herself to please him and he would break her. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. It would be beautiful and it would be bloody and it would kill them both. It was the only way. The monster may not remember but it would not fail. He would not let it. The monster wanted everything to burn. It wanted annihilation. But Tavros would carve into its flesh, into its mind, and into its soul the only thing that mattered. And it would be done before he was ended.

Make her pay.

Mr. Pupa couldn't remember the picture, or the whip, or the memories. He just wanted to rule the world. But sometimes he would forget himself and Tavros would come and he would throw his head back and cry. Taste his own tears and laugh until he couldn't breathe. And come one step closer to dying with her.

He would make her pay.

Here it is, unedited and freshly finished. Hope it doesn't suck.
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Here is the product of listening to 2-pac and kindle commercial songs. Originally it was much different but it changed as I wrote it to include Aradia and Vriska. The title probably needs changing but I cant think of anything better so there it is. If anyone has something better feel free to suggest it.
I tried to get across that Mr. Pupa and Tavros Nitram are two different people, like John and Mr. Monster in I am not a Serial Killer which I recently read. Hoped it worked. Enjoy.

Woah, this is one good backstory, I have to say.

[kaoticAntagonist]

That Sober fic was awesome.

Here's my contribution for the day, The Consort Underground Market for the higher class
This end of the district is mostly ran by the crocs though there are occasional salamander vendors.

I might draw more underground stuff later~ (the lower class areas/sewer areas)

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Wow, this is completely awesome. Please do more. Also where are the turtles?

[Wigmund]

And Tavros climbs another couple of rungs on the creepy psycho echeladder in the Troll!Cops AU.

I actually laughed while reading this when I realized that Vriska would actually love Tavros to be like this in Homestuck. He'd be the kismesis she always wanted.

[kaoticAntagonist]

Wheeling

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Mr. Pupa stared at his dinner, eating it silently. Prepared by professional chefs and made to his highest standards he knew that it should be a carnival to his taste buds. Instead his food tasted like ash in his mouth.

Sitting alone at the gigantic dining table was daunting, at first, to Tavros. He was never especially comfortable about it, even when his parents had been alive and would occasionally join him in the silent room. At the dinner parties he had always felt the stares of the adults. It didn’t bother him. He was never going to be an athlete, even when he could walk. But it wasn't because of his legs that they stared. He could have understood them if it was that. Maybe even forgive them. It was the goddamn whispers he couldn't stand.

He signaled the butler, who was waiting by the kitchen's entrance. He backed up his chair and began to roll down the small ramp that had been installed years ago. He slowly moved across the mansion, passing the foyer and passing the portrait with his smiling parents.

He had always felt apart from people. He made no friends growing up. Few people talked to him after they had known him for a while. He was creepy they said. He was dangerous they said. He didn't mind. Sometimes they tried to bully him. He took it, never retaliating, soaking up the words and abuse like a sponge. It was unimportant. Eventually they just tried to avoid him. He was okay with that. There was less temptation that way. He was always alone, until he met her.

Up to the elevator the had installed at the bottom of the stairs he couldn't use. Down the shaft, reflecting. Trying to remember. His memory was always perfect until he saw something he didn't know. Like the picture that was in his old room, of him smiling with someone he never met.

Sometimes, when her back was turned, he wanted to kill her. To have one perfect moment where he was the only person in her universe. Where he was her world. He never did though because then she would turn back smile at him and he realized that all he wanted was to talk to her. To be near her and to listen and to play and to laugh. He didn't mind when she talked about the yellow-blood she had a crush on. He didn't want that from her. All he desired was to be normal, and she made him feel that.

His hide-out wasn't large. Hidden underneath the mansion, it was the place where he played the game of the city, where he planned and plotted. It was also where thought. He would wheel up in front of the lance that killed his parents and try to remember what had happened before.

When she had told him that she had gotten into the academy he felt happy for her. It was one of her dreams, to help people, and this was the first step. She had called him to invite him to a party the day she was going to graduate. The entire department was going to be there, she said, and they could bring one friend. She had wanted him. The only way he would have disappointed her was to be dead. He had looked everywhere for a present, and finally decided on a new whip. She collected them and showed him tricks occasionally.

The whip was hung over the lance in a place of honor. He couldn't remember why and it infuriated him. But he couldn't throw it away. He started to cry whenever he looked at it and began to feel something. So he tried to ignore it. But when he looked at it his scar always started to itch.

He found out who had killed her in three days. His parents had walked in, screaming about something, when he realized. He broke. His monster broke out and gorged itself. When he woke up for what he knew would be the last time he had carved into his skin his mission. Even if Tavros Nitram died he would avenge her. His monster, which was screaming in pleasure at being let out, would make sure of it. He would avenge her. It would be long. It would be painful. She would beg to die before has finished. She would scream for days months years forever. She would love him she would die for him she would kill herself to please him and he would break her. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. Again and again. It would be beautiful and it would be bloody and it would kill them both. It was the only way. The monster may not remember but it would not fail. He would not let it. The monster wanted everything to burn. It wanted annihilation. But Tavros would carve into its flesh, into its mind, and into its soul the only thing that mattered. And it would be done before he was ended.

Make her pay.

Mr. Pupa couldn't remember the picture, or the whip, or the memories. He just wanted to rule the world. But sometimes he would forget himself and Tavros would come and he would throw his head back and cry. Taste his own tears and laugh until he couldn't breathe. And come one step closer to dying with her.

He would make her pay.

Here it is, unedited and freshly finished. Hope it doesn't suck.
A/N

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Here is the product of listening to 2-pac and kindle commercial songs. Originally it was much different but it changed as I wrote it to include Aradia and Vriska. The title probably needs changing but I cant think of anything better so there it is. If anyone has something better feel free to suggest it.
I tried to get across that Mr. Pupa and Tavros Nitram are two different people, like John and Mr. Monster in I am not a Serial Killer which I recently read. Hoped it worked. Enjoy.

Woah, this is one good backstory, I have to say.

Thanks. Im surprised I got a reply so fast I barely posted it 5 minutes ago.

And Tavros climbs another couple of rungs on the creepy psycho echeladder in the Troll!Cops AU.

I actually laughed while reading this when I realized that Vriska would actually love Tavros to be like this in Homestuck. He'd be the kismesis she always wanted.

He'd also have killed her a long time ago probably.

[Wigmund]

Maybe Casey Von Salamancer is their auspitice...

Hmmm, Casey keeps Tavros/Mr. Pupa from killing Vriska/Marquise Mindfang by letting Tavros indulge his dreams later by using dark magic.
This lets the two work together and eventually a dark twisted romance develops between the trolls who hate each other.

[gingerale]

I would like it if someone made a fic for this AU named Illegal Weepy Shenanigans. it would also be awesome if people got that reference

It's not Spades Slick. Remember, "not my Jack"? It's a different Jack that has been put into a healing tank. Or gone there himself. Oh and with Bro's shades. Make of it what you will. ^^

Going to read that fic now.

*e: Done. Wigmund, great story!

[Wigmund]

*e: Done. Wigmund, great story!

Which one? kaotic posted the latest fics, I just suggested an idea...which is going to become a story.

My Despised

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The two sat across from each other at one of the massive tables that made up the Nitram Manor dining hall. He sat there in his finest tuxedo and top hat, she in a designer version of her Mindfang outfit that he had custom made for her and between them sat the individual that kept the two from launching across the table trying to kill each other.

"I was most, uh, disappointed when you stabbed me in the chest with my own family lance."
"And I'm really fucking distr8t that you didn't die."
"um, I can imagine. It's a good thing I keep a fully trained medical crew on hand."

Vriska clutched the steak knife in her hand and stared hatefully at the man on the other end of the table. The man who figured out her secret identity. The man who used her as a mole in the police station lest he let her secret slip to someone.

She wanted to stab him again. And again. And again.

Just as he wanted to do the same to her for something she did as Marquise Mindfang...no, it was her pirates that killed Aradia, she wasn't there on that raid. Not that she would have prevented it. She hated Aradia, hated how she was so popular with the other cops, hated that she was still more popular than Vriska was amongst them despite the fact that the bitch was dead and soul-sealed inside a robot.

She really hated that the dead bitch was the main motivation for the worst criminal in Alternia City, let alone the world, to seek her out and torment her mercilessly.

And there was nothing she could do about it. If she destroyed the robot somehow, her secret and her life would be forfeit. If she killed Tavros, the same would be true again.

But for now, the two sat across from each other eyeing each other with hatred. Hatred so intense that it was becoming something else.

And it was all due to the foul consort eyeing them both, a peacekeeper despite its history of killing and eating dozens in some fly-speck of a town up north, then escaping The Veil under its own power. She hated that one too.

Tavros raised his wine glass to Vriska and toasted her.
"To our hatred and to something, uh, I have to propose to you."
"What? What more do you want from me?"
"Um, Come down here and I'll tell you."
Vriska got up from her seat, slipping the knife into the folds of her dress and made her way down to Tavros. As she passed the salamander it turned and hissed at her, she stepped back in fear.
"Easy, uh, Von Salamancer, it's alright."
The salamander sat back down and continued to stare down Vriska as she walked up to Tavros.

She reached Tavros and kneeled down next to him so she was face to face with him. She wanted to bite his face, to tear his horns from his head and jab one down his throat and the other through the harness of his prosthesis legs. She clenched her teeth in anger and choked back a hiss.
"Wh8t. Do. You. Want. From. Me."
He turned to face her and smiled at her, that calculating smart-ass smile he wore whenever he was working out something in his mind.
"Um, I wish to propose an, uh, alliance."
"....Wh8t...."
He reached underneath his blanket and pulled out a small box. Her eyes widened and something roared with frustration in her mind as he opened it to reveal a diamond ring. A very expensive diamond...not that wasn't diamond...Before she or he could do anything else, her hand went for the knife and whipped it out toward's Tavros' face.

Only for her to stop a mere inch away from him because she felt something pressed against her throat. Something cold that chilled her soul, she could feel her blood being drawn toward whatever it was.

She looked down to see the consort was in between them. An ebony black blade was in its grasp and the knife tip was merely resting against her larnyx. She gulped and could feel the knife press slightly into her skin. The consort's eyes glowed with an evil light until Vriska dropped her steak knife in Tavros' lap and backed away from him.

"Good job Casey, I, uh, imagine that my medical team would not appreciate, uh, two calls in one night."
"hisssssssssss," Casey continued to stare Vriska down as she backed into a chair that was brought forward by the dining room waiting staff.
"I...I...I apologize for th8t..."
Tavros shook one of his hands and his head dismissively at her, making her blood boil yet again. But she stayed in the seat, even after the salamander put away the horrible blade and she could feel the blood in her throat resume its normal flow.
"No need for that Vriska Serket."

He rolled up to her and retrieved the box again. He picked up one of her hands in his free one.
"Once again, uh, I wish to propose an alliance."
"Grrrrrrrr....wh8t kind of alliance you piece of shit?"
He smiled at her, it was forced, she could tell by the way his eyes darted towards the salamander who had maneuvered so that it could be seen from the corner of their eyes.
"One in which we both, uh, benefit."

He took a deep breath and stopped for a moment. Vriska watched as Casey did something and Tavros' eyes glowed for a moment. What the hell was this consort doing? A bodyguard?
"The consort's here to prevent us, uh, from killing each other if you must know."
"How did you?"
"I've watched, uh, how you looked at it with fear and suspicion."
"I thought you wanted to kill me? Th8t's why you showed me all th8t stuff involving Aradia..."

He smiled as her patted her hand, which involuntarily clawed up as he did so.
"It was...it was...," he sighed and continued on, "But then I acquired the services of our friend, Casey Von Salamancer, and it showed me a different way to vent my rage and hatred towards you."
The salamander crossed its arms and smiled smugly at them.
"Do you, uh, know how Von Salamancer gathered its victims?"
"No, I didn't pay attention to anything from th8t 8ullshit involving Miss 8lind-8itch and her friends."
"Umm, you really should start paying attention to your, uh, surroundings. It may save your life one day."

"But anyways, our mutual friend used dark magic to manipulate, uh, people's dreams and imagination to put them in a state of vulnerability. I decided to use that ability to, uh, control my darker impulses."
Something truly malevolent flashed across Tavros' face and he glared with bloodlust in his eyes at Vriska.
"Including my urge to see you die in every possible way imaginable as I bathe in your blood and consume your entrails."
Vriska tried to pull back, but Tavros' grip on her hand tightened and prevented her from tumbling backwards. His face lightened up and he smiled at her like he was an innocent child.
"Don't worry, uh, Casey allowed me to sate those urges. Repeatedly."

"Th8t still doesn't explain wh8t you want from me."
"Patience, uh, my dear. I'm getting to that. You see, I used Casey to satisfy those urges. In fact, I satisfied them so often I found a new emotion rising whenever I was slipped into that wonderful dream realm."
Vriska eyed him suspiciously, "What kept the slimy thing from slitting your thro8t while you were asleep and doing us all a f8vor?"
"I provide a stable and, uh, reliable source of food and victims for Casey Von Salamancer."
The salamander laughed and smacked its lips.

"So wh8t was this new emotion you discovered?"
"Love."
Vriska's free hand slapped her mouth as she gasped.
"I found that I, uh, hated you with such intensity that it was warped and, uh, perverted into a mockery of love."
He patted her hand, "Needless to say, I was just as, uh, surprised as you are now. But it happened. My beast was satisfied by the dream realm and continues to be whenever it emerges, thus allowing me to think more clearly. And without that, uh, distraction, I found myself with a certain fondness for you."

He retrieved the hand that was at Vriska's mouth so he could clutch both of them.
"Vriska Serket, Marquise Spinneret of the Mindfang Pirates, will you marry me so that we can unite and control this city and crush all under our heel?"
"Why? Why are you doing this? Wh8t's in it for you?"
"Um, very little actually. But for you, there's so much to gain."
"Like wh8t?"
"You really need, uh, me to spell out the benefits for you in this deal?"
He smiled at her again, this time trying to put some sort of charm into it.

She thought about it and realized he was right, she had tons to gain from this. As Tavros Nitram, he was one of the richest and most powerful individuals in Alternia City, he commanded intense respect, he was rich. As Mr. Pupa, he was personally in charge of what had quickly become the most powerful gang in the city thanks to its ability to use the vast consort population in ingenious ways.

With the prestige from becoming Mrs. Tavros Nitram, she would be able to claw her way out of her dead-end dispatch position in the APD and actually command the respect she deserved. With the power from being married to Mr. Pupa, her pirates could do more than just bother shipping outside the city and occasionally make raids on lightly-guarded docks, both of which had started to become hard as the military took interest in her armada.

But what did he gain from this? What did Tavros Nitram/Mr. Pupa gain from being married to the woman he hated so much and wanted to torture in the horrifying ways he had described to her in loving details just mere hours before hand.
"I get to watch you, uh, writhe in agony as you are forced to ally with the individual you hate most in the city. Knowing that to kill him would mean the loss of everything, not just your life and reputation, but everything that you gained from marrying him would be lost."
He glared at her again.
"That will be enough for me. Especially since it means I gain access to your pirates for my own means and your treasure troves that are currently stashed in no less than eight locations in Dockside, The Narrows, Old Town, the Lost District and the Alternia Island Wilderness Area and contain what I believe are several powerful Skaian artifacts that you either, uh, have no idea are there or are completely unaware of their, uh, true potential."

Vriska's eyes widened as she realized how much Tavros knew about her group. Not even her current first mate, replacement of the one Mr. Pupa's crocodile messenger murdered and left in her house, knew of all those locations let alone what was in the ones he did know about. She then composed herself and looked at the ring he was offering her.
"If you are after those artif8cts, why are you using this one to propose to me? The great Marquise Spinneret."
Tavros barked out a quick laugh, so did the consort watching them.
"This one?"
"Yes, th8t one."
"Because it's a dud, it, uh, has no powers as far as anyone can, uh, tell."
Despite the voice she had screaming in the back of her skull saying that this was all a lie, she found herself believing him.

"Alright, I accept. For our alliance, it's not like I actually have to love you."
He slipped the ring on her finger...

And it felt wonderful, just like the man that was holding her hands. She was going to be so happy. She hugged him and found herself crying. Crying because she knew that not only she was gaining the prestige and riches of the Nitram Household and the gang of Mr. Pupa, she was gaining the love and respect of such a great man.

Deep inside her mind, Vriska knew she was just suckered. Tavros Nitram had just defeated her in the worst way possible. He made her love him and enslaved her to his will. Most of her mind would be his, but just enough was left for her to suffer.

He must have known this...as she pulled away from him and smiled with tears in her eyes at the man she now loved, he smiled at her.

That fucking bastard! He knew the powers of the ring! He knew it and he used it against her to gain control of everything she had!

The part of her mind that was aware of what was going on raged and sputtered as Tavros smiled at Vriska.
"You're mine."

A/N:

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Well that took a far creepier turn than I expected at the beginning...

Far, far creepier and sadistic than I intended...

[Ocfos]

My Despised

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The two sat across from each other at one of the massive tables that made up the Nitram Manor dining hall. He sat there in his finest tuxedo and top hat, she in a designer version of her Mindfang outfit that he had custom made for her and between them sat the individual that kept the two from launching across the table trying to kill each other.

"I was most, uh, disappointed when you stabbed me in the chest with my own family lance."
"And I'm really fucking distr8t that you didn't die."
"um, I can imagine. It's a good thing I keep a fully trained medical crew on hand."

Vriska clutched the steak knife in her hand and stared hatefully at the man on the other end of the table. The man who figured out her secret identity. The man who used her as a mole in the police station lest he let her secret slip to someone.

She wanted to stab him again. And again. And again.

Just as he wanted to do the same to her for something she did as Marquise Mindfang...no, it was her pirates that killed Aradia, she wasn't there on that raid. Not that she would have prevented it. She hated Aradia, hated how she was so popular with the other cops, hated that she was still more popular than Vriska was amongst them despite the fact that the bitch was dead and soul-sealed inside a robot.

She really hated that the dead bitch was the main motivation for the worst criminal in Alternia City, let alone the world, to seek her out and torment her mercilessly.

And there was nothing she could do about it. If she destroyed the robot somehow, her secret and her life would be forfeit. If she killed Tavros, the same would be true again.

But for now, the two sat across from each other eyeing each other with hatred. Hatred so intense that it was becoming something else.

And it was all due to the foul consort eyeing them both, a peacekeeper despite its history of killing and eating dozens in some fly-speck of a town up north, then escaping The Veil under its own power. She hated that one too.

Tavros raised his wine glass to Vriska and toasted her.
"To our hatred and to something, uh, I have to propose to you."
"What? What more do you want from me?"
"Um, Come down here and I'll tell you."
Vriska got up from her seat, slipping the knife into the folds of her dress and made her way down to Tavros. As she passed the salamander it turned and hissed at her, she stepped back in fear.
"Easy, uh, Von Salamancer, it's alright."
The salamander sat back down and continued to stare down Vriska as she walked up to Tavros.

She reached Tavros and kneeled down next to him so she was face to face with him. She wanted to bite his face, to tear his horns from his head and jab one down his throat and the other through the harness of his prosthesis legs. She clenched her teeth in anger and choked back a hiss.
"Wh8t. Do. You. Want. From. Me."
He turned to face her and smiled at her, that calculating smart-ass smile he wore whenever he was working out something in his mind.
"Um, I wish to propose an, uh, alliance."
"....Wh8t...."
He reached underneath his blanket and pulled out a small box. Her eyes widened and something roared with frustration in her mind as he opened it to reveal a diamond ring. A very expensive diamond...not that wasn't diamond...Before she or he could do anything else, her hand went for the knife and whipped it out toward's Tavros' face.

Only for her to stop a mere inch away from him because she felt something pressed against her throat. Something cold that chilled her soul, she could feel her blood being drawn toward whatever it was.

She looked down to see the consort was in between them. An ebony black blade was in its grasp and the knife tip was merely resting against her larnyx. She gulped and could feel the knife press slightly into her skin. The consort's eyes glowed with an evil light until Vriska dropped her steak knife in Tavros' lap and backed away from him.

"Good job Casey, I, uh, imagine that my medical team would not appreciate, uh, two calls in one night."
"hisssssssssss," Casey continued to stare Vriska down as she backed into a chair that was brought forward by the dining room waiting staff.
"I...I...I apologize for th8t..."
Tavros shook one of his hands and his head dismissively at her, making her blood boil yet again. But she stayed in the seat, even after the salamander put away the horrible blade and she could feel the blood in her throat resume its normal flow.
"No need for that Vriska Serket."

He rolled up to her and retrieved the box again. He picked up one of her hands in his free one.
"Once again, uh, I wish to propose an alliance."
"Grrrrrrrr....wh8t kind of alliance you piece of shit?"
He smiled at her, it was forced, she could tell by the way his eyes darted towards the salamander who had maneuvered so that it could be seen from the corner of their eyes.
"One in which we both, uh, benefit."

He took a deep breath and stopped for a moment. Vriska watched as Casey did something and Tavros' eyes glowed for a moment. What the hell was this consort doing? A bodyguard?
"The consort's here to prevent us, uh, from killing each other if you must know."
"How did you?"
"I've watched, uh, how you looked at it with fear and suspicion."
"I thought you wanted to kill me? Th8t's why you showed me all th8t stuff involving Aradia..."

He smiled as her patted her hand, which involuntarily clawed up as he did so.
"It was...it was...," he sighed and continued on, "But then I acquired the services of our friend, Casey Von Salamancer, and it showed me a different way to vent my rage and hatred towards you."
The salamander crossed its arms and smiled smugly at them.
"Do you, uh, know how Von Salamancer gathered its victims?"
"No, I didn't pay attention to anything from th8t 8ullshit involving Miss 8lind-8itch and her friends."
"Umm, you really should start paying attention to your, uh, surroundings. It may save your life one day."

"But anyways, our mutual friend used dark magic to manipulate, uh, people's dreams and imagination to put them in a state of vulnerability. I decided to use that ability to, uh, control my darker impulses."
Something truly malevolent flashed across Tavros' face and he glared with bloodlust in his eyes at Vriska.
"Including my urge to see you die in every possible way imaginable as I bathe in your blood and consume your entrails."
Vriska tried to pull back, but Tavros' grip on her hand tightened and prevented her from tumbling backwards. His face lightened up and he smiled at her like he was an innocent child.
"Don't worry, uh, Casey allowed me to sate those urges. Repeatedly."

"Th8t still doesn't explain wh8t you want from me."
"Patience, uh, my dear. I'm getting to that. You see, I used Casey to satisfy those urges. In fact, I satisfied them so often I found a new emotion rising whenever I was slipped into that wonderful dream realm."
Vriska eyed him suspiciously, "What kept the slimy thing from slitting your thro8t while you were asleep and doing us all a f8vor?"
"I provide a stable and, uh, reliable source of food and victims for Casey Von Salamancer."
The salamander laughed and smacked its lips.

"So wh8t was this new emotion you discovered?"
"Love."
Vriska's free hand slapped her mouth as she gasped.
"I found that I, uh, hated you with such intensity that it was warped and, uh, perverted into a mockery of love."
He patted her hand, "Needless to say, I was just as, uh, surprised as you are now. But it happened. My beast was satisfied by the dream realm and continues to be whenever it emerges, thus allowing me to think more clearly. And without that, uh, distraction, I found myself with a certain fondness for you."

He retrieved the hand that was at Vriska's mouth so he could clutch both of them.
"Vriska Serket, Marquise Spinneret of the Mindfang Pirates, will you marry me so that we can unite and control this city and crush all under our heel?"
"Why? Why are you doing this? Wh8t's in it for you?"
"Um, very little actually. But for you, there's so much to gain."
"Like wh8t?"
"You really need, uh, me to spell out the benefits for you in this deal?"
He smiled at her again, this time trying to put some sort of charm into it.

She thought about it and realized he was right, she had tons to gain from this. As Tavros Nitram, he was one of the richest and most powerful individuals in Alternia City, he commanded intense respect, he was rich. As Mr. Pupa, he was personally in charge of what had quickly become the most powerful gang in the city thanks to its ability to use the vast consort population in ingenious ways.

With the prestige from becoming Mrs. Tavros Nitram, she would be able to claw her way out of her dead-end dispatch position in the APD and actually command the respect she deserved. With the power from being married to Mr. Pupa, her pirates could do more than just bother shipping outside the city and occasionally make raids on lightly-guarded docks, both of which had started to become hard as the military took interest in her armada.

But what did he gain from this? What did Tavros Nitram/Mr. Pupa gain from being married to the woman he hated so much and wanted to torture in the horrifying ways he had described to her in loving details just mere hours before hand.
"I get to watch you, uh, writhe in agony as you are forced to ally with the individual you hate most in the city. Knowing that to kill him would mean the loss of everything, not just your life and reputation, but everything that you gained from marrying him would be lost."
He glared at her again.
"That will be enough for me. Especially since it means I gain access to your pirates for my own means and your treasure troves that are currently stashed in no less than eight locations in Dockside, The Narrows, Old Town, the Lost District and the Alternia Island Wilderness Area and contain what I believe are several powerful Skaian artifacts that you either, uh, have no idea are there or are completely unaware of their, uh, true potential."

Vriska's eyes widened as she realized how much Tavros knew about her group. Not even her current first mate, replacement of the one Mr. Pupa's crocodile messenger murdered and left in her house, knew of all those locations let alone what was in the ones he did know about. She then composed herself and looked at the ring he was offering her.
"If you are after those artif8cts, why are you using this one to propose to me? The great Marquise Spinneret."
Tavros barked out a quick laugh, so did the consort watching them.
"This one?"
"Yes, th8t one."
"Because it's a dud, it, uh, has no powers as far as anyone can, uh, tell."
Despite the voice she had screaming in the back of her skull saying that this was all a lie, she found herself believing him.

"Alright, I accept. For our alliance, it's not like I actually have to love you."
He slipped the ring on her finger...

And it felt wonderful, just like the man that was holding her hands. She was going to be so happy. She hugged him and found herself crying. Crying because she knew that not only she was gaining the prestige and riches of the Nitram Household and the gang of Mr. Pupa, she was gaining the love and respect of such a great man.

Deep inside her mind, Vriska knew she was just suckered. Tavros Nitram had just defeated her in the worst way possible. He made her love him and enslaved her to his will. Most of her mind would be his, but just enough was left for her to suffer.

He must have known this...as she pulled away from him and smiled with tears in her eyes at the man she now loved, he smiled at her.

That fucking bastard! He knew the powers of the ring! He knew it and he used it against her to gain control of everything she had!

The part of her mind that was aware of what was going on raged and sputtered as Tavros smiled at Vriska.
"You're mine."

That's awesomely sad-creepy. :v

[mythmonster2]

And now I'm sorry for Vriska. Great fic there, and I'm pleased with this new backstory for Mr. Pupa.I prefer this "snapping" than the old "born evil" one I think we had before.

I was thinking about the thing Wigmund posted last page about Jade and Terezi each having there own Dave and I think I have something with that. Cal will be back soon, but first I'm gonna go work on some romantic stuff and timeline stuff, neither of which I am particularly good with. Poor Mushroom Farmer keeps getting pushed back behind all these ideas.

[kaoticAntagonist]

*e: Done. Wigmund, great story!

Which one? kaotic posted the latest fics, I just suggested an idea...which is going to become a story.

My Despised

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The two sat across from each other at one of the massive tables that made up the Nitram Manor dining hall. He sat there in his finest tuxedo and top hat, she in a designer version of her Mindfang outfit that he had custom made for her and between them sat the individual that kept the two from launching across the table trying to kill each other.

"I was most, uh, disappointed when you stabbed me in the chest with my own family lance."
"And I'm really fucking distr8t that you didn't die."
"um, I can imagine. It's a good thing I keep a fully trained medical crew on hand."

Vriska clutched the steak knife in her hand and stared hatefully at the man on the other end of the table. The man who figured out her secret identity. The man who used her as a mole in the police station lest he let her secret slip to someone.

She wanted to stab him again. And again. And again.

Just as he wanted to do the same to her for something she did as Marquise Mindfang...no, it was her pirates that killed Aradia, she wasn't there on that raid. Not that she would have prevented it. She hated Aradia, hated how she was so popular with the other cops, hated that she was still more popular than Vriska was amongst them despite the fact that the bitch was dead and soul-sealed inside a robot.

She really hated that the dead bitch was the main motivation for the worst criminal in Alternia City, let alone the world, to seek her out and torment her mercilessly.

And there was nothing she could do about it. If she destroyed the robot somehow, her secret and her life would be forfeit. If she killed Tavros, the same would be true again.

But for now, the two sat across from each other eyeing each other with hatred. Hatred so intense that it was becoming something else.

And it was all due to the foul consort eyeing them both, a peacekeeper despite its history of killing and eating dozens in some fly-speck of a town up north, then escaping The Veil under its own power. She hated that one too.

Tavros raised his wine glass to Vriska and toasted her.
"To our hatred and to something, uh, I have to propose to you."
"What? What more do you want from me?"
"Um, Come down here and I'll tell you."
Vriska got up from her seat, slipping the knife into the folds of her dress and made her way down to Tavros. As she passed the salamander it turned and hissed at her, she stepped back in fear.
"Easy, uh, Von Salamancer, it's alright."
The salamander sat back down and continued to stare down Vriska as she walked up to Tavros.

She reached Tavros and kneeled down next to him so she was face to face with him. She wanted to bite his face, to tear his horns from his head and jab one down his throat and the other through the harness of his prosthesis legs. She clenched her teeth in anger and choked back a hiss.
"Wh8t. Do. You. Want. From. Me."
He turned to face her and smiled at her, that calculating smart-ass smile he wore whenever he was working out something in his mind.
"Um, I wish to propose an, uh, alliance."
"....Wh8t...."
He reached underneath his blanket and pulled out a small box. Her eyes widened and something roared with frustration in her mind as he opened it to reveal a diamond ring. A very expensive diamond...not that wasn't diamond...Before she or he could do anything else, her hand went for the knife and whipped it out toward's Tavros' face.

Only for her to stop a mere inch away from him because she felt something pressed against her throat. Something cold that chilled her soul, she could feel her blood being drawn toward whatever it was.

She looked down to see the consort was in between them. An ebony black blade was in its grasp and the knife tip was merely resting against her larnyx. She gulped and could feel the knife press slightly into her skin. The consort's eyes glowed with an evil light until Vriska dropped her steak knife in Tavros' lap and backed away from him.

"Good job Casey, I, uh, imagine that my medical team would not appreciate, uh, two calls in one night."
"hisssssssssss," Casey continued to stare Vriska down as she backed into a chair that was brought forward by the dining room waiting staff.
"I...I...I apologize for th8t..."
Tavros shook one of his hands and his head dismissively at her, making her blood boil yet again. But she stayed in the seat, even after the salamander put away the horrible blade and she could feel the blood in her throat resume its normal flow.
"No need for that Vriska Serket."

He rolled up to her and retrieved the box again. He picked up one of her hands in his free one.
"Once again, uh, I wish to propose an alliance."
"Grrrrrrrr....wh8t kind of alliance you piece of shit?"
He smiled at her, it was forced, she could tell by the way his eyes darted towards the salamander who had maneuvered so that it could be seen from the corner of their eyes.
"One in which we both, uh, benefit."

He took a deep breath and stopped for a moment. Vriska watched as Casey did something and Tavros' eyes glowed for a moment. What the hell was this consort doing? A bodyguard?
"The consort's here to prevent us, uh, from killing each other if you must know."
"How did you?"
"I've watched, uh, how you looked at it with fear and suspicion."
"I thought you wanted to kill me? Th8t's why you showed me all th8t stuff involving Aradia..."

He smiled as her patted her hand, which involuntarily clawed up as he did so.
"It was...it was...," he sighed and continued on, "But then I acquired the services of our friend, Casey Von Salamancer, and it showed me a different way to vent my rage and hatred towards you."
The salamander crossed its arms and smiled smugly at them.
"Do you, uh, know how Von Salamancer gathered its victims?"
"No, I didn't pay attention to anything from th8t 8ullshit involving Miss 8lind-8itch and her friends."
"Umm, you really should start paying attention to your, uh, surroundings. It may save your life one day."

"But anyways, our mutual friend used dark magic to manipulate, uh, people's dreams and imagination to put them in a state of vulnerability. I decided to use that ability to, uh, control my darker impulses."
Something truly malevolent flashed across Tavros' face and he glared with bloodlust in his eyes at Vriska.
"Including my urge to see you die in every possible way imaginable as I bathe in your blood and consume your entrails."
Vriska tried to pull back, but Tavros' grip on her hand tightened and prevented her from tumbling backwards. His face lightened up and he smiled at her like he was an innocent child.
"Don't worry, uh, Casey allowed me to sate those urges. Repeatedly."

"Th8t still doesn't explain wh8t you want from me."
"Patience, uh, my dear. I'm getting to that. You see, I used Casey to satisfy those urges. In fact, I satisfied them so often I found a new emotion rising whenever I was slipped into that wonderful dream realm."
Vriska eyed him suspiciously, "What kept the slimy thing from slitting your thro8t while you were asleep and doing us all a f8vor?"
"I provide a stable and, uh, reliable source of food and victims for Casey Von Salamancer."
The salamander laughed and smacked its lips.

"So wh8t was this new emotion you discovered?"
"Love."
Vriska's free hand slapped her mouth as she gasped.
"I found that I, uh, hated you with such intensity that it was warped and, uh, perverted into a mockery of love."
He patted her hand, "Needless to say, I was just as, uh, surprised as you are now. But it happened. My beast was satisfied by the dream realm and continues to be whenever it emerges, thus allowing me to think more clearly. And without that, uh, distraction, I found myself with a certain fondness for you."

He retrieved the hand that was at Vriska's mouth so he could clutch both of them.
"Vriska Serket, Marquise Spinneret of the Mindfang Pirates, will you marry me so that we can unite and control this city and crush all under our heel?"
"Why? Why are you doing this? Wh8t's in it for you?"
"Um, very little actually. But for you, there's so much to gain."
"Like wh8t?"
"You really need, uh, me to spell out the benefits for you in this deal?"
He smiled at her again, this time trying to put some sort of charm into it.

She thought about it and realized he was right, she had tons to gain from this. As Tavros Nitram, he was one of the richest and most powerful individuals in Alternia City, he commanded intense respect, he was rich. As Mr. Pupa, he was personally in charge of what had quickly become the most powerful gang in the city thanks to its ability to use the vast consort population in ingenious ways.

With the prestige from becoming Mrs. Tavros Nitram, she would be able to claw her way out of her dead-end dispatch position in the APD and actually command the respect she deserved. With the power from being married to Mr. Pupa, her pirates could do more than just bother shipping outside the city and occasionally make raids on lightly-guarded docks, both of which had started to become hard as the military took interest in her armada.

But what did he gain from this? What did Tavros Nitram/Mr. Pupa gain from being married to the woman he hated so much and wanted to torture in the horrifying ways he had described to her in loving details just mere hours before hand.
"I get to watch you, uh, writhe in agony as you are forced to ally with the individual you hate most in the city. Knowing that to kill him would mean the loss of everything, not just your life and reputation, but everything that you gained from marrying him would be lost."
He glared at her again.
"That will be enough for me. Especially since it means I gain access to your pirates for my own means and your treasure troves that are currently stashed in no less than eight locations in Dockside, The Narrows, Old Town, the Lost District and the Alternia Island Wilderness Area and contain what I believe are several powerful Skaian artifacts that you either, uh, have no idea are there or are completely unaware of their, uh, true potential."

Vriska's eyes widened as she realized how much Tavros knew about her group. Not even her current first mate, replacement of the one Mr. Pupa's crocodile messenger murdered and left in her house, knew of all those locations let alone what was in the ones he did know about. She then composed herself and looked at the ring he was offering her.
"If you are after those artif8cts, why are you using this one to propose to me? The great Marquise Spinneret."
Tavros barked out a quick laugh, so did the consort watching them.
"This one?"
"Yes, th8t one."
"Because it's a dud, it, uh, has no powers as far as anyone can, uh, tell."
Despite the voice she had screaming in the back of her skull saying that this was all a lie, she found herself believing him.

"Alright, I accept. For our alliance, it's not like I actually have to love you."
He slipped the ring on her finger...

And it felt wonderful, just like the man that was holding her hands. She was going to be so happy. She hugged him and found herself crying. Crying because she knew that not only she was gaining the prestige and riches of the Nitram Household and the gang of Mr. Pupa, she was gaining the love and respect of such a great man.

Deep inside her mind, Vriska knew she was just suckered. Tavros Nitram had just defeated her in the worst way possible. He made her love him and enslaved her to his will. Most of her mind would be his, but just enough was left for her to suffer.

He must have known this...as she pulled away from him and smiled with tears in her eyes at the man she now loved, he smiled at her.

That fucking bastard! He knew the powers of the ring! He knew it and he used it against her to gain control of everything she had!

The part of her mind that was aware of what was going on raged and sputtered as Tavros smiled at Vriska.
"You're mine."

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Well that took a far creepier turn than I expected at the beginning...

Far, far creepier and sadistic than I intended...

Wow. I think you actually hammered my concept into an awesome fic. That was cool.

Now I have to try and finish the rose fic I started before the weekends over.

Yippee kai yea! To Troll!Cops AU! For making Vriska the woobie and Tavros the insane people torturing megalomaniac.

[kaoticAntagonist]

Spittin' (The rhymes of the streets)

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when the music stops and the beat starts to play
and the wicked shit steps up to say
fuck you, fuck your moms, fuck your half assed life
its about time I make you pay with all my vice

the feathers
oh, the feathers,
they fall from the sky,
and the head pops off and says
oh my

and the little baby in the crib says
oh why
its the crow, its my bro its the wicked demon-slayer
the savior, whose behavior is crazy
enough
to fight, to bite the bad guys in their rump
cause a baby don't know how to cuss yet.

(Chorus
that's how he flies,
that's how they die
they mess with crow
make him remember his bro
to unsheathe the blade
that spreads blood on this glade
We're glad that you'll never know who he was
cause if ya did he might have to give y’all a buzz
Chorus)

When the streets are quiet
and y’all out hidin'
I find you sleepin'
I stop ya mommas weepin'
I go I stop
I reap I save
and all ya gotta do is remember my name
i'm the crow

(Chorus
Hes the crow
Chorus)

i'm ya bro

(hes ya bro)

im the savior

(the savior)

whose behavior

(behaviors)

so outrageous
contagious
make all the cops say just
whoa

(whoa)

I hope hes my bro
He best not unsheathe
cause' that aint no joke
He'll save us
he'll make us
scream his name
Cause its just

(Crow bro
ooohh yeah
he's crow bro
ooohh yeah
hes contagious
outrageous
makes us all say just
crow bro
ooohh yeah)

Fade out

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Wow, busted that out in a couple of minutes. Hope you enjoy. Now to work on actual fics.

[mythmonster2]

HELL YEZ. CrowBro theme! Now we need someone to sing this.