MSPA Fanfiction IV

[Caprisaurus]

Sionnan: Um um um how about something with a younger Dave wandering off?

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I second this sososo much :'D

[JudgeDeadd]

I'm enjoying Kawa's writing very much, and Population: 13 is no exception. Your works make me all giggle-prone. Teehee

[Kawa]

So. Just after finishing P:13, I decided to plan ahead a bit. Here's a few New Alternians I came up with that may appear in later Population stories:

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==> SIRIUS AMPORA, commander of the fledgling FLAYSQUAD DELTA. He was interesting mostly for being a fine demonstration of Alternian genetics gone wonky. Most of the Amporas had horns not entirely unlike Eridan's, and quite a few of those had purple blood. Sirius on the other hand had neither. The only things that signified his heritage aside from his surname were a love of guns and a colored streak in his hair matching his blood color -- blue.

==> BLAISE LEIJON, who extended the ~ATH programming language with a more helpful library of short-lived entities such as fruit flies and made it somewhat safer to use in general. The sheer backlash from the users of vanilla ~ATH was enough to bind several destructive programs to Blaise's demise. Nearing the end of a careful life, he would transfer his still living consciousness into a SOULBOT, just to troll all those idiots. Those programs were unlikely to ever trigger.

==> GAMZEE MAKARA II, who took his namesake's MYTHOLOGICAL TITLE to heart as inspiration to become a reasonably successful POP STAR, though somewhat explicit in lyrics. His first #1 hit was titled "BARD OF FUCK", followed shortly after by the Christmas hit "WHO WANTS A MIRACLE?". Perhaps ironically, he wasn't quite that big on the concept of mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClEs himself. Other hits included "SOPORIFIC TOXINS" (a thinly veiled but humorous drugs PSA), "NOOKSNIFFERS UNITED", and "THAT PUMPKIN!".

Consider how much I loathe Harry Potter, then look at that first guy again. I can't help it if it's a six-letter name! It just fits!

[MneumonicCarbuncle]

And so it is here. I hope I won't let you down with this.

Biostuck
A Homestuck/Bioshock crossover
*awesome*

maaaaaan this is brilliant!! i especially love gamzee as cohen, haha!! so right i'm really excited about this!

[precariouslyAware]

Okay, here's my shot at this. The title is temporary for now. I kinda have the backstory in my head, but hopefully someone will enjoy this at least a little bit. It's in two parts, so if you can keep reading if you want but aren't subjected to reading it all if you aren't curious.

SECOND CHANCE

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Tavros rushed into Vriska's cell, the others lagging outside to keep an eye out for Terezi or other bad company. He cursed and fell to his knees when he saw her.
"Fuck you Pyrope!" Then an all too familiar sense fell over Tavros and he began writing on the walls in Vriska's brilliant cerulean blue blood.
ALRIGHT HERE'S YOUR SECOND CHANCE. DON'T SCREW IT UP THIS TIME PUPA. MAKE IT QUICK. DON'T MAKE ME 8LEED TO DEATH SLOWLY.
Tavros had a feeling she would be too willing to make this sacrifice for the game. After all, it would make her the hero. Carting a half-dead troll around with them would only make things difficult. Death was common in troll society, and if the choice was to sacrifice one body or risk sacrificing a whole group of them, the group decides to sacrifice one. Even if she did happen to be their friend who had been saving their lives for the past couple weeks. A friend who had been purposefully weakening herself for the lives of her friends. What a pyscho.
YOU 8ETTER NOT BE CRYING AGAIN PUPA. I'LL LET YOU HAVE MY ROCKET 8OOTS SO YOU CAN FLY PUPA. JUST DO IT ALREADY. KILL ME PUPA. I'M 8EGGING YOU.

"Gog damn it Vriska!! Stop it! You aren't making this easier! I'm not a wimp! Shit, damn it!" Tavros threw his spear in frustration, caught between what he knew he needed to do and what he really didn't want to lose.

Feferi, Eridan and Karkat wandered in at the sound of the commotion. Feferi embraced Tavros, turning him away from Vriska's body, chained to the wall and in a growing pool of her own blood.

Karkat shoved them aside. "Fine. Let's get this done. We need to get rid of this bitch and move on, before Pyrope catches up with us. Serket did warn us against stalling too long. That’s why she told us to not worry about her. And see? We've wasted enough time already." He glanced at Vriska's nearly lifeless body and quickly raised his treasured sickle, which he kept on himself at all times. But right before he made the swing, he stopped short.

"What's the matter KayKay?"
Karkat swung around, surprised by Sollux's sudden appearance. The others had left at some point, presumably because they didn't want to witness Vriska getting her head chopped off.

"Um. Maybe we should actually bother with trying to cart her around with us. Maybe….see if we can save her or something." Karkat took more than a fleeting glance at Vriska's pale gray body. He'd never seen her look so weak, not even the first time she died. "I guess it would be a shame to lose someone who's been with us from the start. Even if it mean our necks when she regains her strength."

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"Sollux, find Kanaya. The wound needs bandaged before we head off and she's the only one who will be able the do more than a half-ass job. Hurry." Karkat Vantas was kneeling over Vriska Serkets, his hand putting pressure on the gash below her rib. There was another one running from her chin down her neckline to the collarbone, but that one would have to wait. It wasn't a constant stream of blood anymore. Besides, there were countless other small cuts all over Serket's body. When she regains consciousness, Karkat couldn't wait to hear what the hell went on in here. Right now, they were more focused on keeping Vriska alive. Why, he still wasn't sure. She had been very clear about the others not bothering with here once they escaped their own cells. It would be too much of a liability on their parts.

"She'll be here any minute. Just had to find material to-" Karkat jumped at the Sollux's return, being lost in his previous thoughts. "Oh Kaykay, look at you. You're covered. She'll be okay, I promise. Think about who we're dealing with here." It was then that Sollux's gaze slowly drifted to where Karkat's had was gently holding Vriska's. "Not to mention, she might murder you just for saving her life and well…you know…"

Kanaya entered and Karkat quickly jumped away from Vriska's almost lifeless body. Stupid uncomfortable awkward moments.

"Once I get her wrapped up, the bleeding should slow. It's just a patch job but it'll have to do until I get something more proper. It should last until then though. At least, long enough to bring her back to us. Not that she'll be grateful…But hopefully she'll still be too weak to do anything stupid or go off on us about not letting her die. You really should have just let her be the stupid hero she want to be, Karkat."

By the time Kanaya finished, Karkat had stormed out of the cell.
He couldn't believe the rest of them. They had no idea what got them into this mess in the first place. They had no idea the extent to which Vriska had literally saved their lives. And how it was all his fault in the first place.

A/N

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I'll get better, I promise. Also, I'm not good at cliffhanger endings. (Yet). Let me know if you want more? Otherwise I'll just keep writing for myself. Also, if you have any tips for improving my writing, I welcome constructive criticism. Again, thanks for giving me a chance!

[Katrika]

I liked it!

[Sionnan]

Dates at the Strider household rarely go well, at least for those members who are old enough not to think girls are icky.

So, I give you the excursions of girlfriends and kid brothers at Casa di Strider.

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So there she sat, all bug-eyed and purse-mouthed. Dave had walked in not too long ago from his foray to the library, which he would have balked at if it weren't demanded by his social studies teacher they actually produce a book next class time. So he tossed the volume about Sojourner Truth on the kitchen counter, and just to let her know who's crib this was, vaulted over the futon, deliberately missing hitting her in the back with his legs by only a hair, and began to scrounge for the remote. She jumped and squeaked, to his private delight, and watched the adolescent unearth the remote from under the belly of an orange plushie, and call the mighty talking box into power.

She eyed Dave with evident suspicion, and maybe a dash of distaste. She figeted on the futon, flipping her long, bleached hair back over her shoulders, crossing and recrossing her legs. "So," she began, and leaned forward, a tiny bit of malice in her posture, "You're Strider's brother?"

Strider? He supposed bro would prefer getting called by his last name than any variant of his first name. He considered lowering the chickometer by dropping a few fake nicknames ("Chuck", "Cal", and "Charlie" sprang to mind), but then decided that was underhanded. He would get his bro back for letting this harpy in another way. He sighed and pinched his nose bridge, still trying to form his body to the curves of the futon, and finally conceded a nod.

"So, like, you live with him?" She waved around her glossy-painted fingers, the tiny lines creeping around her nose that was fast becoming a sneer. "You don't have parents?"

"Gee, lady, I never heard of those things before. What do they do? Can you pick them up at WalMart?" He kept his voice deadpan as he watched a skateboarder tool around a park.

She gave a little laugh, but it was one of those, "Oh my God I don't believe this," nasty little laughs than at Dave's sarcasm. Bitch needed to back down, this was so not her turf. "Why don't you open a window, your attitude is starting to really stink," he offered instead, opting against saying anything more deliberately malicious, and settled further into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Wow." She held up her hands, palms out, but there was no surrender in the gesture. She stood and went to the kitchen, heels thumping on the carpet. What the fuck was taking Bro so long in the bathroom, why wouldn't he get out here and take care of his groupie. Dave could hear her open her phone, and after a few seconds started talking. "Okay, Kim? I'm at that hot DJ's place from the party? But get this. There's totally a kid here, and... yeah. Like, oh my god." She put the phone to her collarbone, and asked, clearly trying to bait him by talking about him as if he weren't there. "How old are you?"

"Old enough to know better." Which was apparently chronologically older than his brother right now. What was he thinking, bringing back someone as obviously trashy as this?

"Okay, so he's like 12 or 13, and... yeah, so mood killler. And there's puppets. Puppets, Kim! They're everywhere!" She reached out to bat at one dangling from the sink. "I mean... oh, he's got a show with one? Seriously? That is so creepy! No! No, I'm not gonna make him talk like that when we're doing it! I don't even think I want to now." She laughed, a high, fake trill that set Dave's teeth on edge.

And then he heard a slight sigh, and he whipped his head over. Bro was sitting next to him, lounging against the futon with an air somewhere between dejection and exhaustion. Dave hadn't even seen or heard him come over, and he doubted Ms. Oblivious did either. He scooped up the remote with one knotty hand, and changed the channel to Spike, and then lolled his head over to Dave. There was a small, self-deprecating smile on his thin face, and Dave felt suddenly very bad for his brother. Despite his normal Zen attitude, his date's shrewish attitude and vocal disrespect dampened his beat. "Why'd you bring her over?" Whoever she was, she chattered away in the background, venting her incredulity about the situation with that fake humor.

Bro gave another half smile and a huff of a laugh that sounded rueful. "We were only supposed to be here for a few minutes. I had to drop some gear off from the gig and use the can."

"And that took you, like, ten minutes?" Because that was where Bro was when he came into the apartment, and he'd only just emerged, presumably. "Should I be worried that she slipped you a date rape drug or something? Or were you just freshening up?" He added a little breathiness at the end, sounding over the top sultry. It had the desired effect, as Bro gave a real smile. "Naw, man. I was all nervous an' shakin' in there, trynna pull it together on my first big date." He turned wide eyes to his younger brother. "You think she's gonna wanna kiss me?"

Dave stroked his chin in an exageratedly wise manner. "Maybe. I mean, any sane person would want to tap that ass," and he aimed two finger-guns at Bro with a wink.

Bro laughed again, deeper voice drowning out the shrill crowing in the background. "You know it. Everybody's gay for my ass, even the ladies." This time Dave grinned, relieved to see Bro had recovered from the emotional drubbing laid out to him earlier.

Bro reached over to scruff Dave's head, who tried and failed to duck away from the contact. Unperturbed, Bro said, "Sorry, man." While he didn't specify, Dave was pretty sure he knew what he was referring to. After a few seconds of stony silence, Dave relented. "S'awright. Besides, I don't have to deal with her." Dave grinned. "That's your problem."

"Hey." He lifted his hands in an easy shrug."She wasn't crazy when I picked her up at the party. It's like this apartment has some kind of anti crazy-chick field, and their true colors shine through when they're exposed to it." He shook his head in mock disappointment.

"I'm leaving." Said cray-bitch's snarky voice broke in on the brother's conference, and the older Strider looked over. He stood and walked around the futon to her.

"You got a ride?"

"Yeah." She fidgeted again, shifting her weight onto one leg as she grasped the strap of her purse. "I have a friend downstairs. So, bye." She tossed him a small wave that looked more like a dismissal, who stiffened slightly, and started to talk before she broke in with, "I can walk down myself."

And she turned and saw herself out. But not before she looked back over her shoulder to say, venom in her tone, "Oh yeah. And you should really change your underwear more often. I mean, I almost gagged when I saw blood on your shorts. I mean really, blood? So gross." She disappeared around the closing door in a flash of frazzled hair and tight jeans.

Silence.

Finally, Bro hitched a long sigh, perching his hands on his hips. And looked at Dave.

Who only raised an eyebrow. Blood. Really. Because he knew Bro changed his clothes plenty often, which was why it was such a damn pain to do the laundry, when Bro went through clothes more often than a chick.

Bro only said, "Forget it. I'm ordering Chinese, what do you want?"

"Pepper shrimp."

"Cool."

So Dave rooted himself to the TV, and Bro went over to the kitchen to presumably try to stick his hands down the garbage disposal in despair at loosing a date. Dave lost himself in the stupidity of a CSI marathon until Bro called him from his stupor to go get the food from the delivery guy. When they seated themselves again, this time with fragrant Chinese foods in massive styrafoam cartons, Dave finally dropped his question. "Kidney stones?"

He got the satisfaction of watching his brother spittake a noodle. Bro only sent him an impassible look from behind his shades.

Man, who needed chicks when you had younger brothers. Dave reflected that he was positive he probably knew more about Bro than any of his chicks combined.

But hey. That's was family was for. Chasing off your dates and then eating dinner with you afterward.

[precariouslyAware]

Wish and ye shall recieve.
Aerodactylus this goes out to you!

My Demii2e
Epilogue

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There was a rare silence in the main computer room, only broken by one crying princess. None of the trolls really knew what to do, except for the Maid of Time. With a plop she disappeared and not two seconds later she hovered down a hallway, the body of the fallen troll flying behind her. The second she put the body down on the floor, the princess already held her fallen matesprite in her arms. Even kisses from the Witch of Life couldn’t help now. All she could do was hold him close, tears running down her face.

Trolls didn’t usually do anything with their dead friends. If one fell in battle, they would left on the battlefield. If one was too stupid to do what their lusus told them, they would be eaten and there would be no body. If one was too weak or in some other way died in their lusus care, they would most likely be eaten, however if the lusus was of a vegetarian species, they would be thrown out of their hive and THEN eaten. Which was why they had to talk to the humans about it. They all agreed that he probably didn’t want to just be buried so they settled for a cremation. After having garthered their fallen friends items (Karkat having raged about how, he was the one who had to hack the safes, though most knew it was just a facade to hide the sadness he felt) they built a fire on the roof of the building, out of anything that could burn. Eridan and Karkat were careful when putting Sollux’s body on top of the items and it was Terezi’s job, as the closest thing to a legal figure, to light the fire. As the body was enfulged in flames and soon turned to ash, the trolls sang an old lament. 10 voices creating a choir, singing to their fallen comrade. If asked later, only Dave would deny it had been beautiful and then quickly change the subject.

Only one of Sollux’s items had not been burned and Feferi was currently sitting, looking at it. It had taken some time, but Equius had somehow managed to fix the broken glasses from the body. They were still rather pretty, but now they lacked the ‘feeling’. When she had looked into them back then, she felt like she was watching an entire universe. Planets, stars, meteors, all turning in the spirals the universe was created around. But now they were only coloured glass. She would use them now and then, but mostly they would just be stuck onto one of her necklaces.

The computer room was filled with discussion and yelling. The trolls and kids had all met up to figure out a plan to defeat the demon, as the trolls called him, or Bec Noir, as the kids called him. Honestly, Feferi couldn’t really concentrate on it. They had already had 5 meetings before that one and they had yet to make a good plan. They all knew John had to play a large role with him being a god-tier, but they never knew what to make of Vriska and the rest. Aradia had suggested the rest would be decoys and sacrificial lambs. The suggestion had quickly been trashed.

A hand was put on Feferi’s shoulder.

“Feferi?” Kanaya asked. Feferi wasn’t surprised. Kanaya had been comforting her, ever since the funeral, and Feferi was quite thankful for that.

“Hm?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the glasses.

“Are you okay?” Kanaya asked, sounding worried.

“Yeah, I just can’t concentrate,” Feferi answered, sitting up from her slumped position at the table.

“Go rest somewhere, Feferi. I’m sure you won’t miss anything.”

Feferi smiled at her friend, before sticking the glasses to her necklace and walking out of the room. No one seemed to mind and quite a few seemed to want to do the same.

Feferi sat down on her bed when she entered her room. The bed was still a new concept for her and the trolls. It had been the kids who had introduced it when they had appeared in the veil, but they were certanly more comfortable than the horn pile or the pile of shitty wands. She sat for a minute or two, thinking of what to do and then chose to go to sleep.


She was looking out the window in the throne room, wearing the nicest dress money could buy. She was a succesfull empress now. The people loved her, and the laws she had made were all followed completely. There was a knock at the large wooden doors to the room, and Feferi turned to face the doors before granting the visitor entry. The doors opened and a lone figure stepped forward. A mage wearing wearing robes of yellow, red and blue bowed before her.

“I have returned, my lady,” he said, face concealed by the hood. She walked closer to him and stood just before him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Stand, sir. Captor. We have awaited your return,” she said, taking him into her arms and giving him a kiss, as he did what she had commanded.

“I have missed you,” she said brushing his chin.

“I have missed you as well, my lady,” he answered.

“I don’t remember mythelf being THAT whipped,” a voice behind her said. “Altho were’th my lithp?”

The dream around her unraveled and disappeared and she turned to face someone she thought she would never meet again.

“Sollux?”

“Hi, Fefe,” he said raising his hand in a greeting. And then they both embraced the other in a hug.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” she almost laughed as tears ran down her face.

“Yeah I’m pretty thurpithed I could do thith too. That reaper guy ith thuprithingly nithe,” he answered, kissing her forehead.

“Who?” she asked looking up at him.

“Yeah apparently, ith not a collector drone that collecth the thoulth of dead people. It’s a skeleton dude wearing fake horns and walking around with a large piece of harvesting equpment.”

She giggled at that.

“Come on, Sollux! Let’s do something together! Like we used to!” she said, floating backwards trying to drag him with her.

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The smile on Sollux’s face faded at that comment.

“Fefe,” he said pulling her back. “I can’t thay. Not for long.”

“What?!” she yelled. “But you just arrived! Don’t leave me again Sollux. I don’t want to feel the pain again.” Tears started forming in her eyes once again.

He held her.

“I’m thorry, Feferi. I’m tho thorry.”

“Just... Don’t let go. Please,” she said burying her head into his shoulder.

He lifted her head and looked into her eyes, before kissing her.

“I won’t.”

And then they held each other. She didnt know for long it was, but she knew she felt at peace while she did. She didn’t think of the past, how much fun they had. She didn’t think of the future, of how she would have to live without him. She only thought of him. Of the sound of his breath, of his arms around her, of his smell.

And then suddenly he was gone and she was awake, holding tightly a pillow.

“You promised not to let go,” she whispered into the pillow, tears turning it wet.

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His smile matched hers and he followed her lead, doing what they hadn’t been able to while living.

He created the moons of Prospit and Derse and showed her the beauty of the cities.

She created the sea and they swam around chasing fish and each other.

They danced under the moonlight, holding each other, following the feel of the music.

And then she felt the normal tug that always came when she was about to wake up. She tried to ignore it, but she knew she would have to wake soon, and it bewildered her.

He could feel it.

He stopped dancing and looked at her with worry. “What’th wrong, Fefe?”

“I’m going to wake up soon,” she said. “And I don’t want to leave you again.”

Sollux smiled, he almost seemed relieved.

“Fefe,” he said. “I’ll be here when you return.”

Her eyes lit up and a smile formed on her face when he said that.

“Are you? Honestly?”

“I’m dead, Fefe,” he said almost laughing. “I have nowhere elthe to be.”

He moved a lock of her hair out of her face.

“Nowhere elthe I want to be.”

She kissed him.

And then she woke up.

She smiled. She hadn’t felt this happy in what seemed like years. She grabbed Sollux’s glasses from the table next to her and put them on, a smile covering her face.

She could barely wait to sleep again.

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Now that's done. I hope you enjoyed the series. I enjoyed writing it.
Yes it has two different endings, because when I had to finish it I couldn't choose.

For thoese interested in the Bioshock cross-over:

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I have decided to do a playthrough just for this. I am filming the whole adventure so I can remember everything, and I'll try to make one chapter of fanfic fit one chapter of gameplay (aka. 'Welcome to Rapture' would be one chapter and 'Neptunes Bounty' another. Yes that will probably mean the later chapters will be long, but that's just how it is. Also should I post the cast list as I think it's gonna look or should I just wait till they're introduced?

Both of those endings are beautiful! They brought tears to my eyes. Excuse me while I go weep gently in the horn pile.

[Katrika]

Bwahahaha, brilliant!

[KarneWarrior]

Rebirth
Exposition

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"What were they like? How did it start?"

"wh0?"

"The gods."

Aradia sighed.

"appr0ximately 1000 years ag0 we arrived 0n this planet. the humans named it renaissance, a human w0rd f0r rebirth. after what happened with jack n0ir we were n0t in a p0siti0n t0 argue.

we t00k t0 the landscape easily. we had built it with 0ur 0wn hands, s0 we already kew which w00d was g00d f0r use, where the minerals were f0r metal. we began a small village, just the sixteen 0f us."

"sixteen?"

Aradia sighed.

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Vriska was still a part of the group then. She did acceptable work and we treated her with some amount of kindness, although only Tavros saw her with regularity. She lived a little ways removed from the rest of us, a little farther from the center of our little town.

We spent five years there, living in small but comfortable shacks, proofing them against the rain and the small amount of snow we got in the dead of winter. Eventually though we realized we wouldn't live forever.

It was Rose Lalonde who brought it up first.

"We aren't going to live forever. Eventually, we will have to reproduce. There isn't enough humanity to go around, so that means crossbreeding."

We were disgusted. Mixing amongst the humans? Unthinkable. Only Terezi even contemplated the idea, and she only wanted to small more red blood. Logically it made sense. She was right, there weren't enough humans to go around, and trolls were similar enough that any children would be fertile. But none of us wanted to do it.

Still, the idea stuck. And after years of waiting for the Matriorb to emerge from Kanayas Sylladex, we were tired and scared. So of course, we tested.

Terezi became succesfully pregnant with a crossbred child. The term was overlong by a few weeks, but the birth was successful and played well with the other purebred. Thechild was odd though. It had no horns, only small lumps on it's skull. It's blood was maroon, but not of a type that was natural for trolls. Karkat immediately claimed the mutant as his son. And so it went.

But the program was less than successful. Feferi and Nepeta died during childbirth, and 70% of the crossbreeds were miscarried. The graveyard grew exponetially. Eventually me and Equius had to dig catacombs for the bodies. That is where we are heading now.

However, it was found that the crossbred young were far more able to bear human young. Eventually most of the setllement had some small amount of troll blood in them. Everyone was that strange shade of maroon as well.

When Kanaya died there was a panic. Her sylladex had dropped not the matriorb but a locked box which contained it. Even Equius and I could not open the box, with the best tools and the most might. We placed the box in Kanaya's tomb.

There is something I must mention. Kanaya was the one we had decided would watch over the Corpse of Jack Noir. We could not guess how death would effect him. Kanaya took the skull and guarded it faithfully, as was expected. The skull was placed in a nest of traps and pitfalls, at the head of Kanaya's corpse. We each added our own protection, even Vriska.

And we each kept it a secret. Noir had developed a way of stealing thoughts during the final battle. It was unknown if he could do it while in his blackened and destroyed form, but it was a extra precaution we took to make sure you never had to deal with the demon ever again. Many of these precations should have died by now, although Kanaya's sylladex keeps the Matriorb in stasis.

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"this is where we are headed. we need that matri0rb. i kept samples 0f the genetic material fr0m the 0thers s0 that 0nce the humans were up and running we c0uld c0me back with an advantage."

"But there are no gods left! Or demigods. No-one has horns!"

"precisely. im not 0k with 0ur species dying 0ut."

"Why wouldn't you have just kept a few 'purebred' from breeding with... erm... us?"

"we tried. belive us, we tried. but generati0ns change, and tr0ll genes are n0t as str0ng as human 0nes. with each new pairing we l0st a little m0re gr0und."

"Oh."

"we are alm0st there. are y0u ready t0 enter the t0mb 0f kanaya maryam?"

"Goddess, I'm ready for whatever you throw at me."

"G00d. Y0u'll need all the will y0u can get."

This chapter kind of sucked, didn't it? I hope the next one is better!

[Kawa]

Sionnan, I died a little inside at "kidney stones".

[Sionnan]

Sionnan, I died a little inside at "kidney stones".

Good thing or bad thing?

[Kawa]

Good thing.

[lucidSeraph]

... BAHAHAHAH kidney stones :`) poor Bro though, those things suck.

[precariouslyAware]

I liked it!

Thank you! =)

[Kawa]

Because there's always time for fanfic fanart.

[Sionnan]

Because there's always time for fanfic fanart.

HAHAH OMG AWESOME

Can I steal it if I give you credit? 8D

[Kawa]

Go right ahead

[DJ-P0N3]

Oh yes
The long awaited!
Maybe!
I dunno

1-up, down-1
Part 4b

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AG: Tavros, you had 8etter 8e joking.
AG: You of all trolls.
AG: Why?
AT: i TOLD YOU I WOULD GET BACK AT YOU,

The wind blew forth violently, lifting the weary and cowardly salamanders off their feet and hurling them through the air. Hats were whisked away, robes fluttered in the wind, and the salamanders collided in the air, bruising and beating one another as they flipped out and shrieked in terror. Jade steadied her shot. She only had one good chance.

AG: So The Demon killing John’s dream self……..
AT: aLL ACCORDING TO MY PLAN,

Writhing tentacles worked their way out of the stab wound within John’s chest, covered in blood and ooze. They began to work their way over to Jade. Various eyes and mouths upon the tentacles stared at her and grinned wickedly. She readied herself to pull the trigger, a tear sliding down her cheek. It was cold.

AG: This was all just to get 8ack at me?!?!?!?!
AT: aT FIRST IT WAS BUT, uHHHHHH, tHEN I GOT CARRIED AWAY
AT: nO BIG DEAL, i STILL BEAT YOU,

The tentacles neared Jade and prepared a violent assault, as they came swooshing down he arrived. Dave cut the tentacles in two and held Jade close, the surprise of it all making her finger slip, firing off an unaimed shot, hitting John right in the arm.

AG: Tavros if this is some way of saying you me, this was 8oth the most impressive and assholish way to do it!!!!!!!!
AT: iT GOES MUCH FURTHER THAN THAT VRISKA, I, uHHHHHH,

“Lay a hand on her John, and I won’t forgive you.” Dave helped Jade up, carrying her off of the scene. He’d prefer to avoid conflict with John, not because he was a friend, but because he was simply too strong for him and Jade to handle.

AT: tHIS IS MY WAY OF FINISHING THE JOB VRISKA,
AG: W8, what?
AT: yOU TOLD ME TO KILL YOU VRISKA, jUST DOING WHAT YOU TOLD ME,
AG: Tavros, this is different. You don’t have the 8ulge to kill me again!!!!!!!!
AT: wHO SAID I WAS THE ONE GOING TO KILL YOU,

Dark fizzled, green sizzled. A spark of electric energy and temporal disruption, Vriska looked behind her to see the commotion. All the trolls stared in awe and fear, The Demon had returned. He took a deep breath in and scanned the surroundings, looking at each one of these rainbow blooded wrigglers till he kept a glare upon Vriska.

“Hey ‘dere girly.” He gripped the handle of his sword, slowly unsheathing it from his chest.

“Fuck…” Vriska pulled out her dice, reeling her arm back to give it a roll, luck was all she had left at this point.

Sadly, it was not on her side. The Thief of Light, the one who could steal the luck of anyone and make it her own, for once felt the other side. She felt the blade pierce through her chest, followed shortly by the cracked and breaking of her husktop as the blade impaled both her and the machine. Clenching the blade weakly she tried to pull it out, coughing blood up and trying her best to breathe.

The other trolls watched, they could do nothing to stop The Demon. Tavros sat there, a smug smile on his face grew to a sadistic grin. He clapped happily and laughed a bit, “Good work Rufio, good work!”

The Demon turned to Tavros, his clapping and joy ceased almost immediately, by god, the look in The Demon’s eyes. Rufio cowered in fear, Tavros gulped nervously. His teeth began to chatter as a shiver shot down his spine and through his biomechanical legs.

“Listen close here bub,” The Demon spoke soundly, “I don’t want ya ta go around thinking ya own me” The Demon pulled the blade out of Vriska’s chest and held it to Tavros, “Ya can gimme ideas, that’s all. Right now ya be wanting me ta kill…” He nears the tip of the blade to Tavros’ throat, it drips with blue blood, staining his shirt.
“So don’t gimme a reason ta kill you…” The Demon pulled the blade away from Tavros.

He fizzled away in a green flash, electric sparks bursting forth. Tavros looked among his fellow trolls, he had won the fight against Vriska, but their look upon him was forever changed. All the trolls were speechless, all of the trolls, all of them. Tavros tried to force a smile, convince himself he had done good. He gazed at Vriska’s fresh corpse. It was twice now he had killed her, once for her own good, but this time, whose good was it really for?

It was all about stopping Vriska, stopping her from dooming Tavros, the kids, the trolls. It had backfired and forced them into a corner. He looked at them a moment, then turned back to his husktop, he slammed his head onto the keyboard.

“I really fucked up this time…I screwed it all up!”

Whilst Tavros punished himself mercilessly for ruining things, Kanaya got onto trollian, wiping tears from her eyes. She would deal with Tavros later, but now was the time to take the final step in stopping the horrorterrors and beating The Demon. They needed a god tier.

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- grimAuxiliatrix [GA] began trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] at ? : ?? –
GA: Rose Are You There
TT: Yes, I found my Quest bed like Vriska instructed.
TT: What am I supposed to do now exactly?
GA: You Need To Die On It.
TT: Excuse me, what?
GA: Kill Yourself That Is All It Takes
TT: Do you expect me to just impale myself on a whim for you Kanaya?
TT: I know we are friends, but this is a little troublesome to me.
GA: Vriska Is Dead
GA: Tavros Was Behind This
GA: If We Refrain For Even A Moment Now We Might As Well Call It Quits
TT: …
- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering grimAuxiliatrix [GA] at ? : ?? –

Rose gripped the thorns tightly, laying upon her Quest bed. She looked at the glistening and color changing sky above her. She moved the thorns away from her chest, and as she closed her eyes tightly she plunged them deep into her chest. She gasped at the pain and bite her lip. The pain was unbearable, but it was just enough to do her in. The blood slowly flowed out and filled the cracks that formed in the Quest bed. The clouds above her began to converge on her location, they mashed together, swirling together to form a massive cloud that slowly sprinkled the rainbow colored rain upon her fresh corpse.

Elsewhere, on the Skaian battlefield a tyrant is seated, waiting to take the life of another foe.

[Shiromisa]

Hi everyone! I just joined specifically to post this. XD Let me know what you think of it!

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A Very MSPA Christmas

Christmas for the band always started the same way. The Courtyard Droll woke everyone slightly after the crack of dawn (really, he woke slightly before but fidgeted and bounced in bed til he could no longer contain himself), tearing around their apartment suite and screaming, "GUYS, GUYS, WAKE UP, SANTA'S COME!" And he always had, every year. The older three got gifts from the gang, but there was always a small heap of presents for CD, all tagged with curlique handwriting reading "Santa Claus." No one had the heart to tell him that it was the Draconian Dignitary, every year, buying things in secret, wrapping them in cheery paper, and setting them up after everyone else had gone to bed. He even choked down CD's truly awful cookies, made with love.

So, yawning and rubbing eyes, they would troop into the living room and gather around the tree. That tree always stood for so much happiness in their lives. The somber mood of most of the rest of the war-torn and uncertain year dissolved into a warm glow as they decorated it, accompanied by Jack playing Christmas tunes on the piano, covering it in glass spades and diamonds and clubs and hearts, and more tinsel than most of them could believe. The one who could believe it jumped around throwing it at the tree, too short to reach the topmost branches and getting more of it draped all over himself than on the tree. Eventually he would ask the Hegemonic Brute to help him, and Jack and DD would watch with amusement as the giant swung CD onto his shoulder to reach the very top.

After the presents were unwrapped (CD delivering his offerings to everyone else and waiting til they had opened them, grinning and bobbing up and down on his heels a little in excitement), Jack invariably made some excuse about delivering paperwork to their Queen, and HB put on a secret, approving smile. He'd seen the two exchange a stolen kiss in a hall alcove once, late enough at night that they were sure they were alone, and with the stacks of papers always went a small gift from a man to his love.

While he was gone, the other three cooked. HB and DD did most of the difficult things with CD hovering around, asking to measure ingredients and mix bowls. They let him make one dish all by himself every year, something simple to do. It was usually the mashed potatoes, and he was much better with them than he was with Santa’s cookies. Jack usually returned in time to help finish things up, persevering though cooking was far from his favorite activity, and the four of them sat down to a huge dinner that somehow tasted better than anything else they had all year.

Later on, after they had all gorged themselves silly on HB's cookies--he was a much better baker than CD--the Midnight Crew (as they called their jazz band) went out into the evening carolling, festive scarves around their necks and holly festooning their hats. CD always went a bit overboard, making everyone else wince affectionately--he put an entire wreath on his. It was good publicity for the band, but more than that, it was CD's favorite part of the day, and he always urged them on, "Please? One house more?", pulling on DD's well-tailored sleeve with a pleading smile. And they always gave in, playing at the houses of half of Derse. At the end of the night, DD would have to carry the sleeping CD home and tuck him into bed with whatever soft stuffed thing had been CD's favorite gift that year.

Later, the three older members would sit around the fire with glasses of rum and eggnog and talk, as they were able to do increasingly rarely these days. As the time came closer when the prince and princess on the moon above them would wake up, they got steadily more and more busy, and the populace got more and more anxious. The future was uncertain. But for the moment, they had good friends and all the boozy eggnog they could drink.

And that was good enough.

Ohgod I am having to stop myself from overusing these emotes. They're amazing.

[Katrika]

Shiromisa: OMG I adored that. CD is so cute.

[crash826]

@Shiro: Let me be the first to say: firstpwnst.gif.
Welcome to the forums.

[SkaianRedeemer]

@Rae: Yessss you did it! And now there is drama. And more plot. But also drama.

@Sionnan: Aw, that was great. Catching up on all your Striderfics while I was trying to catch up to Thread 3 was a highlight. "changed the channel to Spike [...] a CSI marathon" You didn't need to specify that, though. It can just be assumed!

Still haven't caught up on 1-up down-1 though. Darn it all.

[Caprisaurus]

Hi everyone! I just joined specifically to post this. XD Let me know what you think of it!

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A Very MSPA Christmas

Christmas for the band always started the same way. The Courtyard Droll woke everyone slightly after the crack of dawn (really, he woke slightly before but fidgeted and bounced in bed til he could no longer contain himself), tearing around their apartment suite and screaming, "GUYS, GUYS, WAKE UP, SANTA'S COME!" And he always had, every year. The older three got gifts from the gang, but there was always a small heap of presents for CD, all tagged with curlique handwriting reading "Santa Claus." No one had the heart to tell him that it was the Draconian Dignitary, every year, buying things in secret, wrapping them in cheery paper, and setting them up after everyone else had gone to bed. He even choked down CD's truly awful cookies, made with love.

So, yawning and rubbing eyes, they would troop into the living room and gather around the tree. That tree always stood for so much happiness in their lives. The somber mood of most of the rest of the war-torn and uncertain year dissolved into a warm glow as they decorated it, accompanied by Jack playing Christmas tunes on the piano, covering it in glass spades and diamonds and clubs and hearts, and more tinsel than most of them could believe. The one who could believe it jumped around throwing it at the tree, too short to reach the topmost branches and getting more of it draped all over himself than on the tree. Eventually he would ask the Hegemonic Brute to help him, and Jack and DD would watch with amusement as the giant swung CD onto his shoulder to reach the very top.

After the presents were unwrapped (CD delivering his offerings to everyone else and waiting til they had opened them, grinning and bobbing up and down on his heels a little in excitement), Jack invariably made some excuse about delivering paperwork to their Queen, and HB put on a secret, approving smile. He'd seen the two exchange a stolen kiss in a hall alcove once, late enough at night that they were sure they were alone, and with the stacks of papers always went a small gift from a man to his love.

While he was gone, the other three cooked. HB and DD did most of the difficult things with CD hovering around, asking to measure ingredients and mix bowls. They let him make one dish all by himself every year, something simple to do. It was usually the mashed potatoes, and he was much better with them than he was with Santa’s cookies. Jack usually returned in time to help finish things up, persevering though cooking was far from his favorite activity, and the four of them sat down to a huge dinner that somehow tasted better than anything else they had all year.

Later on, after they had all gorged themselves silly on HB's cookies--he was a much better baker than CD--the Midnight Crew (as they called their jazz band) went out into the evening carolling, festive scarves around their necks and holly festooning their hats. CD always went a bit overboard, making everyone else wince affectionately--he put an entire wreath on his. It was good publicity for the band, but more than that, it was CD's favorite part of the day, and he always urged them on, "Please? One house more?", pulling on DD's well-tailored sleeve with a pleading smile. And they always gave in, playing at the houses of half of Derse. At the end of the night, DD would have to carry the sleeping CD home and tuck him into bed with whatever soft stuffed thing had been CD's favorite gift that year.

Later, the three older members would sit around the fire with glasses of rum and eggnog and talk, as they were able to do increasingly rarely these days. As the time came closer when the prince and princess on the moon above them would wake up, they got steadily more and more busy, and the populace got more and more anxious. The future was uncertain. But for the moment, they had good friends and all the boozy eggnog they could drink.

And that was good enough.

Ohgod I am having to stop myself from overusing these emotes. They're amazing.

Gnngfh
I have forever been (okay please no one hurt me for this but) putting off reading the intermission because when I first read the comic in about a day and a half I didn't want to slog through those pages and just get to the main story and then I got lazy.
...This just made me want to do it.
-trots off to start reading intermission-

[Shiromisa]

@Katrika: Thank you so much! Isn't he? That's how this fic was conceived, actually--a discussion about how CD is adorable.

@Crash: Thank you! I think? XD

@Caprisaurus: Awwww! XD I'm glad it got you to read it. I've read through the MC intermission about five times now. I luzz them.