MSPA Fanfiction IV

[Douhneill]

A Storybook Story
Part 7

I gotta say, This is one of the series I'm absolutely adoring. I've been really outside of the forum for the past few days so I didn't really want to pick out individuals in my previous post, but this is great. Striderdink's way of speaking cracks me up every time. Seriously, keep it up.

I can see where you're coming from about the comments thing, though. Good comments are awesome, and bad comments aren't so much (but they might be what you wanted), but no comments makes you wonder if you made any kind of impact or if they even read your post. I'm still not sure if anyone knows about my idea for a Q&A interlude for my Heirman series I've been wanting to do, or if people just don't have any questions to ask me.

But yeah. Good work, looking forward to the finale. Keep up the good work, and have fun doing it.

[Kawa]

I'm just gonna repeat my earlier request for suggestions regarding Shula Vantas' color, symbol and trollTag, k? I'll probably need that info for the next story.

[Douhneill]

I'm going to have to say... cancersLaw.
I don't think I've missed any of your works, but I don't really know much about Shula. Your trolltag is usually based on your interests, but I don't remember reading anything about them, so...

And as for the symbol... hell, anything could work. again, it'd be easier to make a decision based on her interests, but right now I'm thinking some sort of hammer or mallet.

[TacticGamer]

Finally done with Part 5
Woohoo!

Alright, now for the latest installment

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Part 5

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The Demon sits silently beside Rose’s Quest bed as he waits for her to ascend, or at least until she begins to ascend. Her dream self begins to shake and writhe as did John’s. He grips his blade and unsheathes it yet again, before he murdered Dream John out of manipulation from Tavros, but now he does this for his own gratification, to assure his victory. Raising the blade high, the blood of Vriska, John, and Dave have stained it. It has mixed into a dark purple color that glistens in the light. As he swings the blade down something snaps, twists, grips his arm and stops him from beheading this vile woman.

˙ƜĀPIɐBɐD SɐŅIʌ NUɐŠĀUIןɐBOU SƎISNظĒɹNʇʇɐ SŪظ ɐظ 'Āʇ Iɐן 'NʇĒQIɹB SĒƜ

“Here I thought you was done using her.” He sneers at John’s floating corpse, the body has begun to decay more and more. The flesh is falling off in chips and a dark layer lay underneath, the Horrorterrors have left very little of John’s freewill intact.

SɐןןOƆ ƎSƎɹƎʇUI ɹI SƜNƜ 'Nʇ ʇƎQ 'SɐŅIʌ ɐʇOUĀןD ISIƎɹʞ ɐD SɐʞƎU ɹI SƜNƜ

“I’m so scared.” mocks The Demon, he looks back at Rose’s Dream self as it begins to rise into the air, “Guess its too late, ain’t it?” He shakes his head, The Demon wanted to make things simple, just because he had a vast and nearly limitless power did not mean he was not one to tire of these meaningless and trivial fights. In the end he would win, plain and simple. It was his plan.

Rose’s body shone brightly, a purple spirograph and aura enveloped it, as did a black glow. Soon her form was transformed. She arose forth, a hood upon her head, a long spiral dress covered her body. A symbol of an eye was placed on the center of the dress. For a moment her world was black, and now she opens her eyes once more to see the blinding radiance of the Skaian battlefield. Seeing The Demon and her mistake that caused this. No, she shook her head, the mistake she had to do because of Tavros. It was something she had to keep in mind.

The Demon stares at her, grips his sword tight and readies for a fight. John floats high into the air to match Rose’s own altitude, he stares at her briefly.

“R-rose….I can’t feel my most of me….” He manages to mutter out, his voice is crackled and pained.

“John…” She sighs, she can not bare to witness him in such misery and distain. “..please, let me help you. I have a plan…”

John’s body begins to shiver and shake, his emotionless face twists into a sick grin, wide as possible, from ear to ear. It began to cackle, the laugh was silent at first, Rose squints at John, she tries to hear him, she wants to hear what he has to say, then, in a split second.

ɐɥɐɥɐɥɐɥɐɥɐɥɐɥɐɥ ʇĪPĀɹƎID SƜNظ NBIƎQ ɹI Sɐʇ ɥɐƎɥɐɥƎɐɥƎɥɐƎɐɥƎɐɥƎɥɐɥƎɥɐ ɥɐɥƎɥƎɥƎɥƎɥƎɥ

Rose’s ears begin to bleed, the laughter of the horrorterrors is something no one should ever hear. It chills her to the bone, her soul can feel itself slowly die inside. She realizes now just how far gone she is form the horrorterrors, she can not even comprehend their babbling anymore. The Demon shakes it off but can feel his ears bleed as well. This was not in his plans, but it seems as though that in this timeline, no one gets what they want.

The Horrorterrors began to spread their tentacles out from the wound in John’s chest, it was once a small sliver, but due to overuse the hole was gaping and wide, if one peers inside they could surely see the face of the horrorterrors themselves.

The Demon arose into the sky to match them, a battle of the three godly powers was about to begin, and all the trolls could do was sit back and hope to god that they would somehow pull out a victory.

The Demon swings his sword at Rose as she narrowly avoids the brutal affront. The tentacles flow forth from John’s chest cavity and wrap around The Demon. Rose takes this opportunity to abscond from the scene, something tells her she isn’t what the Horrorterrors are after, at least not this time.

˙SUOƜĒP ƜOɹD ʇɐƜƎŅɐSƎU SŪظ

“What ya want with me, freak?” The Demon did not have the patience for interruptions from such a disturbing apparition that has taken residence within a child he had already murdered twice before. “Third time is the charm….” He slices through the tentacles and flashes green and sparks with lightning for a moment before reappearing behind the Horrorterror possessed John. He readies his blade for a terrifying upbraid.

John’s neck snaps, cracks, and twists a full 180 degrees around and stares blankly at The Demon. It begins to laugh loudly. The tentacles spew forth from his agape mouth, along with claws and tendrils of all sorts. Eyes peer at The Demon as they entrap and entangle him. He struggles aimlessly, a scythe-like tentacle rises high into the air and swooshes downwards in a cutting fashion.

A gleaming light of blinding white.

A flow of red descends onto Skaia.

The Demon lies defeated, dying slowly.

The tentacles recede into John’s mouth and wound. He holds the ring carefully between his index and thumb. The ring glistens in the light of Skaia. He slides the ring onto his index finger and holds it to the sky, the powers do not flow into his dead body, but perhaps that is not what the horrorterrors are after.

In the distance Rose watches in awe. She is unsure of whether to take this as a sign that the horrorterrors are on her side, or if her foe has gained any strength. She decides to pester Aradia.

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- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering apocalypseArisen [AA] at ? : ?? –
TT: Aradia I need your help.
AA: this is unexpected
AA: h0w can I help
TT: You can commune with the dead, correct?
AA: c0rrect
TT: Can you speak to john, try to get through to him?
AA: he is under p0ssessi0n by the h0rr0rrterr0rs
AA: it is very risky
TT: Please Aradia, I know I am not exactly a friend to you, nor do I really matter to you.
TT: Please, risk it for me just this once, okay?
AA: y0u are alright r0se
AA: just this 0nce
TT: Thank you so much Aradia.
AA: just s0 we are clear what d0 y0u want me t0 d0
TT: Rescue John, I don’t care how. Just try.
AA: 0kay
AA: n0w leave me be
AA: this requires f0cus
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Aradia focused her attention on John, she attempted to commune with him telepathically. Her mind slips slowly into John’s conscious, but as she was entering his thoughts she is intercepted by the Horrorterrors. Aradia works her way around, for only a split second does she have the opportunity, with no second thoughts or regrets she risks herself to take the mind of John within her own cold steel carapace.

She falls to the ground, two minds swarming inside of her. That of herself, and that of John Egbert. She slowly crawls over to Equius, he takes a cable and attaches it to her forehead, the other end is place upon a crudely designed robot. The transfer begins and Equius goes to inform Rose of the news.

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- centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] at ? : ?? –
CT: D --> Rose human, I have news to deliver
TT: It better be good news.
CT: D --> It is good and bad news
TT: I guess that will do, what is it?
CT: D --> We have e%tracted John's mind from the horrorterrors
TT: That is the best news I have heard in ages.
TT: So what is the bad news?
CT: D --> Because of your e%tremely risky and f001ish plan, Aradia is
TT: Is what?

Equius looks at the cold machine that pumps his own blood, it had contained the matesprit he had desired for so long. Due to the transfer, due to coming into contact with horrorterrors she has lost herself in the dark void of the furthest ring. Her consciousness is gone, she may be dead. Equius calms himself, he has to be STRONG. For all of their sakes, there has been far too much crying. He holds back his sadness.

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CT: D --> She is dead again
TT: I’m sorry Equius.
CT: D --> I can not e%press properly how I feel right now
CT: D --> I need to go e%ert myself
CT: D --> To rela%
TT: I understand.
CT: D --> Was the plan worth the risk
TT: Well at the very least we have John.
TT: With him we might be able to finally stop this horrorterrors.
CT: D --> Stay STRONG Rose human
TT: Same to you Equius.
- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering centaursTesticle [CT] at ? : ?? –

Equius turns back to face the fresh droid standing tall. It looks at its hands, it examines the entirety of its new body. The robot is now possessed by the presence of John Egbert. He turns to Equius slowly.

“So…this is me now…? What happened?” He looks at the design upon his chest, “How is this all? Am I?” John was as confused as ever, he looks disconcerted and upset. A small smile shows as he realizes he is free of the Horrorterrors. Equius goes to him and informs him of what has happened. How Tavros is the one to blame, Rose’s ascension to god tier, even how his new body functions. John interrupts Equius as calmly as he can.

“So…if blood is in me…whose is it?” He is afraid of the answer.

Equius points to Vriska’s corpse, “We were going to ask Karkat for his…but he refused…so we used what we had.” He takes in a deep breath and sighs heavily, patting the back of John harder than he should. He desperately needed to vent.

John winces at the pain for a moment but is speechless. He has missed so much, there was so much he could’ve done, that he should’ve done. He rushes to the husktop and clicks on Rose’s timeline in the trollian client. There is much to be done, so much to be seen, and so little time.

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Something about the more recent parts bug me. Don't know why.
Ah well, the ending is either the next part or the one after.
We'll just have to wait and see.
Also, did anyone notice how while possessed, all john's communications were referred to as "haunting" rather than "pestering"?

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We would prefer it if you refrained from killing her for the time being.

It is not her we are after. (lost in translation.)

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha we will destroy you demon hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

You're not getting away demon.

Great fic, I wonder how John will react when he realizes that he's in a girl's body now.

[DJ-P0N3]

I think you might have misread something.
John is in a robotic body, not a woman's.

I might not have made that clear enough, so if so.
I apologize.

And thanks.

[TacticGamer]

I think you might have misread something.
John is in a robotic body, not a woman's.

I might not have made that clear enough, so if so.
I apologize.

And thanks.

I mean, isn't John in Aradia's robotic body now?

[DJ-P0N3]

I think you might have misread something.
John is in a robotic body, not a woman's.

I might not have made that clear enough, so if so.
I apologize.

And thanks.

I mean, isn't John in Aradia's robotic body now?

Oh, no!
He's in his own robotic body, a crudely made one, but his own.
If anyone else gets confused on this let me know and i'll go back to make it more clear.

[sebastian]

This isn't the final chapter, but it's close!

A Storybook Story
Part 7 (Previous parts linked in signature below

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A/N:

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So is everyone looking forward to finale?

I know I damn well am. And we'll also get to meet the greatest character of this story next time.

I hate to do this, but the lack of comments has made me wonder if anyone is reading this. I know everyone hates it when people get naggy for comments, but after the last few installments there hasn't been anything and my paranoia is starting to act up.

But anyways, I know it's odd to put Equius in as the miracle worker, but the interaction between him and Aradia are a great substitution for Max and Valerie's. Besides, Equius' dead pan is a nice contrast to Billy Crystal's hilarity in the movie.

Man, I'm following this religiously, waiting with baited breath for every chapter. it is just that I have nothing relevant to say.

And at this point I'm curious to see if and how did you used Gamzee, if not as MiRaClE MaX.

[KarneWarrior]

I'm just gonna repeat my earlier request for suggestions regarding Shula Vantas' color, symbol and trollTag, k? I'll probably need that info for the next story.

Trolltag: atrophiedIcarius
Symbol: an Ampersand (&)
Color: NEON GREEN. Because trolls don't take after ANYONE.

[Sionnan]

Augh, I swear this is the last angsty Strider fic I have.

Short look at how weird time shit and Bro get along.

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Binary



To live.

(The meteor rends in half with a groan, a sharp, resounding crackle like a moutain cleaving from its base, and he flashsteps to the edge, leaping for the nearest rooftop, and he is consumed by fire and the sound of a distant, ticking clock-

-And with each impact, hip, knee, shoulder, head, he knows he ought to be dead by the end of the flight of stairs, but somehow he is bruised and bloody but alive when he finally thumps against the landing-




Or not to live.

(A child, a puppet lovingly intertwined in his tiny arms, lies dead within the epicenter of what investigators called a massive explosion. Conspiracy theorists worldwide claim it was a meteor-

-He feels the shakes wrack his body and he knows he will not wake up to go home to get Dave up to school-

-He hears a distant roar, and his right hand slips into his pocket, and it closes around the pair of tiny shades, and he closes his own eyes, because either he is early or the boy is, because he knows he won't live to give them to Dave-

-The blade is pushed through his sternum with a hellish squeal that he can feel shudder through his entire skeleton, and a gasp, or maybe a cry, is ripped from him and he can feel the cool of the steel, the bite of the blade as it neatly spears the lower part of his heart-)

It is a binary path, revisited and recollected, branches that are pruned abruptly, allowing just a little length length to gather each time.

The only problem, and a little girl who is a gardener once told him this, many times a long time ago, is that once you chop off the top of the growth, it allows it to get bushier at the sides, lots more auxilliary branches to plump out and spread.

Variety.

Bro has always known he will die before he sees his thirtieth birthday.

Growth just long enough to allow lots of variety before it gets knocked off.

And sometimes, just sometimes, when he gives a long, hard shudder, usually prompting a long stare from his little brother, he'll say, with a grin, "Some motherfucker just walked over my grave."

What he really means to say is that somewhere else, some time from now, a long time ago, in this very moment, another branch just got pruned.

[RogerMexico]

This isn't the final chapter, but it's close!

A Storybook Story
Part 7

Seriously, Wig, this is one of the greatest things on the forum. I'm almost sad for it to be over, but if it didn't end we wouldn't get to see the epic duel between John and Eridan, etc.

[egregiousBass]

Augh, I swear this is the last angsty Strider fic I have.

You're always welcome to make more.

Especially if there are hugs.

edit: Miguel de cervantes over here.

[Wigmund]

Thanks for the compliments everyone , again I apologize for begging for them.

And since I was begging for comments, it's only fair that I finally start doing comment dumps for others:
@MayorSillyBiscuits: Aradia! Not again...but...I have to ask...what's happened to John's possessed body?
@Sionnan: That was nice...T-T If you'll just excuse me for a moment...

I'm just gonna repeat my earlier request for suggestions regarding Shula Vantas' color, symbol and trollTag, k? I'll probably need that info for the next story.

GaiaPhoenix, The color seems kinda raspberry-ish
She uses the astrological symbol for Earth since she's the first troll born here.

Man, I'm following this religiously, waiting with baited breath for every chapter. it is just that I have nothing relevant to say.
And at this point I'm curious to see if and how did you used Gamzee, if not as MiRaClE MaX.

You'll see Gamzee soon. There's one character in the movie that even more hilarious than Miracle Max and his first appearance is literally coming up next.

[amnesiaDinosaur]

I forgot who that is...

[crash826]

I'm just gonna repeat my earlier request for suggestions regarding Shula Vantas' color, symbol and trollTag, k? I'll probably need that info for the next story.

inexplicablePresence, symbol is (/) or universal negative sign. (don't ask me I don't know)

[Douhneill]

I'm just gonna repeat my earlier request for suggestions regarding Shula Vantas' color, symbol and trollTag, k? I'll probably need that info for the next story.

She uses the astrological symbol for Earth since she's the first troll born here.

YES. YES!!

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symbol is (/) or universal negative sign. (don't ask me I don't know)

You mean ?
or Φ (phi)?

[Katrika]

I'm sorry, guys.

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She’s finally back.

Through the shock, that’s the one thought that keeps repeating itself.

She was finally back, she was finally Aradia, she said she was leaving but she was HERSELF again, and wherever she was going, he’d know she was alive and back…right?

And she stands up, and looks at him, and smiles, and GOD how he’s ached to see that smile again. It’s like he’s been dying of thirst and didn’t realize it until this moment, when she’s back.

Yes, she’s in the wrong body, and her blood is the wrong color, and she says she’s going away but they can still talk on Trollian, right? She’s back.

She’s back.

She hugs him, and it feels WRONG, all cold chrome and hard surfaces, but it feels RIGHT, because she’s whispering in his ear, things too private to even say here.

And she steps back.

The lights in her eyes go crazy. She’s shuddering, a wild tremor, and are her hands supposed to bend in that direction? Before he has time to process what’s happening, there’s a bright light, and a force shoving him back, and-

She’s gone.

And the words she just said come back to him as he stands there, taking it in.

“C0me 0n, S0l, make it smile.”

[crash826]

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symbol is (/) or universal negative sign. (don't ask me I don't know)

You mean ?
or Φ (phi)?

The first one.
Also, KATRIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 0,_0

SO

SAD

AND ALSO SO AMAZING BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW

[Wigmund]

Katrika....

0n0

[Katrika]

TURN THAT n UPSIDE DOWN!

-offers horn pile-

[Wigmund]

My horn pile rusted when I wrote that Christmas fic...

[Douhneill]

I'm sorry, guys.

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She’s finally back.

Through the shock, that’s the one thought that keeps repeating itself.

She was finally back, she was finally Aradia, she said she was leaving but she was HERSELF again, and wherever she was going, he’d know she was alive and back…right?

And she stands up, and looks at him, and smiles, and GOD how he’s ached to see that smile again. It’s like he’s been dying of thirst and didn’t realize it until this moment, when she’s back.

Yes, she’s in the wrong body, and her blood is the wrong color, and she says she’s going away but they can still talk on Trollian, right? She’s back.

She’s back.

She hugs him, and it feels WRONG, all cold chrome and hard surfaces, but it feels RIGHT, because she’s whispering in his ear, things too private to even say here.

And she steps back.

The lights in her eyes go crazy. She’s shuddering, a wild tremor, and are her hands supposed to bend in that direction? Before he has time to process what’s happening, there’s a bright light, and a force shoving him back, and-

She’s gone.

And the words she just said come back to him as he stands there, taking it in.

“C0me 0n, S0l, make it smile.”

Sorry for what? That was great.
To apologize for that would be like a coach apologizing to whoever he's coaching that he actually managed to get proper coaching done. Or, assuming I can actually ever finish Heirman chapter 5, apologizing that I actually bothered to stick to it and finish it. Don't apologize for something good.

[X15lm204]

You'll see Gamzee soon. There's one character in the movie that even more hilarious than Miracle Max and his first appearance is literally coming up next.

Oh gog.

Lemme guess...

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MaRrIaGe Is WhAt BrInGs Us MoTheRfUcKeRs ToGeThEr ToDaY...

yessssssssss


also @Katrika
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[Douhneill]

@Katrika
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We must all type this thing over and over again until it stops looking dumb...

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Is it working?

[crash826]

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...Did it work?

E: just realized those separators also form "0_0"
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