MSPA Fanfiction IV

[DJ-P0N3]

@SkaianRedeemer
Glad you noticed!
I wanted to be subtle, and was waiting to see if anyone would call me out on it.

Now more fanfic
Short, sweet, and to the point
in dedication to my fave Exile
WV

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Wayward Vagabond tore a panel off of the wall, he stared at the image he had scrawled onto it when he had first found the chalk. He stacked them high, almost as tall as he was. Placing a small cloud covered panel for the roof. He snapped off one last panel and squirmed his way into the small, claustrophobic space and sealed it shut with the colored panel. He had a peephole he could see through, and he watched Serenity flicker on and off, she was trying to commune to him, but he never understood her.

He looked down at his hand, the ring he had protected for so long had been the very same thing that had lead to so much of his misery. He closed his eyes, a memory that had been deep within the recesses of his mind were beginning to flow forth.

He is taken back to when he first grew tired of the war, as the people of Derse were taken in and armed, trained, prepped for murder and slaughter. The grip of a sword in his hand was strange. It felt heavy to him, uneven as it were. The others practice their slashes and slices, horizontal and vertical. They loudly shout of their hatred for Prospit. He takes the sword and tries to swing it, he can not find the words to describe how he feels. Perhaps because he does not feel anything for Prospit, he does not hate it, he does not understand war.

The blade dropped onto the floor, he had let go of the handle and threw off his hat in disgust, WV shouted at his fellow Dersians, “Why do we hate Prospit? What has it done to us?”

The other soldiers stopped, they stared at WV for a moment. He shivered, he knew exactly was going through their minds, it was as if in unison their hatred had shifted to him. With his breath held he waited till one of them cried out, “Such blasphemy be spoken?!” A soldier stepped forth and raised his sword at WV, the tip of the blade aimed for his throat. “I should kill you now for such traitorous words!”

WV shook in his garments. He would speak, but he feared if he did his voice would be silenced the instant a single syllable escaped his lips. As the tension continued to thicken an unlikely individual stepped forth from the shadows to prevent bloodshed. The Draconian Dignitary pushes the soldier away from WV and speaks hastily, “Don’t go killing each other over this. So the kid doesn’t want to fight. So be it, just kick the kid into something he can be useful for.” He grinned at WV.

WV snapped away from his memory and opened his eyes, he heard voices outside. They were planning to destroy the vessels. Including the one he himself is presently situated in. For a moment he panicked, but then he relaxed himself. He closed his eyes and went back to his subconscious and thought about it in a more calmed manner.

He returned to the thoughts of his farm and the luscious green ferns and fauna that grew from his hard labor. He would partake in the delicious results of a tiresome day of work, the food he grew soothed his grumbling belly. One day the war finally arrived, he stood outside and watched. A single tear filled his eye as he watched blood be spilled for a nameless cause.

He remembered watching bodies pile and fires grow. It was not long before he too was engulfed in the flames. His precious garden, the very thing he had used to escape the war had been torched and tarnished by war itself. He held the flag that had stood outside his home for sometime tightly in his grip. It reminded him of the sword, how it was once cold and heavy, impossible for him to hold. This flag, however, it was light weight to him. Easily movable. Perhaps it was because it was something he believed in, something he wanted that gave him the strength to wield the flag.

He stepped onto the battlefield and rallied the troops behind him, both Dersians and Prospitians followed him in his desire to remove the King from his throne. WV was fed up with war, he was tired of the needless killing. This was just one time he would have to change his beliefs, only once shall he desire to spill the blood of another.

As he and his soldiers closed in on the King WV saw something fly over head. It looked as though it were a bird, or perhaps a hawk. Upon closer inspection he saw it. As the shadowy figure came in close and sliced the scepter of the King, the King was soon beheaded as well by this blood thirsty arch agent. He watched in terror as the arch agent slaughtered those that had backed him up in his endeavor.

WV snaps to it once more, he looks down at the ring and closes his hand around it. Gripping it tightly, he looked up and sees Serenity blinking furiously; she looks as if she might be crying. WV knew why, he could hear the ticking, but his mind is made. He shook his head and blew her a kiss good-bye. Serenity flies outside of the vessel and flew away. She flew as far away as she could and watched as the bombs went off.

Inside his fort, WV thought about his last moments. He had been a Warweary Villein, a Wayward Vagabond, but he couldn’t bring himself to be a Wastelandic Vindicator. He curled up into a ball and held the ring to his chest, he wasn’t to be the hero.

Moments later AR approached the remains, the charred chunks of the vessels were still hot to the touch. He approached what looked like a glowing ring among the ashes. He looked around for a moment; he felt his heart sink down. He called out for PM and WQ, they approached the scene and were horrified. He had been many things in his time, he had done so much to aid them. In the end, he was a Withered Victim.

May he rest in peace, as the mayor of can town and an inspiration to us all for the future of Prospit.

[crash826]

@Wigmund

My cybernetic enhancements have been finished.

My body is now 2% human and 98% horn pile.

And IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH.

[raequiem]

Oh jegus, Wig. I forgot how hard you can yank the heartstrings when you want to.

Cal is letting me out of the pit so I can post this but you guys have to call the cops or Andrew or sometingbeforehea;oifjgh;aogsiughtf;fd

JUS TPO STT HEF ICR AE!

okay okay please stop i'm posting it i'm posting it please stop

Bright Eyes - Interlude

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Days in the past...
(... but not many...)

This sucks balls. Big, hairy, herpes-infested ones.

Karkat kicks a puddle. It's raining again. Appropriate, he decides. Not that precipitation is ever a surprise, in this area at this time of year. It's been weeks since he's seen the sun. He shivers and pulls his jacket tighter.

"I'm sorry, Karkat."

He whirls, blood pressure spiking. "Shut up. Shut the fuck up right now." He's not mad at her - he's never really mad at Terezi. Just hurting. "It's that bitch of a mother of yours I'm pissed at. Her choice to go away and take you with her."

"Karkat-"

"Stop talking. Seriously." He's worked up a decent rant, and damn if he's going to let her stop him. "Not like there's any reason for her to stay - Dad's doing fine, she'll make a shit-ton of money, you get to go to that shiny wonderful school - who puts a school for geniuses in the exact center of the goddamn desert, really? - and everyone gets to be happy. Fucking wonderful. Mother of the year, that one - never mind you've got a life of your own, friends and school and fucking roots, that's what you've got and they're here, how does the fact that she gave birth to you mean she gets to tear that all apart, just for the sake of a fucking job-"

"Karkat." Is she crying or is that just rain on her face?

She lets out a single, half-strangled sob. Well, that answers that. Way to go, fuckass.

"Fuck." He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. "I'm sorry, god I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"Your turn to shut up, dickface." There's no sting in that remark, as her arms curl around his waist.

He sighs and buries his face in her hair. She quietly cries into his shirt, making a warm damp spot on his chest. And they just stand there for a while, ignoring the rain and the cold and the passing cars.

Finally, with one last squeeze, she pulls back just far enough to look up at him. Her glasses are crooked and her blue-green eyes are bloodshot.

"I don't want you to go."

"Me neither." The rain is letting up.

"C'mon, let's get home."

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Karkat still doesn't want her to go when they're hugging goodbye at the airport.

Or a few hours later when he sees a tiny plane overhead, heading west at top speed.

Or later that night when he lies in bed and stares out his window, into what used to be hers. They'd held long, late-night conversations out of those windows, about everything kids ever talk about. And they'd waved goodnight every single night.

But her window is dark.

And there's nothing he can do to bring her back.

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When Karkat comes home to an empty house a few days later, there's a tiny part of his brain that's not flipping right the fuck out. That tiny part of his brain is instead sighing and shaking its head, muttering things like "it was inevitable, really, your life is the universe's toilet, did you actually expect to be anything but miserable forever".

He calls her automatically - who else could he turn to - and a half-screamed, half-whispered conversation later, his pulse is only slightly less frantic.

He makes the other calls she suggests - Tavros ("Uh, sure, of course I'll help."), Equius ("I had no idea you felt so strongly about this. Yes, I will assist."), Kanaya ("Terezi told me everything before she left. Might I suggest a more efficient search strategy?") and Vriska ("Well duh, smartass. There's no way you'll pull it off without me. I'll have him safe at home before dark!").

As the five of them scour the city, skulking in alleys and dodging the light, he's sick with fear. What if they're caught, what if the're not fast enough and the cops find him first, what if they're not fast enough and Dad...

There's a hand in his. He looks up to see Kanaya smiling, not quite hiding the worry in her eyes. "It'll be alright, Karkat. We'll find him." She squeezes his hand, then releases it.

He prays to whatever god may be listening that she's right.

A/N

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More sadfic for everyone! Also this fic is now on AO3, so check my sig for previous chapters.

Relevant ships for this chapter: KarkatKanaya, Karkat[it'scomplicated]Terezi.

This is in no way the end of sad shit happening to Karkat. Or anyone else for that matter. I'm thinking of renaming it "Bright Eyes: Everyone is Miserable Forever".

[Rimbaum]

@SkaianRedeemer
Glad you noticed!
I wanted to be subtle, and was waiting to see if anyone would call me out on it.

Now more fanfic
Short, sweet, and to the point
in dedication to my fave Exile
WV
moar sadfic

GOGDAMMIT PEOPLE

Stop with the sad! I know I contributed to it with the prompt, but we need something silly to break the mood in here!


And I suck at silly stuff ._.

[DJ-P0N3]

I do have an EquiusXKanaya in mind
I can try and make that NOT a sad!fic.

That sound good?

[Rimbaum]

I do have an EquiusXKanaya in mind
I can try and make that NOT a sad!fic.

That sound good?

Just so long as it's not sadfic!


... I suck at silly, but I might be able to come up with something sweet and sappy... Maybe a bit of Rose/Kanaya

[QuetzaDrake]

Yay more Bright Eyes!

Oh no! I hope they find Crabdad and he isn't dead

[DJ-P0N3]

I do have an EquiusXKanaya in mind
I can try and make that NOT a sad!fic.

That sound good?

Just so long as it's not sadfic!


... I suck at silly, but I might be able to come up with something sweet and sappy... Maybe a bit of Rose/Kanaya

Equius accidentally killing the one he loves in an attempt to show how he feels?
You got it!

[raequiem]

Yay more Bright Eyes!

Oh no! I hope they find Crabdad and he isn't dead

Me too!

(wait this is probably something the author should know isn't it)

[Douhneill]

Equius accidentally killing the one he loves in an attempt to show how he feels?
You got it!

Just be sure to make it RIDICULOUSLY over the top.

You know. For good measure.

*edit* @ rae - possibly. Mind you, I don't have anything from any of my fic series planned ahead. (especially not Heirman. Aside from casting, things are mostly determined by you guys)

[DJ-P0N3]

Equius accidentally killing the one he loves in an attempt to show how he feels?
You got it!

Just be sure to make it RIDICULOUSLY over the top.

You know. For good measure.

But of course!

[crash826]

I do have an EquiusXKanaya in mind
I can try and make that NOT a sad!fic.

That sound good?

Just so long as it's not sadfic!


... I suck at silly, but I might be able to come up with something sweet and sappy... Maybe a bit of Rose/Kanaya

Equius accidentally killing the one he loves in an attempt to show how he feels?
You got it!

WHAT.
BUT YOU.
YOU JUST.
BUT.
BUT IT'S.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

[Graven_Image]

Too much sadfic. Not enough awesomefic.


Indystuck

Chapter 3

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OPEN PESTERLOG

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neckwearAficionado began pestering mischeviousRobot

NA: So apparently, there's this game that we're suppose to be playing.
NA: And as Commander Video has stressed to me, it is Very Important.
MR: Yeah, the Kid called me earlier about it
MR: He sounded kind of pumped about it, which immediately made me nervous
NA: Indeed.
NA: If the Kid is excited about something, I'm rather sure it is something the more sane among us should not be excited about.
NA: And before you say anything, no, this is not as much a waste of time as you think it will be.
MR: Well I
MR: Okay you know what
MR: Reversing mid-conversation is not cool
MR: Why, man.
NA: I have to get my kicks somehow.
NA: Now, onto the matter at hand.
MR: Yeah, I don't think I'll partake
MR: Ditching my girlfriend to play a new game is not my bag
NA: Oh, I think she'd appreciate what you're doing.
NA: Seeing as your lovely little island is now marked for nigh-immediate destruction.
MR: Wait
MR: WHAT?
NA: Oh, yes.
NA: It appears that meteors are bearing down on all of us.
NA: Even Captain Viridian and Commander Video, out in space.
MR: Wait wait wait
MR: So
MR: We're going to
NA: To die, Quote.
NA: Unless you play this game.
MR: Hell, I'm in
MR: What do I have to do?
NA: Simply await communication from the Kid.
NA: He'll be your server player.
MR: Oh, GREAT
NA: As you will be mine.
MR: Oh
MR: I see
MR: So you have a vested interest in my survival, I take it?
NA: You're going to survive, Quote.
NA: It's just a matter of how far back I have to go before I can make sure of it.
MR: You are one weird litle man, Tim
NA: I try.

neckwearAficionado ceased pestering mischeviousRobot

Quote's home was not grand or majestic. It barely consisted of a wooden hut inside of a cave.

But here was where his friends and family lived, here was where his computer was, and so this was where he lived.

And now he faced the prospect of losing everything.

He walked outside, slowly. His metal joints creaked with the stress of twenty-odd years of use. Out in the Mimiga Village, children played, elders weaved or cooked, and Curly - the only one like him he had found so far - sat and watched.

She was as responsible for the island's continued existence as he was, after all.

He saw everything he had saved.

After all he had done, he wasn't going to let it be destroyed now.

He walked over to where Curly sat and began telling her of his plan. It might not happen then, it might not happen days from then. But when the time came, they were going to be prepared.

OPEN PESTERLOG

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neckwearAficionado began pestering dwarvenSniper

NA: Benli.
NA: I have need of your services.
DS: och aye
DS: errybuddy wants the crossbowman when the chips are down
DS: bugger off im on break
NA: I have good reason to believe that you will get a very nice new crossbow out of this.
NA: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
DS: well
DS: how nice are we talkin about
NA: Let's just say that it will make your Adamantine one look like complete rubbish.
DS: done deal what needs shooting
DS: break officially over
NA: Well, there's this game...

[DJ-P0N3]

@Graven Image
Are you suggesting Sad!fic can't be awesome?
Because I heartily disagree.

As for your Indystuck
Does that dwarvenSniper happen to be Dwarffortress?
Please say yes.

[Rimbaum]

I do have an EquiusXKanaya in mind
I can try and make that NOT a sad!fic.

That sound good?

Just so long as it's not sadfic!


... I suck at silly, but I might be able to come up with something sweet and sappy... Maybe a bit of Rose/Kanaya

Equius accidentally killing the one he loves in an attempt to show how he feels?
You got it!

WHAT.
BUT YOU.
YOU JUST.
BUT.
BUT IT'S.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

SECONDED.

[Graven_Image]

As for your Indystuck
Does that dwarvenSniper happen to be Dwarf fortress?
Please say yes.

I defy you to find any other indy game that gives Dwarves crossbows.

[DJ-P0N3]

As for your Indystuck
Does that dwarvenSniper happen to be Dwarf fortress?
Please say yes.

I defy you to find any other indy game that gives Dwarves crossbows.

Excuse me for a moment
I may have just nerdgasm'd

[SkaianRedeemer]

Oh god, Wigmund, you actually wrote it. (Also there are a lot of broken colour tags I have to point it out.)

[Zerovirus]

Graven you should have named the Dwarf Urist for maximum identificability.

Also, where is Balrog. Because you WILL prototype him. Definitely.

[Wigmund]

Thanks for pointing out the tags Skaian, I actually couldn't bring myself to review the story to check...so sad...But now you can see Terezi's lament in teal.

[DJ-P0N3]

Balrogsprite: HUZZAH!

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I am sorry

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Totally worth it

[KarneWarrior]

If Urists world is not the Land of Magma and Cannons I will never forgive you.

Elfsprite.

Must happen.

[Graven_Image]

So of course now I can't do Balrog, since this fandom runs on shattered expectations.

[DJ-P0N3]

CURSES!!!

[raequiem]

So here is an incredibly fast and shitty notsad!fic. Yay!

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"No! Abso100tley not!"

The strongest of voices rang through the metallic halls of the lab. The newly-arrived humans winced, but the trolls just sighed or shook their heads.

"Stop being so m33n!"

"Nepeta, my refusal to let you interact with those lowb100ds is not 'mean'. I am merely protecting you. It's for your own good-"

"How is it for my own good? I just want to make friends!"

"They are beneath you - beneath all of us! We've discussed this!"

"And it's still stupid!"

"Nepeta-"

"NO! I'm done listening to your STUPID ideas and your STUPID rules because YOU ARE A BIG DUMB JERK!!"

No one dared breathe.

"What did you just say to me." The strongvoice was, if possible, even stronger, shaking the complex to its foundations.

"You are WRONG and a JERK and a BIG DUMB MEANIE POO-POO HEAD and I am SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT!"

Bullshit... bullshit... bullshit...

Someone was stomping down the hall, towards the humans and their troll welcoming committee. As the stomper drew closer, the indistinct muttering became clearer, "lousy stupid goddamn moirail, he's no better than anyone else, what does blood have to do with anything anyway..."

The person turned the corner, and the humans got their first view of her. A tiny troll girl in an oversized coat, wearing what appeared to be half of a blue cat costume. She stomped her way, still muttering, up to Rose and Jade.

"Hi I'm Nepeta do you like cats!" It was less of a question and more of a snarl.

The girls glanced at each other.

"...Sure?"

"I love cats!"

Nepeta's face split in a grin full of fangs. "Great! Let's go play!" She snatched each girl by the wrist and dragged them off to parts unknown.

John and Dave were slackjawed.

Sollux punched Karkat in the arm. "You owe me ten boonbuckth."