MSPA Fanfiction IV

[lucidSeraph]

Ah, I do love a little sadfic with my breakfast.

[Graven_Image]

@jacobin: Yes. I do love me some Vriskas.

@Graven your Indystuck is a cool concept wrapped in stupendous execution. It's just a pity the Spelunker from Spelunky couldn't show up.

You know what? Stop saying "Too bad X from Y isn't here". Because who knows, maybe I really didn't like having the N+ Ninja and was looking for someone to replace him.

There is definitely a hidden message in there somewhere.

[Caprisaurus]

Mmm. That was some good sadfic

[Rimbaum]

Sadfic femslash fluff. Kass, you are brilliant.

[Sionnan]

I'm glad the Bro/Mom fic was pretty well liked! And apologies to those whom I have scarred irreparably.

[KarneWarrior]

A Familiar Scenario
In which Karkat and his friends are projected where they do not belong

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Three beams extended from Eridans chest, the troll in question levitating slightly from the buildup of power. Equius, Sollux and Vriska writhed in pain as the heroic energy was drained from their bodies.

"STOP, ERIDAN." Karkat growled from his spot on the walkway.

"wwhy should i?"

"BECAUSE I'LL FUCKING STOP YOU, THAT'S WWHY."

"are you kiddin me? i have all the powwer noww! i am the one in control of this artifice, this pathwway to the heavens! i am the builder, the creator and the fuckin master of the spire now! i have become a g-"

BANG. The pistols retort echoed through the suddenly silent room. Eridan clutched at the hole where he had used to keep his life, then toppled into the abyss below. Karkat looked at Vriska with a indescribable expression on his face. Vriska pouted.

"I'm sorry, did yoooooooou want to kill him????????"

Vriska=Reaver? More likely than you think.

[Ember]

Jacobin: SCOURGE SISTERS. That was delightful. They really do need to get their shit together and go back to being allies, because they are awesome and terrifying.

Kass: Oh, Kass, that was so lovely and sad! The sudden perspective switch about half-way through the second part was kind of confusing, but that's the only quibble I have. Kanaya, why do you always have to be so stupid over her? And "Now is not the time to suddenly develop the concept of selflessness, Vriska". But it is; it's the only time she can let herself.

[Doodled]

Kass: I just cried. A lot.

Karne: Ah, hahahahaha. Nice.

[apocalypticCritic]

Karne, I'm afraid I missed the reference.

[Domoz]

Just got done reading it all, everything is so great T_T

Brb, going to get some new self esteem, I'm out right now.

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Excuse me while I COMPLAIN ABOUT STUFF.

Hah, no not really. I'm just stuck with who to do next.
Come onnnn. A name, or a blood color

Come onnnnnnnn.

[Cathartes]

Karne, I'm afraid I missed the reference.

It's a reference to Fable II. If you wait too long to shoot the final boss (it's more of a story event than anything), one of the NPC heroes does it for you, because he's a jerk. I laughed so hard when I saw him do that.

[Kassiopeia]

@Ember: thanks so much (and ffff you're right about the perspective switch, how did that even happen. The first part was meant to be all Kanaya and the second part all Vriska, bluh. I'll probably have an edit before I stick it on AO3.)
@Rimbaum, Seraph, Caprisaurus: Thanks guys! It means a lot.
@Doodled: well, I would apologise, but in all honesty I feed on the tears of mortals.

[Graven_Image]

Indystuck

Chapter 5

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OPEN PESTERLOG

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brainChomper began pestering newGuy

BC: well hey there kid-
BC: we meet again-
NG: oh GOD not you again
NG: look imma go SAVE THE PLANET brb kbai
BC: can't let you do that kid-
BC: you know how long i've been trying to stop this very thing from happening-
NG: oh man i wouldnt know since
NG: THIS ONLY STARTED HAPPENING NOW
BC: i've been hip-hopping around-
BC: trying to find out where and how you guys screw this up royal-
BC: and wow do you screw it up royal-
BC: but i suppose you're just doomed by virtue of being doomed idiotic doomed people-
NG: yah uhuh LISTEN
NG: i am the BEST THERE IS
NG: i am THE GUY
NG: and hi-lighting this crappy yellow stuff REALLY rankles me
NG: so kindly BUG OFF and let me BE AWESOME
BC: you know what-
BC: fine-
BC: when you do die it'll just be more delicious brain matter for me-
NG: okay ew
NG: what IS it with you and brains
BC: oh look at that-
BC: my time's up-
BC: so long, future dinner-

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NG: hey tim
NG: they got me again
NA: Hark, a troll!
NA: They're everywhere, don't bother.
NA: I've learned to ignore them.
NG: yeah YOU can ignore them because you have that weird voodoo juju
NG: where you know EVERYTHING they're about to say and can tear them apart
NG: how do you DO that by the way
NA: I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
NG: haha yeah right
NG: by the time YOU got in killing range id have you down to a paste
NG: who still USES boots anyway those went out of style when the big m bought it
NA: Oh, I suppose I'm a sucker for tradition.
NA: Plus, it's a surprisingly satisfying way of going about things
NG: yeah i can imagine
NG: oh hey a bug STOMP
NG: oh hey a monster STOMP
NG: and so on
NA: Indeed.
NA: Oh, also!
NA: Steve said he's prepared thoroughly enough.
NA: He's ready to project you into the game.
NG: alRIGHT
NG: doin WORK uh huh
NG: send your best two men in first i like the logic there
NA: I suppose.
NA: After you get in, we'll need you to get Quote in.
NA: Quote will then send me in, and I will send McUrist in...
NA: And by then, we hope to have finished the chain.
NG: wait wait a dwarf
NG: no what dwarves are evil
NG: they smel weird and they get their booze everywhere
NA: This one has a crossbow.
NG: then again what do i know about dwarves
NG: lets DO THIS THING

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RM: uhh tim
RM: i think we may be in a little deeper than we thought
NA: Oh, really?
NA: How so?
RM: well according to the ghost of my not-dead girlfriend
RM: everyone is about to die
NA: Never fear, Meat Boy.
NA: I have planned for this
RM: wait you mean
RM: you reversed through this whole thing that's about to happen
NA: ...To ensure that as little damage as possible is done to our respective homes as possible.
NA: Correct.
RM: so wait
RM: why didn't you tell Steve not to sell the game in the first place
RM: no damage at all seems like the most desirable outcome
NA: The answer to that, I'm afraid, will have to wait.
NA: I have other matters to attend to at the moment.
RM: what no
RM: i got more than enough cryptic BS from saw girl
RM: Tim

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[apocalypticCritic]

Graven, this is the most amazing fic. Most amazing.

Are the Trolls gonna end up being bad guys from various indy games? It certainly seems that way.

[DJ-P0N3]

Oooh, I am really liking this.
It makes me want to buy Braid.
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Graven, you wouldn't happen to be trying to implant commericalistic mind control into this, would you?

[KarneWarrior]

What is it about Sburb that just attracts cryptic people like flies to a mountain of honey?

@AC: Fable II. At the end Reaver (hero of skill. Basically means he's able to pop anyone from anywhere.) Shoots the big bad, who then falls to his death. You're able to do that, but Reaver will cut him off if you don't.

Also Reaver shoots Barnum because he is the BIGGEST ASSHOLE EVER.

R.I.P Barnum. :'(

[frolic]

*huff puff* oh god i just sprinted through like fifty pages of fanfiction. I love all of you guys. 8D Especially all the striderfic and Hero up thar. I love Regina Spektor.
Only I haven't written anything good recently. DX except for some poetry. Have a poem

Capacity

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If I could I would take the weight
Of the world from you,
Sling it across my back,
And walk forever with it
To please you.
I would fix this and we
Would be safe.
There is no price I might pay
Or dream I might loose
That would deter me from this:
There is no more serious dream and
I used to sleep to live it.
No burden too heavy.
No pedestal too high.
No fall too far.
No task too great.
If I could, had I the strength...
If I could, had I the confidence...
If I could, had you the belief...
In what capacity wouldn't I agree
To be your hero?

[Katrika]

Doodled: A promising start! Can't wait for more!

[DJ-P0N3]

Okay, guess I might as well TRY to explain this one
Its like Toy Story, except with trolls
this is less than 5 minutes of the movie
Dear god this is going to take forever .


Troll Story
part 1(?)

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The sun shines through the window of Andrew’s home; it illuminates the room and reveals a small city made of cardboard boxes. The boxes are crudely drawn upon with crayon and marker. The light shows most upon a box with the word ‘SALOON’ written in manuscript above a rather sketchy door. The other cardboard boxes have words and designs upon them; one reads a misspelled variation of the word ‘SCHOOL’. A large wanted poster takes up the entirety of a lone box, upon it is a picture of an egg headed boy with glasses and a ghost upon his shirt.

The wanted poster reads;
WANTED
$413 BOONZILLION
REWARD

As if from nowhere the egg headed fiend drops down from the sky, wielding a hammer. He shouts, “alright everyone, this is a stick up! Now don’t anybody move!” He waves his hammer around furiously to show he means business. He nears his hostages, their arms raised to the sky, ”now empty that safe!”

A blonde headed girl drops down and shakes about violently. From the Squiddle design on her shirt boondollars plop out onto the floor of the room. She shakes her head in disgust; all this was making her fairly nauseas.

The egg head gets to his knees, lowering his guard for only a moment to kiss the sweet, sweet boondollars as he chuckles, “ooohooohoo! money money money!”

The sea Sheppard cannot stand such a sad sight, her boondollars were being pilfered right from under her gills. She faintly demanded, “O)( stop it! Stop it you m-Ean old -Egg)(ead!”

The bandit raises his hammer to the Sheppard, “quiet bo fef! He exclaims, “or your lusii get culled!”

The Sheppard looks in terror as she sees her lovely seahorse lusii tied up and laid helplessly on the floor, they cry out, “Help us! Neigh!”

The Sheppard lays a hand across her forehead, she can feel herself getting light headed. ”O)( no, not my lusii! Som-Ebody do som-Et)(ing!”

Over the horizon, standing tall on the comforter laying upon the bed he stands. He jumps down and lands firmly, planting his two feet to the ground. He is looking down to the ground at first, but as he raises his head he speaks, ”uHHHH, rEACH FOR THE SKY,”

The egg head gazes at his oddly dressed apprehender in shock, ”oh noooo! its rufio!”

Rufio puffs his chest out strongly and states loud and clear, ”uH, iM HERE TO STOP YOU BUCKTOOTHED BART,”

Dentures pup out of the mouth of the egg headed fiend and he nearly falls forward, he curses under his breath as he falls to one knee, ”d’oh. how did you know it was me?!”

Rufio grins proudly and inquires, ”aRE YOU GOING TO COME QUIETLY,”

”you can’t touch me rufio! I came prepared with my lioness, with a built in forcefield!”

”wELL, uHHHH, i BROUGHT MY DRAGON, wHO EATS FORCEFIELD LIONESSES,”

The Dragon closed in on the lioness, the dragon opened its might jaw and clamped down on the lioness. Tearing the flesh from the bone, or at least would be if this was real. Instead the Dragon simply stomped on the ground and muttered under her breath. The lioness yelped out in terror and slinked away.

Bucktoothed Bart’s plan was foiled, he was raised high into the air and placed into a crib with a paper taped to it that read ‘JAIL’ as Rufio spoke aloud, ”yOURE GOING TO JAIL BART,” he thought for a moment and got back to his gloating, ”sAY GOODBYE TO THE WIFE AND YOLKS,”

A ghastly apparition shows itself behind Bucktoothed Bart, a laugh begins slowly and begins to grow louder as it nears him. Soon Bart is raised into the air as a flurry of laughs shiver him to the bone. Lil Cal begins to bang his head against the crib as his laughter continues. “HOO HOO HEE HEE” Bart’s glasses jettison off his face and onto the floor.

Andrew Hussie picks up Rufio and holds him up, pulling a string on his back as he says, “You saved the day again Tavros!” The string, actually a ripcord, slides back into its notch on Tavros’ back as a mildly scratchy voice speaks.

”uHHH, YOURE MY FAVORITE FLARPER.”

Andrew turns some of the cardboard boxes around to reveal some drawings of the host plushies from Fiduspawn. He throws an Oognibomb at one and laughs aloud as he proclaims, “Got’cha!” Andrew then moves to kick aside another box and places Rufio upon a Rocketchair of sorts. Andrew picks up the controller and grins widely, he messes with the dials and flies Rufio into a drawing of his hive on a cardboard box. He then picks up Rufio yet again and slaps his hand for a tiny high five, “Fly Pupa, fly.”

Rufio flies past a desert as he is held in Andrew’s hand, carried past the painting. Andrew places him on a railing next to the stairs, ”Come on pupa!” running down the stairs as Rufio slides down the rail in a swift and smooth fashion. Rufio hits the end of the railing and flies up into the air for a moment before being caught by Andrew and brought into a sweet embrace.

Andrew then runs over to a comfortable chair and places Rufio in it, he spins the chair for a moment then hops in it with Rufio. As they spin about in the chair Rufio can feel himself growing slightly dizzy as Andrew laughs happily. As the chair slows its spin Andrew takes Rufio and places him in front of the fold out footrest and pulls the lever back, sending Rufio flying once again. He lands comfortably onto the arm of the couch. Andrew raises his hands into the air and shouts, “Score!!”

Rufio slumps over in disbelief how incredibly silly that was. Andrew heads over to Ms. Paint and looks at the decorations around his manor. “Wow, cool!”

She smiles back at him, “What do you think?”

“Aww this looks great Ms. Paint!”

She giggles contently, “Hehe, okay birthday boy.”

“You got me everything I asked you for,” He hops up and down joyfully, Oh my gosh this is cool!”

“Yeah I think this is gonna be enough.”

“Can we leave this up till we move?”

Ms. Paint thinks for a moment before responding, “Sure we can leave it up! Now go get Lil Cal, your friends are going to be here any minute now.”

“Okay.” Andrew walks over to Rufio and picks him up, smiling before cheerily humming, “Its party time Tavros!” Andrew runs up the stairs and giggles to himself, “Fly Pupa, fly!”

As he enters his room Lil Cal is still laughing his hat off, his blank stare would chill the soul of a lesser being. He is still banging Bucktoothed Bart on the side of the crib. Andrew walks over to Cal and tips the hat of Rufio before saying, ”uHH, hOWDY THERE CAL,”. Lil Cal laughs idiotically and tosses Bart into the air soon the egg head lands onto the ground rather hard.

Andrew pulls the ripcord on Rufio’s back again and sets him on his bed, the voice roughly states, ”uHH, tIME TO START SOME SICK FIRES, bRO,”. Then slumping down onto the bed.

Andrew returns to Lil Cal and lowers the cribs bars, he picks up Cal and carries him downstairs, hoping he silences his disturbing laughter soon. He bids a fond farewell to Rufio, “See you later, Tavros!”

The room is silent for a moment, absolutely quiet. Rufio looks around for a moment before sitting up and fixing the hat upon his head. A worried look appears upon his face as he states in a shocked manner, ”pULL MY STRING, tHE BIRTHDAY PARTY IS TODAY,”. He thinks for a moment before waving his hands in the air and informing the others, ”oKAY, uHHHH, tHE COST IS CLEAR,”.

The rocketchair nudges its way slowly out of the closet, Sollux hops down off the bottom of the shelf and waddles forward. A Salamander pops out of the Treasure chest with a soft wheeze. Bucktoothed Bart, truly John Egbert, Sits up and begins to piece himself back together slowly, muttering in a disgruntled manner, ”that has got to be the creepiest thing ever. i have no idea why Andrew keeps it around.”.

The rocketchair hovers out of the closet and begins to zoom around in circles for no apparent reason. It flies by Johnny 5 and Falcor, whipping past a set of harlequins hopping into a clown car. Rose Lalonde inserts the boondollars back into her chest hole and caps it for safety. She notices Egbert approach her with his back turned, he is giggling like an idiot. He turns to her with a misformed face, everything misplaced. ”hey rose look, i’m Picasso!” .

She shakes her head and utters,”I don’t find that the least bit funny John. Try harder next time.”. She walks away from him with a displeased look on her face.

He scowls and sighs, ”you have no funnybone rose!”, he walks past another toy, ”what are you looking at you buckethead?”

The bucket looks to each side and shrugs, it really doesn’t get what it did wrong.

[Graven_Image]

Oooh, I am really liking this.
It makes me want to buy Braid.
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Graven, you wouldn't happen to be trying to implant commericalistic mind control into this, would you?

What? No. That's ridiculous.

play it play it now it's fun it's awesome PLAY BRAID NOW

[DragonNinjaAri]

MayorSillyBiscuits, if you do not continue that parody then I will hunt you down and tie you up and force you to. In a good way.

[Nox]

First fic on the sight, let me know what you think.


Bulletproof

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Her name was Vriska, and despite what you may have believed she is anything but unshakable. Case in point, she was currently curled into a ball and sobbing. The weight of everything was so hard to stand.

The young troll knew the other 11 trolls would never like or trust her again, even troll standards could not excuse her sins. Karkat had actually made contingency plans to have her killed if she crossed the line again to the point where she was too much of a liability.

It didn’t stop their either. Nepeta was scared of her, so was Gamzee. Aradia still held her actions against her, no matter how ‘0k’ with it she said she was. Tavros fluctuated between dislike and fear, and that hurt more then she wanted to admit. The list went on and on through every troll left in existence. Kanaya, the nicest among them would not even try and patch things up with the girl. That last one hurt most of all.

What really hurt is everything was deserved. She told herself excuse after excuse, but in the end she still was at fault. Her Lusus may have eaten a lot of trolls, but she still ended up doing it with glee by the end. She may have hurt a number of her fellow troll friends only as payback, but it was her that refused again and again to let it go and stop the payback cycle.

And now with regret of her past well in place, her thoughts turn to her future. John would hate her soon enough when he learned of what she had done. Even the things done for his own good would be weighed against her. The other humans would hate her too naturaly. Jade would resent being put to sleep. It was only twenty times or so! You did it so often anyway it didn’t seem to matter.

And then there was the fight. She was going to confront the demon. In all honesty, she was likely going to die. It was just as well, a noble death in battle was the only way she would make her life mean anything good now. It was the only way anyone would bother crying for her when she was gone.

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The girl named Vriska Serket, who was still just a child inside despite the horrible things she had done and had done to her, was away from the group for only 40 minutes. This was not the first time she broke down like that, nor would it be the last. It was in fact, a disturbingly common practice for her. Something she had picked up very young when she took a more active role in feeding her Lusus. She never seemed to care or mourn the horrible things she did, because the caring and mourning happened in private.

People say she had no kindness and no weakness, but she just shows it to no one. When it is all out of her system, and the signs of her pain are cleaned from her face, Vriska steps through her transporter to rejoin the others.

The moment of inner weakness has passed, as it always does. When they lay eyes on her she is as always in front of them.

Bulletproof

[Twigwise]

Okay, guess I might as well TRY to explain this one
Its like Toy Story, except with trolls
this is less than 5 minutes of the movie
Dear god this is going to take forever .


Troll Story
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The sun shines through the window of Andrew’s home; it illuminates the room and reveals a small city made of cardboard boxes. The boxes are crudely drawn upon with crayon and marker. The light shows most upon a box with the word ‘SALOON’ written in manuscript above a rather sketchy door. The other cardboard boxes have words and designs upon them; one reads a misspelled variation of the word ‘SCHOOL’. A large wanted poster takes up the entirety of a lone box, upon it is a picture of an egg headed boy with glasses and a ghost upon his shirt.

The wanted poster reads;
WANTED
$413 BOONZILLION
REWARD

As if from nowhere the egg headed fiend drops down from the sky, wielding a hammer. He shouts, “alright everyone, this is a stick up! Now don’t anybody move!” He waves his hammer around furiously to show he means business. He nears his hostages, their arms raised to the sky, ”now empty that safe!”

A blonde headed girl drops down and shakes about violently. From the Squiddle design on her shirt boondollars plop out onto the floor of the room. She shakes her head in disgust; all this was making her fairly nauseas.

The egg head gets to his knees, lowering his guard for only a moment to kiss the sweet, sweet boondollars as he chuckles, “ooohooohoo! money money money!”

The sea Sheppard cannot stand such a sad sight, her boondollars were being pilfered right from under her gills. She faintly demanded, “O)( stop it! Stop it you m-Ean old -Egg)(ead!”

The bandit raises his hammer to the Sheppard, “quiet bo fef! He exclaims, “or your lusii get culled!”

The Sheppard looks in terror as she sees her lovely seahorse lusii tied up and laid helplessly on the floor, they cry out, “Help us! Neigh!”

The Sheppard lays a hand across her forehead, she can feel herself getting light headed. ”O)( no, not my lusii! Som-Ebody do som-Et)(ing!”

Over the horizon, standing tall on the comforter laying upon the bed he stands. He jumps down and lands firmly, planting his two feet to the ground. He is looking down to the ground at first, but as he raises his head he speaks, ”uHHHH, rEACH FOR THE SKY,”

The egg head gazes at his oddly dressed apprehender in shock, ”oh noooo! its rufio!”

Rufio puffs his chest out strongly and states loud and clear, ”uH, iM HERE TO STOP YOU BUCKTOOTHED BART,”

Dentures pup out of the mouth of the egg headed fiend and he nearly falls forward, he curses under his breath as he falls to one knee, ”d’oh. how did you know it was me?!”

Rufio grins proudly and inquires, ”aRE YOU GOING TO COME QUIETLY,”

”you can’t touch me rufio! I came prepared with my lioness, with a built in forcefield!”

”wELL, uHHHH, i BROUGHT MY DRAGON, wHO EATS FORCEFIELD LIONESSES,”

The Dragon closed in on the lioness, the dragon opened its might jaw and clamped down on the lioness. Tearing the flesh from the bone, or at least would be if this was real. Instead the Dragon simply stomped on the ground and muttered under her breath. The lioness yelped out in terror and slinked away.

Bucktoothed Bart’s plan was foiled, he was raised high into the air and placed into a crib with a paper taped to it that read ‘JAIL’ as Rufio spoke aloud, ”yOURE GOING TO JAIL BART,” he thought for a moment and got back to his gloating, ”sAY GOODBYE TO THE WIFE AND YOLKS,”

A ghastly apparition shows itself behind Bucktoothed Bart, a laugh begins slowly and begins to grow louder as it nears him. Soon Bart is raised into the air as a flurry of laughs shiver him to the bone. Lil Cal begins to bang his head against the crib as his laughter continues. “HOO HOO HEE HEE” Bart’s glasses jettison off his face and onto the floor.

Andrew Hussie picks up Rufio and holds him up, pulling a string on his back as he says, “You saved the day again Tavros!” The string, actually a ripcord, slides back into its notch on Tavros’ back as a mildly scratchy voice speaks.

”uHHH, YOURE MY FAVORITE FLARPER.”

Andrew turns some of the cardboard boxes around to reveal some drawings of the host plushies from Fiduspawn. He throws an Oognibomb at one and laughs aloud as he proclaims, “Got’cha!” Andrew then moves to kick aside another box and places Rufio upon a Rocketchair of sorts. Andrew picks up the controller and grins widely, he messes with the dials and flies Rufio into a drawing of his hive on a cardboard box. He then picks up Rufio yet again and slaps his hand for a tiny high five, “Fly Pupa, fly.”

Rufio flies past a desert as he is held in Andrew’s hand, carried past the painting. Andrew places him on a railing next to the stairs, ”Come on pupa!” running down the stairs as Rufio slides down the rail in a swift and smooth fashion. Rufio hits the end of the railing and flies up into the air for a moment before being caught by Andrew and brought into a sweet embrace.

Andrew then runs over to a comfortable chair and places Rufio in it, he spins the chair for a moment then hops in it with Rufio. As they spin about in the chair Rufio can feel himself growing slightly dizzy as Andrew laughs happily. As the chair slows its spin Andrew takes Rufio and places him in front of the fold out footrest and pulls the lever back, sending Rufio flying once again. He lands comfortably onto the arm of the couch. Andrew raises his hands into the air and shouts, “Score!!”

Rufio slumps over in disbelief how incredibly silly that was. Andrew heads over to Ms. Paint and looks at the decorations around his manor. “Wow, cool!”

She smiles back at him, “What do you think?”

“Aww this looks great Ms. Paint!”

She giggles contently, “Hehe, okay birthday boy.”

“You got me everything I asked you for,” He hops up and down joyfully, Oh my gosh this is cool!”

“Yeah I think this is gonna be enough.”

“Can we leave this up till we move?”

Ms. Paint thinks for a moment before responding, “Sure we can leave it up! Now go get Lil Cal, your friends are going to be here any minute now.”

“Okay.” Andrew walks over to Rufio and picks him up, smiling before cheerily humming, “Its party time Tavros!” Andrew runs up the stairs and giggles to himself, “Fly Pupa, fly!”

As he enters his room Lil Cal is still laughing his hat off, his blank stare would chill the soul of a lesser being. He is still banging Bucktoothed Bart on the side of the crib. Andrew walks over to Cal and tips the hat of Rufio before saying, ”uHH, hOWDY THERE CAL,”. Lil Cal laughs idiotically and tosses Bart into the air soon the egg head lands onto the ground rather hard.

Andrew pulls the ripcord on Rufio’s back again and sets him on his bed, the voice roughly states, ”uHH, tIME TO START SOME SICK FIRES, bRO,”. Then slumping down onto the bed.

Andrew returns to Lil Cal and lowers the cribs bars, he picks up Cal and carries him downstairs, hoping he silences his disturbing laughter soon. He bids a fond farewell to Rufio, “See you later, Tavros!”

The room is silent for a moment, absolutely quiet. Rufio looks around for a moment before sitting up and fixing the hat upon his head. A worried look appears upon his face as he states in a shocked manner, ”pULL MY STRING, tHE BIRTHDAY PARTY IS TODAY,”. He thinks for a moment before waving his hands in the air and informing the others, ”oKAY, uHHHH, tHE COST IS CLEAR,”.

The rocketchair nudges its way slowly out of the closet, Sollux hops down off the bottom of the shelf and waddles forward. A Salamander pops out of the Treasure chest with a soft wheeze. Bucktoothed Bart, truly John Egbert, Sits up and begins to piece himself back together slowly, muttering in a disgruntled manner, ”that has got to be the creepiest thing ever. i have no idea why Andrew keeps it around.”.

The rocketchair hovers out of the closet and begins to zoom around in circles for no apparent reason. It flies by Johnny 5 and Falcor, whipping past a set of harlequins hopping into a clown car. Rose Lalonde inserts the boondollars back into her chest hole and caps it for safety. She notices Egbert approach her with his back turned, he is giggling like an idiot. He turns to her with a misformed face, everything misplaced. ”hey rose look, i’m Picasso!” .

She shakes her head and utters,”I don’t find that the least bit funny John. Try harder next time.”. She walks away from him with a displeased look on her face.

He scowls and sighs, ”you have no funnybone rose!”, he walks past another toy, ”what are you looking at you buckethead?”

The bucket looks to each side and shrugs, it really doesn’t get what it did wrong.

Oh gog favorite everything plus favorite movie my mind is melting from happy.

Just one thing? Due to Pig and 'Tato Head's respective personalities, I would almost opt to make them Terezi and Karkat, respectively. But that's just my inner four-year-old talking.

[DJ-P0N3]

@DragonNinjaAri
I will get to it again later, maybe after dinner.

@twinTempo
Casting this was tricky on a lot of ends.
I like who plays who, so all you can really do is wait.
I am sure you will like who plays who.

[Bratmon]

First fic on the sight, let me know what you think.


Bulletproof

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Her name was Vriska, and despite what you may have believed she is anything but unshakable. Case in point, she was currently curled into a ball and sobbing. The weight of everything was so hard to stand.

The young troll knew the other 11 trolls would never like or trust her again, even troll standards could not excuse her sins. Karkat had actually made contingency plans to have her killed if she crossed the line again to the point where she was too much of a liability.

It didn’t stop their either. Nepeta was scared of her, so was Gamzee. Aradia still held her actions against her, no matter how ‘0k’ with it she said she was. Tavros fluctuated between dislike and fear, and that hurt more then she wanted to admit. The list went on and on through every troll left in existence. Kanaya, the nicest among them would not even try and patch things up with the girl. That last one hurt most of all.

What really hurt is everything was deserved. She told herself excuse after excuse, but in the end she still was at fault. Her Lusus may have eaten a lot of trolls, but she still ended up doing it with glee by the end. She may have hurt a number of her fellow troll friends only as payback, but it was her that refused again and again to let it go and stop the payback cycle.

And now with regret of her past well in place, her thoughts turn to her future. John would hate her soon enough when he learned of what she had done. Even the things done for his own good would be weighed against her. The other humans would hate her too naturaly. Jade would resent being put to sleep. It was only twenty times or so! You did it so often anyway it didn’t seem to matter.

And then there was the fight. She was going to confront the demon. In all honesty, she was likely going to die. It was just as well, a noble death in battle was the only way she would make her life mean anything good now. It was the only way anyone would bother crying for her when she was gone.

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The girl named Vriska Serket, who was still just a child inside despite the horrible things she had done and had done to her, was away from the group for only 40 minutes. This was not the first time she broke down like that, nor would it be the last. It was in fact, a disturbingly common practice for her. Something she had picked up very young when she took a more active role in feeding her Lusus. She never seemed to care or mourn the horrible things she did, because the caring and mourning happened in private.

People say she had no kindness and no weakness, but she just shows it to no one. When it is all out of her system, and the signs of her pain are cleaned from her face, Vriska steps through her transporter to rejoin the others.

The moment of inner weakness has passed, as it always does. When they lay eyes on her she is as always in front of them.

Bulletproof

I like that story. It's rare that we get something sympathetic to Vriska.