MSPA Fanfiction IV

[Katrika]

Properly attributed.

[Domoz]

Derp derp
This is stupid.
I mean
Writing in Chemistry class? @_@

A TITLE FOR A FIC??

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In a place that is very white there is a table. At that table sits three trolls and a tall skeleton.

Two of the trolls are enjoying tea. The third is playing a card game with death.

“You Know” says one, “I Honestly Thought I Would Have Been Much More Upset With My Own Death Than I Am Now”

Says another, “I t)(ink it's t)(e tea”

The third, completely unrelated, says “uHH,,, gO FISH”

It goes on like this for a while. The two girls finishing up their tea, and the skeleton pulling out a new board game.
He's happy these guests like to play games with him, most everyone else tries to leave.


Now while playing a rousing game of Monopoly, the skeleton suddenly bursts into song. He sings
“Eri was a scientist
But Eri is no more
For what he though was H two Oh
Was H two S oh four”

Simultaneous with this, Death's door creaks open and in slips another troll. Gaudily dressed, he doesn't approach them; he just stands there nervously spinning one of the rings on his fingers.

No one there is really surprised to see him. They're all more surprised about how they're not angry at him, at all.

From her lofty perch on a chair, one of the tea drinkers giggles and says,”W)(o did you in?”

And he looks down at his feet and says, “gamz”

Death simply smiles and whispers, “H two S”

[lantadyme]

Ah, it takes forever for me to get caught up over here. So much good stuff guys.

Sionnan: It's awesome to see some Gamzee that isn't just Juggalo clowns. Very nice stuff.
twinTempo: I'd never really thought of him as using the slime to medicate psychopathy. I like it.
Embargo: I keep reading your stuff and it keeps being excellent. Thanks for making me like Equius, man.

@Decker: Thank you! I still plan on giving you some crit when I get the time. Anything specific you want me to focus on?
@Metaflare: Haha, thanks. Sadly I am already internet-taken. XD

[Twigwise]

Derp derp
This is stupid.
I mean
Writing in Chemistry class? @_@

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In a place that is very white there is a table. At that table sits three trolls and a tall skeleton.

Two of the trolls are enjoying tea. The third is playing a card game with death.

“You Know” says one, “I Honestly Thought I Would Have Been Much More Upset With My Own Death Than I Am Now”

Says another, “I t)(ink it's t)(e tea”

The third, completely unrelated, says “uHH,,, gO FISH”

It goes on like this for a while. The two girls finishing up their tea, and the skeleton pulling out a new board game.
He's happy these guests like to play games with him, most everyone else tries to leave.


Now while playing a rousing game of Monopoly, the skeleton suddenly bursts into song. He sings
“Eri was a scientist
But Eri is no more
For what he though was H two Oh
Was H two S oh four”

Simultaneous with this, Death's door creaks open and in slips another troll. Gaudily dressed, he doesn't approach them; he just stands there nervously spinning one of the rings on his fingers.

No one there is really surprised to see him. They're all more surprised about how they're not angry at him, at all.

From her lofty perch on a chair, one of the tea drinkers giggles and says,”W)(o did you in?”

And he looks down at his feet and says, “gamz”

Death simply smiles and whispers, “H two S”

h2so4... I had to look it up, but, Sulfuric Acid? '~' Gamzee poisoned him..?

@lantadyme- Thanks~

[sarasvati]

lantadyme, that is a really adorable fic. also probably the first solid feferi character study??? i don't know i don't usually read trollfic but either way i enjoyed it.

everyone can blame zuki on this one. how about some gamzee fic that has no profanity or logical progression?!

al-dhābiḥ
and he remembers where the stars should go.

this is the last time i am writing trolls i swear to god

[Solaris]

lantadyme, that is a really adorable fic. also probably the first solid feferi character study??? i don't know i don't usually read trollfic but either way i enjoyed it.

everyone can blame zuki on this one. how about some gamzee fic that has no profanity or logical progression?!

al-dhābiḥ
and he remembers where the stars should go.

this is the last time i am writing trolls i swear to god

Thank you Zuki~
(Chilling sarasvati)

[Domoz]

I saw it more of as... Eridan didn't think Gamzee was dangerous but he ended up killing 'm?
I guess there's probably not a deeper meaning :V

[ceruleanTresses]

everyone can blame zuki on this one. how about some gamzee fic that has no profanity or logical progression?!
al-dhābiḥ
and he remembers where the stars should go.

Aaah, that was so awesomely depressing. I loved it! Mentally broken Gamzee is the best Gamzee.

Also, I'm just gonna leave that last fic of mine out of my sig and pretend it never happened. B&B was fun while it lasted, but I should have known better than to try to stretch it any farther.

[lantadyme]

sarasvati: It went from a character study to me just having fun making sense of the crazy troll biology. Then somehow Eridan was adorable and I couldn't hate him anymore.

And no! Don't stop writing the trolls! 18 is by far my favorite part of this one. It wraps everything about him up in one pretty packet.

[Decker]

@Decker: Thank you! I still plan on giving you some crit when I get the time. Anything specific you want me to focus on?

Crit is always appreciated, and no, not specifically. Thank you though.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Sorry I never got around to leaving any feedback about B&B, ceruleanTresses. I just don't know enough about Twilight to keep going with it.

[ArmsAreLoud]

In a time period when a Gamzee fic would be most appropriate, I decided to write a mock epic about a literal ass famine instead. Yeah. ArmsAreLoud presents...

Frederick the Great

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Twenty years. Twenty long years our people had to toil through this suffering. If there is a god, he must be mightily cruel to have made my people literally the butt of such a horrid joke.

We were without hope for a long time. Not much news could penetrate the desert into our homes, so we toiled and wallowed in our woes feeling certain that even if there was a way to quell the misery we would never hear of it.

But then, as if the Speaker of the Vast Joke had become tired of telling the same one over and over again, a miracle occured. A merchant who had become lost in the wasteland stumbled into our village, begging for water. When he regained his composure he told us a strange story: a story of a young man, a boy really, who had discovered the secret to mass creation of that resource which was so very vital to our survival. He had developed such an amazing surplus that he had gotten to the point where he was practically handing it out.

Spirits rose, then fell again when the merchant informed my fellow villagers of the location of this miracle worker. He lived in a bustling metropolis hundreds of miles from our small village; the path there was deadly and filled with the most vile of creatures set on the consumption of anyone foolish enough to set foot in their territory.

For weeks my people fretted over the issue. Who could go? Who would go? Would it even be worth it to send someone on such a suicide mission? No one knew what to do, and no action was taken.

Finally, one man offered to risk his life for the betterment of his comrades. His name was Frederick; he was well known for his incredible strength, as well as his extravagant red mane and matching beard.

Little is known about his journey to the city. They say that he was molested by brigands, nearly avoided the fangs of a giant serpent, and cleverly escaped the manipulations of a massive spider. They even say he wrestled a bear once. What is known is that he reached the city, beaten and scarred. He crawled to the home of the miracle man he sought after as he could no longer walk due to having to chew off his legs to escape a trap set by a pack of cayotes. What he found was a child wearing a pair of silly shades and a vacant expression.

Still, he had faith. This boy had to save them. It was their only hope.

"My lord... I come from a small town in the desert. We have been starving, and have heard you have the means to provide. We will pay any sum if you can help us."

The child looked onto Frederick for a moment. Slowly his blank face turned to a smirk.

"well we better get started on this shit right"

Frederick beamed. His mission fulfilled, his mind finally allowed him to die of blood loss as he should have three days prior. When news of both his success and his departure reached his village, he was regarded as a hero. A monument was erected in his honor.

I personally oversaw the design of this piece. It is my greatest work, as it should be; without the man that is Frederick, our poor village may have never seen a fine ass ever again.

[ceruleanTresses]

Sorry I never got around to leaving any feedback about B&B, ceruleanTresses. I just don't know enough about Twilight to keep going with it.

Well, the Twilight aspect is just a vehicle for mocking Karkat/self-insert Mary Sue characters. But don't worry about it--when I went back to it after a night's sleep, I realized it wasn't actually the least bit funny.

In a time period when a Gamzee fic would be most appropriate, I decided to write a mock epic about a literal ass famine instead. Yeah. ArmsAreLoud presents...

Frederick the Great

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Twenty years. Twenty long years our people had to toil through this suffering. If there is a god, he must be mightily cruel to have made my people literally the butt of such a horrid joke.

We were without hope for a long time. Not much news could penetrate the desert into our homes, so we toiled and wallowed in our woes feeling certain that even if there was a way to quell the misery we would never hear of it.

But then, as if the Speaker of the Vast Joke had become tired of telling the same one over and over again, a miracle occured. A merchant who had become lost in the wasteland stumbled into our village, begging for water. When he regained his composure he told us a strange story: a story of a young man, a boy really, who had discovered the secret to mass creation of that resource which was so very vital to our survival. He had developed such an amazing surplus that he had gotten to the point where he was practically handing it out.

Spirits rose, then fell again when the merchant informed my fellow villagers of the location of this miracle worker. He lived in a bustling metropolis hundreds of miles from our small village; the path there was deadly and filled with the most vile of creatures set on the consumption of anyone foolish enough to set foot in their territory.

For weeks my people fretted over the issue. Who could go? Who would go? Would it even be worth it to send someone on such a suicide mission? No one knew what to do, and no action was taken.

Finally, one man offered to risk his life for the betterment of his comrades. His name was Frederick; he was well known for his incredible strength, as well as his extravagant red mane and matching beard.

Little is known about his journey to the city. They say that he was molested by brigands, nearly avoided the fangs of a giant serpent, and cleverly escaped the manipulations of a massive spider. They even say he wrestled a bear once. What is known is that he reached the city, beaten and scarred. He crawled to the home of the miracle man he sought after as he could no longer walk due to having to chew off his legs to escape a trap set by a pack of cayotes. What he found was a child wearing a pair of silly shades and a vacant expression.

Still, he had faith. This boy had to save them. It was their only hope.

"My lord... I come from a small town in the desert. We have been starving, and have heard you have the means to provide. We will pay any sum if you can help us."

The child looked onto Frederick for a moment. Slowly his blank face turned to a smirk.

"well we better get started on this shit right"

Frederick beamed. His mission fulfilled, his mind finally allowed him to die of blood loss as he should have three days prior. When news of both his success and his departure reached his village, he was regarded as a hero. A monument was erected in his honor.

I personally oversaw the design of this piece. It is my greatest work, as it should be; without the man that is Frederick, our poor village may have never seen a fine ass ever again.

That, on the other hand, was freaking hysterical. *Standing ovation*

[Unlogic]

Hell No with Regrets of a Guardian

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She is gone.
lets see what karkat wants now.
Do you understand my loss.
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-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling gardenGnostic [GG] --

CG: JADE
CG: FUCK
CG: ANSWER ME
GG: password!
CG: JADE, LISTEN
GG: PASSWORD FUCKASS!!!
CG: I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR FUCKING PASSWORDS!
GG: LOOK I GAVE YOU AND KANAYA PASSWORDS SO YOU COULD TALK NICE AND LINEARLY!!!!
CG: SHE'S DEAD, FUCKASS!
GG: I SAID PASSWOooooaht???
CG: SHE"S DEAD, AND TAVROS IS DEAD, AND FEFERI, AND
CG: FUCK, THEY ALL JUST

I sincerely doubt you do.
oh nooooooooooo!!!!!
You will in time, child.

- - -

Miserable creature.
wwoww, the bitch is back already
You will soon take everything from me.
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-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering caligulasAquarium [CA] --

CA: back already ros
CA: you goin to surrender to my WWHITE SCIENCE
TT: You
CA: lost for wwords huh
TT: You dare be flippant with me after what you have done.
CA: wwhat
TT: I will kill you where you stand.
CA: glubbin fuck wwhat are you on about
TT: ...
TT: So you have yet to act your mad schemes.
CA: fuck just glubbin get on with it
TT: Then I will transcribe a conversation to which I was witness.
TT: GG: CG: THE SHIT JUST HIT THE WHIRLING DEVICE HEAD ON.
TT: GG: CG: FIRST THE RAGING FUCKASS TOOL GETS HIS NEW FUCKING SCIENCE WAND AND BLOWS MY BEST FRIEND'S FUCKING EYES OUT.
TT: GG: CG: THEN FEFERI JUST TRIES TO FUCKING PROTECT HIM AND HE BLOWS A FUCKING HOLE IN HER FUCKING CHEST.
TT: GG: CG: THE FUCKING LOVE OF HIS FUCKING FUCKASS LIFE.
TT: GG: CG: AND KANAYA TRIES TO STOP HIM WITH A FUCKING CHAINSAW, AND SHE GETS A MATCHING FUCKING CHEST-HOLE.
TT: GG: CG: VRISKA DECIDED TO STUFF TAVROS ONTO HIS OWN FUCKING LANCE
TT: GG: CG: AND SHIT JUST KEPT GOING.
TT: GG: CG: GAMZEE RAN OUT OF SOPOR AND WENT SHITHIVE MAGGOTS.
TT: GG: CG: NEPETA HAD HER FACE STUFFED IN WITH A FUCKING CLUB.
TT: GG: CG: EQUIUS JUST FUCKING LOOKED AT HER AND FUCKING RIPPED HIS OWN FUCKING HEART OUT.
TT: GG: CG: ERIDAN FOUND JACK NOIR AND JUST GOT VAPORIZED
TT: GG: CG: TEREZI RIPPED VRISKA'S WINGS OFF AND FUCKING STRANGLED HER WITH THEM.
TT: GG: CG: AND TEREZI
TT: GG: CG: OH GOD
TT: GG: CG: I NEED TO FUCKING GO NOW
CA: ...
TT: ...
TT: Is that all you have to say?
TT: Well?

The Master is coming soon.
...fef
I have a special ending for you.

- - -

She is gone.
You had just pushed away what was possibly the last living friend you could possibly had contact with.
She never forgave me.
WHY THE FUCK DID I JUST DO THAT? THAT WAS STUPID.
She would not mourn my passing.
But you couldn't talk about what had happened to her. You're still in denial, aren't you? Refusing to believe what had happened to her OH GOD TEREZI NOT YOU TOO didn't know you still felt that way NONONONONONONO she's gone forever THEY'RE ALL FUCKING GONE there's nothing you can do anymore.
And yet I am filled with a sadness as I have never known.
No use raging. The past is gone. You're calm now.
It is done. Nothing can change it now.
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What.
WHAT THE FUCK
No.
You feel a tingle, deep in your chest, and you feel somethingchange.
Impossible.

- - -

I am torn.
This isn't what you want.
To leave this anomaly is to invite His wrath.
wwhat of course this is wwhat you fuckin wwant
It simply must go.
They never respected you before, and now suddenly you have more power than any of them have ever touched in their lives.
I was created to serve him.
fuckin landwwellers ill show them to respect their betters
But I have found happiness beyond the Master.
No respect ill show them all
I have found a guardianship of a much more mundane kind.
But she wouldn't like that, now would she.
I believed that was to be taken from me.
SHE NEVER LOVED ME
SHE DESERVES WWHATS COMIN TO HER
Choosing that filthy yellowblood peasant over him hate him hate him hate him why couldn't she love him wwhats he got that i havent got probably kissing him right now KILL KILL KILL HIM she wouldn't want him killing any of them alwways on my case wwhats wwrong wwith a little genocide was always looking at him with those huge glubbing eyes why dont you lovve me she'd abandoned him they'd all abandoned him you take my hope awway ill take EVVERYONES HOPE AWWAY they were still his friends no no noone lovves me im all alone kar still gave him advice fuckin useless advice nevver did me any good never following his advice NO ITS NOT MY FAULT nobody evver lovves me kan made this wand SCIENCE WWAND she cares nobody fuckin lovves me fef does still care LEAVVE ME ALONE noone lovves me he kills her for it this is THEIR FAULT ill make ALL OF THEM PAY never see her smile again i am not fuckin cryin over this purple blood across the floor no no not her all his fault their fault its THEIR FUCKIN FAULT kan helped him no no no jade blood mixes with purple NO traitor THEIR FAULT but it'll be alright yeah its easy YEAH almost like it already happened.
If I but allow this one interference.
Just hold out the wand, and she's out of your life forever.
I will have my Kanaya back.
HELL NO
I would brave the wrath of the Master himself.
*SNAP*
But to see her live.

- - -

...
You can't talk to Jade. She changed something. She must have. The alternative is literally unthinkable.
...
PAST ME IS NEVER GONNA KNOW JUST HOW GOOD HE FUCKING HAS IT. LUCKY BASTARD.
She is gone.
That coolkid told you enough about time travel to know a doomed timeline when you're in one.
...
I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS
...
You turn to face the clown.
The Master comes.
HOOOOOOOOOOONK
Are you quite prepared, child?

- - -

Kanaya.
hey there kan
You are alive.
Hello Eridan
Why Have You Broken The Wand I Made For You
You are well.
it wwasnt fuckin wworth that price yknoww
Talk to me.
What
Talk to me.
hey kan
future kar strongly suggests you go check in wwith vvris
like right now
Please.
Is That So
And What Did This Future Incarnation Of Our Glorious Leader Strongly Suggest You Do
Please forgive me.
ivve got a date wwith a clowwn
Kanaya. Daughter.

- - -

An averted future
And yet you cannot help but think you are forgetting something very important.
Is not an averted punishment.
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TT: ...
TT: Is that all you have to say?
TT: Well?
TT: ...
TT: You left, didn't you.
TT: That is the last mistake you will ever make, troll.
TT: I will make you wish you had never been born.
TT: I shall gouge out your eyes and rip your horns from your head.
TT: I shall turn your blood to acid in your veins.
TT: My masters shall whisper every wrong you have ever passed into your ears.
TT: And I will never let you die until you wave suffered for every second you stole from them.
TT: I will find you.

Chum tentacleTherapist [TT] has left known spacetime

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How do you people write like you do? This took me three bloody hours. I am simply in awe of everyone's skills. Now then, this is obviously never going to happen in canon, but wouldn't it be nice? I haven't written fiction of any kind in years, and I don't know how well I emulated any of the characters, so some sort of light criticism would be nice, but don't feel like I am demanding anything of you. Also, Did you like the Daddy Scratch?

And to all of you amazing writers out there

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NEVER STOP BEING AWESOME!

[Graven_Image]

Unlogic, that was as amazing as it is likely to not come true.

That means it was really amazing.

[Zerovirus]

HAPPY ENDINGS FOR EVERYONE

YESH!

[Rimbaum]

Oh gog I cannot help but think of Eridan as a woobie. Despite the recent developments, he has become one of my favorite characters. I just want to give him a hug and why oh why doest he have to be so cute? ;_;


HAVE SOME ERIDAN FIC.


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Was it really so hard to believe that he'd gone off the deep end? Feferi had literally been the only thing that kept him in line for so many years. When she revoked their moiraillegiance... Well, the consequences were pretty plain, now. Still, how difficult was it to extend a little bit of sympathy? A little bit of comfort, or even for someone to humor his pathetic attempts at romance? Of any sort, even the pale or ashen leanings. Eridan sat down at the edge of the asteroid, slumping and staring at the wand in his hands.

What he'd done was starting to sink in. He'd completely destroyed all hope for his friends. No - they weren't his friends anymore. They were against him now. They would be eager to try and kill him on sight, so he had to be willing to do the same in return. It hurt, knowing that he'd only made himself more alone by his own actions.

Was this what the Prince of Hope was supposed to do? Yes. The situation was entirely hopeless, and who better to know that kind of thing than him? It left a dull ache, similar to his loneliness. Eridan's sight was starting to go a little foggy, so he pulled off his glasses to clean them up with his scarf. But even after cleaning them, everything was still blurry. And tinged with purple.

He was... crying? No, that couldn't be right. But the purple tears were there, on his hands and staining his scarf. Eridan wanted things to turn out better, probably more than any of his friends. He wanted a perfect world to be a part of, he wanted a proper romance. The nagging sense of hope was pulling at him, saying that there was still a way for things to turn out all right.

Except that they wouldn't. There was just... no possible way that they could. Reason told him that things were hopeless. Reason was overriding everything he felt deep down. He didn't want to believe it, but he was a rational person. The odds against them succeeding... he'd done the math. Math was cold, rational, absolute. A vital part of science. Who was he to deny what the odds told him?

Eridan broke down further, keeping his glasses off and sobbing into his scarf. He didn't want to believe it. But what choice did he have? What kind of chance did he or anyone else have against the god-boss that had been created? It was...

Hopeless.


No, screw that. He was going to make some sort of hope. If not for his former friends, then at least for himself. Eridan pushed himself off the ground, looking Skaiaward. He was going to join Jack. That was the only possible hope he had left, no matter how dim or distant, or how much it hurt deep in his chest to go against his friends. He was the fucking Prince of Hope. No one took his last shred of hope away. As soon as he gained Jack's trust, that ring was coming off. No more god-boss. Not if he could help it.

[SkaianRedeemer]

@Unilogic: I loved it! And I did like your easter egg, I have such a bad habit of highlighting text in patterns just for fun. It's a weird habit.

@Rimbaum: Well, good luck alt!Eridan. Or hopefully not alt. I don't know any more. Theories so scattered, I just don't know any more.

[Embargo]

Void - Preceded Equilibrium

Equilibrium - Preceded this


Quietus

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She sits at her terminal, typing away at something. You recoil when she turns her head to look at you, throwing yourself back at your own computer before she catches you looking. This entire situation is absolutely maddening. Your brain itches, your spine tingles, your hands are shaking, your body is slick with sweat. You know can't put this conversation off any longer. Procrastination serves no purpose other than to waste the little time you have left with her. Confidence. Must show confidence.

With an apprehensive sigh, you open a new chat window.

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-- centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling apocalypseArisen [AA] --
CT: D -- > Aradia.
AA: equius
CT: D -- > There is something I've been meaning to ask you
CT: D -- > But I've been absolutely c100less on how to approach you
AA: i kn0w
CT: D -- > Whoa what
CT: D -- > You do
AA: yes
CT: D -- > Tell me how
CT: D -- > And that was more of a curt suggestion rather than a rude demand I think
AA: well
AA: y0u keep shaking in agitati0n and thr0wing me nerv0us glances
AA: its been g0ing 0n f0r at least an h0ur n0w
AA: and y0u are starting t0 sweat pr0fusely
CT: D -- > I'm not sweating
AA: yes y0u are
CT: D -- > No I'm not
AA: yes y0u are
CT: D -- > I will not repeat myself again
CT: D -- > I am not sweating Aradia
AA: then why d0 y0u keep pulling t0wels 0ut 0f y0ur sylladex
CT: D -- > Enough
CT: D -- > Can we at least have a serious and professional conversation just this once
CT: D -- > Do not make me say please
CT: D -- > I don't think I can handle that
AA: fine
AA: what did y0u want t0 talk ab0ut
CT: D -- > The future
AA: that is a br0ad subject equius
AA: y0u will have to a bit m0re specific than that
CT: D -- > Fine
CT: D -- > Do you know what happens from now until the very ape% of our story
CT: D -- > The clima%, the culmination, the zenith of everything that happens and all the events that have yet to occur
AA: ...
AA: yes
AA: to an extent
CT: D -- > Do you know the e%act course of action I mean to take right now
AA: yes
CT: D -- > Tell me then
CT: D -- > Am I successful
CT: D -- > Was it all worthwhile
CT: D -- > Is the future as beautiful as I envision it
AA: you are it was and it is
AA: there is s0 much suffering equius but its all w0rth it in the end
AA: 0r s0 ive told myself
AA: my future self can be a bit vague 0n the specifics
AA: but the way she describes everything is abs0lutely beautiful
CT: D -- > I suppose that means that I am to die then
AA: many of us will
CT: D -- > But everyone else will recover from their little voyage into the afterlife
CT: D -- > Everyone else will cheat death and return triumphantly to restore troll-kind to its former glory
CT: D -- > E%cept I won't be coming back
CT: D -- > That is how everything ends isn't it
AA: ...
AA: it is
AA: d0 y0u want to talk ab0ut it
CT: D -- > I
CT: D -- > I would like that
CT: D -- > But not here
CT: D -- > This is a conversation best had face to face
CT: D -- > Alone
AA: I'm 0kay with that.
-- centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling apocalypseArisen [AA] --
-- centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling apocalypseArisen [AA] --
CT: D -- > I love you.
AA: i kn0w
-- centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling apocalypseArisen [AA] --

She's already started for the transportalizer by the time you get up. Sollux throws a curious glance in your direction. You know exactly what he's thinking right now. Good. Your love for her is better than what he could've given her anyway.

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When you both return, its been close to an hour. Aradia sighs as she sits down in front of her computer. The hollowness in her voice is striking, even more so than usual. She begins to type again, thin metallic fingers taping softly against the plastic keyboard. You watch contently. You're glad you two had the chance to talk. It had been a while since you were able to sit down and talk with your matesprit, or so you hope she is. You know its never going to work out, but hope is something you haven't quite given up on.

She stands suddenly, turning to face Sollux. She lifts him out of his chair easily with her robotic strength and embraces his thin, bony body with a smile on her face. You become crestfallen instantly. Did she just...

Aradia's body begins to spark and twitch, a sure sign of a particularly dangerous malfunction. Before you even have a chance to run over and fix it, she pushes Sollux back and is consumed in a flash of bright light. A deafening sound wakes Nepeta up from her catnap as Aradia's body explodes. Minutes after you opened your heart to the love of your life, she turns her back on you. Moments after that, the single greatest thing you've ever built is destroyed. You... you're not okay with this. Not at all.

The world around you drowns in blue as you storm off into what looks like the transportalizer. Everything seems so distant now. You hear two voices, the distinction barely recognizable, but they sound muted. There's an incessant buzzing noise growing in intensity. It feels like a nail being driven into the back of your skull.

As the world goes from navy blue to pitch black, you don't bother asking "why did this happen", because you know why. Instead you ask "where's a fucking towel when you need one", because you feel like your drowning in something thick and warm.

[Embargo]

I keep nervously looking back at my stories. For some reason, every time I read them, I go back and I frantically start editing. Its annoying.

But I think I'm good now.

[NotAPumpkin]

@Rimbaum- Aaaaaaaaaah, Eridanfic amazingness

[Rimbaum]

@Rimbaum- Aaaaaaaaaah, Eridanfic amazingness

YAY thank you!

SkaianRedeemer: I seriously don't know how it's going to turn out for him. I just... the end seemed right to leave it right there. With HOPE.

[mutecebu]

Is this the first time we've seen Gamzee called the "Bard of Rage" in cannon? I couldn't find it using the search feature. I know I've seen him called that in fanfiction here before.

EDIT: oh wait, no. It was this one by Katrika:
http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4481556
Eerily prophetic. Not so "bluh bluh dumb fic" now, eh?

[NotAPumpkin]

Yeah, it was the first time. He told Dave that he was the Bard of (something), but he couldn't remember the last part. So people who called him that before are good guessers and/or psychic.

[Rimbaum]

Yeah, it was the first time. He told Dave that he was the Bard of (something), but he couldn't remember the last part. So people who called him that before are good guessers and/or psychic.

Or Hussie took the idea from all of that. WE MAY NEVER KNOW