Disclaimer: I Do not own Homestuck, Hetalia or any other fandoms. The credit goes to their individual creators.
The air around you tastes burnt and foul. A thousand voices shout in your head simultaneously, you begin to feel angry and wrong. Your body is no longer yours; some unknown force drives your every movement, staining your skin crimson with the blood of your friends.
All you can do is scream silently, damning yourself for losing control and damning the gods for controlling . You don't even care about your victims anymore, you just want this to end, die if you have to. But you can't die, the ones controlling your body won't let.
So you give in to the madness.
Your body is your's again, but it might as well not be. Your yourself – the memories you possess are your own – but you're wrong inside. All your morals have been rewritten or erased.
You're more like a seven year-old throwing a fit. An extremely powerful and dangerous seven year-old.
Then it ends, one way or another.
You look around you, in a state of complete disbelief. You did this. It's your fault. You're the monster. And no matter what, you can't forgive yourself.
But they forgive you. Your friends actually forgive you, and they gather around you, offering words of consolation and forgiveness. And no one's dead. Several are injured, and a few have ascended, but no one is dead.
But even still, you can never forgive yourself.
Chapter 1 : Wake up
Homestuck woke up. His eyes fixed themselves on the ceiling. He'd fallen asleep on the couch again, instead of in his recooprecoon, which explained the previous nightmare. Whenever he was stupid enough to fall asleep in the wrong place he had that exact same dream, and no amount medication or therapy could change that.
The thing was, it wasn't a memory – he'd never gone grimdark in his entire life – but it was so vivid there was just the slightest chance it was a premonition.
No. He rubbed his temples, slowly sitting up. There was no way that could happen. His life was to mundane at the time to drive him off that ledge, and nothing in the foreseeable future indicated he ever would.
He could never hurt his friends. He could never harm the people who had accepted him in all his sad alien glory.
Homestuck shook the thought from his head and retrieved his husktop from his sylladex.
He quickly woke it from sleep mode and – after logging on – was greeted by the flashing icon of the Trollian application. Who the fuck was messaging him this late? It was literally three AM.
Perplexed and annoyed, Homestuck maximized Trollian.
VivaRomano [VR] began pestering updateTroll [UT]
VR: Homestuck! Sbrigare!
UT: okay, okay! wHat in tHe name of Sweet jeguS do you want?!
VR: I'm bored. Sonoannoiato!
UT:okay, wHat do you expect me to do about it!
VR: Come play with me!
UT: wHat are you, a wriggler?
VR: No, I'm bored! Annoiato!
UT: fine, fine. just let me get dreSSed and i'll be over there aS Soon aS poSSible.
UT: you're lucky you're my moirail.
VR: Fantastico!I'll see you then! Oooh! And I'll maje some pasta!
UT: you do tHat.
VivaRomano [VR] ceased pestering updateTroll [UT]
Homestuck rolled his eyes and closed the husktop and placed it in his sylladex. He loved Hetalia to pieces and would do anything for him, but...there were time he just...was kind of, you know, annoying.
But really, who bugged someone at three AM in the morning? No, actually. Who was even awake at that time besides tricksters and horror fandoms?
Had Heta gone trickster?
No, that was highly unlikely. Homestuck had trained him not to eat trickster candy, and to keep away from anyone in trickster mode. So far Hetalia had kept safe, with a few close calls.
He'd probably just slept all day or had too much to much caffeine. Yep that was probably it.
Homestuck pulled himself to his feet and dragged himself to the bathroom. He glanced briefly at the body length mirror – his gray skin, horns, lime-green eyes and grub scars all stared back, as well as his scalemate boxers – before grabbing the nearest pair of pants and Sburb logo T-Shirt. He pulled with on and padded over to the sink.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Homestuck meandered back into the living room and put on his shoes and socks (why was it shoes and socks? You didn't put the shoes on first, you put the socks on first. It really should be socks and shoes.)
He then went up several floors in his hive to the machine room. Along with the equipment left over from Sburb, there were numerous other miscellaneous weapons and machines cluttering the tables, floor, and shelves of the room. One of which is MP5K submachine gun submerged in a tank of water. Several tubes extend from the tank; these periodically pump sugars and protein into the tank.
This would probably destroy normal firearms, but this one is different. About a year ago you stole this weapon (SCP-127)from SCP Foundation out of spite. Homestuck couldn't exactly remember what the guy did to piss you off, but he deserved to have this taken from him. And besides, he was taking care of the just like he should.
Okay, the only reason he even knew how to take care of this thing was because of instruction SCP had sent him a few days after the theft. This meant two things: 1) SCP knew the weapon had been stolen, and that Homestuck had been the one to steal it, and 2) that scary motherfucker was somehow watching him.
The latter was completely unsurprising since SCP considered all the other fandoms – and himself – SCPs, and monitored them as much as he possibly could.
There were most certainly tiny cameras hidden throughout Homestuck's hive, he just hadn't found any yet.
Homestuck strode passed the gun and over to the transportalizer. He stepped on and pressed a sequence of number on the holographic screen that appeared.
There was a faint buzz, followed by the traditional gut wrenching sensation that came from teleportation, and the troll was thrown into the complementing pad in Hetalia's home.
Making note of how the air smelled of tomato sauce, Homestuck made his way to the kitchen.
Yeah, chapter 1 complete. It's not the best thing ever, but I put work and thought into it, so I hope you guys enjoy.
I got the chumhandles off tumblr, as well as many of the character designs, because I'm lazy, uncreative, and like said designs.
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