So, i fell in love with toastyhat's, emptyfeet on youtube, No Red Sweater. This is the out come. I am not sorry. DISCLAIMER: I Wish i was talented enough to make no red sweaters, that was all toastyhat and the psychotic genius behind homestuck is Mr. andrew hussie.

Kankri's POV:

You blink your eyes open. All you see is darkness. You try to remember what had happened before you fell unconscious. Memories of a tall man in a cloak with red eyes comes to your mind. Oh god. He is you. You are him. And somehow you come across him and his team, fighting against the empire. But how could this be? There is no way for this to be possible. Wait. Scratch. Game. Meenah. No. No! STOP! PUT IT DOWN! IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THI-

"Vantath? Are you awake?"

You groan and sit up. You feel a hand on your shoulder gentle push you back down.

"No, love. You should stay down and rest"

"This is all my fault. We shouldn't have brought him with us."

"It is not your fault, beloved. You couldn't have known that he would pass out like that."

"I thould have been watching him."

"Mituna, it wasn't your fault"

"Oh, and it wath your? Pleathe Kankri, thpare me"

"Now, you two stop fighting right this instant"

"Porrim is right. Neither of you should be acting like wrigglers over little Vantas over here"

"Wriggerth? Pleathe, the only wriggler here ith thith brat that managed to fucking path out while hearing Kankri thpeak"

"Quiet, all of you. Vantas just woke up and we don't need to be giving him more of a headache then he probably already has"

You sit up, pushing away the arm off your shoulder. You pulled up a hand and rest it on your forehead. "Too late."

You see a flash of yellow and see a large psiionic in front of you. He puts his hands on your shoulders and looks at you. "Brat, are you okay? Howth your head?" You stare at him. He is Mituna, but not your Mituna. Yet so much alike.

You nod your head. "I am alright. Just a headache."

A jade green figure moves nexts to you. "Are you sure? You had a pretty hard fall." You turn to her. She is Porrim. But not your Porrim. She is a little more elegant yet so much alike.

You nod your head again. "I am sure that I am alright. I think I would know if I was not alight"

A olive green figure drops down to the ground. "See? I told you all that he would be fine." You smile at her. She is not Meulin that you know and you are kinda lucky of that. She still kinda scares you from that time she killed those two highbloods.

A dark figure drops next to her and pulls her into his arms. "You could not have known. He might not have woken up". She leans over and kisses his cheek. "You must have faith, Kankri. Like I have faith in you."

Porrim places a hand on your cheek. "Are you sure you're alright Vantas?"

You smile at her. "Yes, I am. Thank you, Porrim."

This is the life you live in now. These are your friends. Let's hope that this time no one will die a horrible death.

I regret nothing. Again. Witch of blood, out