Author's note beforehand. I understand that you may not like all of the ships I choose. And I respect other ships, really I do. But I'm doing this to do this, not to please everyone. I am a fan of SolAra. I am a fan of NepKar. And many other ships that include both these two main characters and the others. And while I like some other pairings as well, Rosemary will of course be in it, as it is canon and I enjoy it just as much as the others. If you want to know the others, well read. This will contain some fluff, and inappropriate language (if you wish to give it that title) but that is of course just a part of the story, I am rating this M because I can't judge what I'll do after the already planned storyboard. All of the Trolls are Humans, and while Terezi is still blind, Aradia and the others are not dead. And they are all attending high school as upper classmen. HEY, YOU, NO NOT THE READER, YOU. THE PERSON READING THIS TO BE SURE I SAY THIS NEXT PART, LOOK RIGHT HERE! I do not own Homestuck, or any of the characters in his strange and awesome web-comic. I simply own this story using those characters and any characters I may or may not add into it. I also own the ideas I use in this that are not already owned by Andrew Hussie. Now that I have added this, please enjoy. Also, the pic is by my friend Bell, or Isabella. Her account on Deviant Art is bellalove18, the pic is all her doing. I do love reviews, so please be sure to do that, and with that, thank you.
Chapter 1: Stupid Dreams
Sollux shot up from his bed, his shirtless torso covered in a cold sweat. His heart beat fast in his chest, and he felt like he had just been running for his life. It was the dreams again. The dreams which refused to leave him, even when he was awake, as the voices never let him forget about them. They were all about the general same thing. Everyone who he loved in his life dying, sometimes it was by some strange event that didn't even make sense, like a giant meteor storm, or an erupting volcano. They didn't live near a volcano, and he highly doubted that meteors would rain down and destroy only their town. But sometimes…sometimes he had a much more terrifying form of this dream. Sometimes he would be the one killing them. He saw himself in the third person, strangling the life out of some, stabbing others, and it terrified him. He was never able to stop himself in those dreams, and the voices wouldn't let him escape these thoughts when he was awake. They told him to do as his dreams foretold. To kill all who would dare stand near him, to think themselves his equal.
He looked to the side table next to him, his room still dark in the early morning. The only light in his room was the alarm clock. Its blue numbers blurred by his sudden awakening. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, then looked back to the digital clock. After a moment his vision focused, and he saw what time it was. He sighed heavily, "Five thirty…thtupid dream." He said to himself. He fell flat back onto his back and stared at the ceiling. And for a moment he suddenly heard nothing, his house was silent at this time, and the only sound in his room was the small fan that he kept on him as he slept. He wasn't uncomfortable without it, but for some reason or another, when he focused on its low hum he was able to block out the voices long enough to allow sleep to encroach around him and then embrace him for the night. But of course, they were still there.
They were saying there usual odd things like, "You are the chosen by the dark ones." or, "Your dreams show your destiny." or, "You must kill them all!" or, "Come, let us take you again to the dreams, we will show you more." But they all generally relayed that they wanted him to kill them.
That last one though, he decided to make sure not to listen to like all the others, and so he decided to get up. He threw the dark green blanket off of him and swung his legs off the side. Then he turned off his already set for in one more hour alarm as not to have to worry about that later, and then stood. He was still just waking up, and so he lost his balance as he stood, falling back onto the bed. Then with another move he was standing straight up and walking to the door. He opened it and walked into the hard wood floor hall. It was dark, besides the small amount of blue glow coming from the window at the end of the hall in the early dawn of morning. But his eyes were well adjusted, and he knew the layout of the hall well enough that he was easily able to find the bathroom two doors down on the right.
He walked in and flipped on the lights without a second thought. And immediately regretted not bracing for the pain of the bright lights in the darkness. His eyes adjusted as he squinted them in blinding pain. Then he blinked a few times and looked forward. His first sight was that of his own face in the mirror above the sink. He saw his bed-head mess of black hair. Some of it covering his face. He moved the hair out of his eyes and looked at them for a moment. He had been born with a condition called being heterochromatic. It was when both eyes had a different colored iris from the other. He thought it looked cool in comparison to others whom only had a single eye color for both eyes, but he also felt insecure about them. They made him stick out, and that wasn't something he wanted. He hated being the center of attention, almost as much as he hated talking in class or reading to others, or really any time he had to present something to others. And the simple reason why was because of his stupid lisp. He was told that it didn't matter that he had a lisp, he was still Sollux, no matter how he spoke. But those people didn't know what it was like. He hated when people didn't understand what he was saying because of it, and even more he hated introducing himself. To this day he still knew some people who liked to call him Thollux. Some he knew it was just because they didn't know he had a lisp and barely spoke to him, while others did it intentionally to make fun of him. But while he couldn't hide his lisp, he could hide his eyes. To help him stick out a bit less, more people knew him as the kid with the weird specs rather than the kid with weird eyes. He had built a pair of specs which matched his eye colors, red and blue, and covered each eye with the appropriate color. Some of his friends thought of it as an ongoing inside joke. He was hiding his eyes with the same colored lenses. But most people didn't read into it more than him having weird specs.
He stopped looking at the mirror and walked over to the shower. He opened the curtain, revealing the bathtub which doubled as a shower. He reached down to the handle, pulled the stopper, and turned the shower handle until he had it where he normally did. After a moment the water rushed out, allowing him just the right amount of time to escape being hit by the ice cold water remaining in the pipes, cooled by the passed time since its last use.
He was used to waiting for the shower to warm to the appropriate temperature, and knew that it would be a minute before it was ready. So he walked out of the bathroom and back down the hall to his bedroom. He flipped on the lights and walked to his dresser. He opened a range of draws and pulled out dark blue jeans, socks, another pair of black boxers like the pair he wore now, and one of his black shirts which held only his zodiac symbol, the Gemini. It was a honey like yellow, his favorite color. He threw that shirt onto his bed too, and proceeded to walk over to his desk after closing the opened drawers. He had a total of six monitors, and six separate computer cases each wired together in to one system. He had never once replaced one of his computers, he had just upgraded them piece by piece. And how did he operate such a large system one might ask. Simple, he rigged up a remote control which controlled every part of the computer's many fans and monitors. Yet they all started with the push of a single button on the top of the remote. His system suddenly awakened with a large hum of fans as the computers turned on, and the many monitors began to flicker to life as they started. The system took a few minutes to fully boot up, a small price to pay for such an advanced system, but worth the power. So he walked back to the bathroom in the meantime, closing his room door behind him this time. As he walked into the bathroom the heat of the steam rising from the warm water pouring from the shower head touched his skin, and made him a bit better about waking up so early. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the shower. He removed his boxers before stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind him. And then for a moment he just stood there and felt the warm water on his pale skin.
Nepeta awoke at the light of the new day. Oh sure, it was only a faint blue glow, but it still was a sign of morning. She was an early riser, and wasn't at all still tired once her eyes had opened. She was curled up into a ball just like one of her cats, which she had two of pressed up against her, and she was covered by her black blanket. She didn't remember putting her blanket over her, but then she also didn't remember falling asleep. She was still fully dressed, even wearing her soft green jacket which had sleeves longer than her arms. She moved to get up, careful to avoid pushing either of the two cats pressed against her. She removed her blanket from her and in response had one of the cats run off, startled by the sudden movement under its feet.
Nepeta looked after it, but it was already out of her room through the small opening in her door. And that helped her come to the conclusion that her older brother Equius had been in and put the blanket on her. She never left her door open, it was just something she was sure to have closed before she slept. But her brother was never very good at closing it behind him when he came in to check on her at times.
She stood up off of her bed and walked over to her bathroom. She was lucky, because since her older brother needed room to practice building his robots and to lift weights he had needed a room larger than this one. He had set up the basement as his own private workshop and gym, while a small area of it had a bed in it where he slept. So he had let her have the room, even though he had originally been the one living in it.
She stopped to look at the clock on her wall, and read the time to herself. It was 5:35, about the time she usually tended to wake up. But then she turned from the bathroom door and looked over at her computer. She had left it on all night, and it had eventually gone into rest mode. She had plenty of time to shower before she had to get ready to go to school, so she figured she would check to see what she had been doing on her computer before she fell asleep, as it presently escaped her. She sat on her fluffy bean bag chair and pressed the space bar.
Immediately the computer's fan began to hum and the monitor lit up. Then she was greeted with a picture of her and Terezi, or well, that's what it said it was. She was used to seeing Terezi's art, and while it wasn't very good, not that she would dare ever say that, it was amazing if one brought into fact that she was blind. Then she remembered what she had been doing. She had been talking to Terezi when she sent her that picture. The chat she had been in was still open, and it was obvious that she wasn't supposed to have left.
GC: H3Y 4C
GC: WH3R3 D1D YOU GO?
GC: YOU S41D F1V3 M1NUT3S
GC: UNL3SS TH1S STUP1D TH1NG 1S BUST3D YOU ST1LL 4R3N'T B4CK Y3T
GC: YOU D1D 1T 4G41N D1DN'T YOU…
GC: YOU W3NT OFF 4ND SOM3HOW F3LL 4SL33P W1THOUT TRY1NG 4G41N
GC: OK4Y…TH4T MUST B3 WH4T H4PP3N3D
GC: W3LL
GC: 1 GU3SS 1'LL S33 YOU TOMORROW TH3N…
GC: BY3
gallowsCalibrator stopped pestering arsenicCatnip at 9:23 PM yesterday
Nepeta made a mental note to herself to apologize to Terezi later about falling asleep on her. But then suddenly Sollux's chat icon said he had signed on. She immediately typed to him.
arsenicCatnip began pestering twinArmageddons at 5:38 AM on thursday
AC: :33 *ac stretches as she awakes from her great slumber, warm and rested, she is ready to go out on the hunt*
AC: :33 *ac wanders for a bit befurr coming across the purrfect prey, she hides purrself in the tall grass, and watches silently*
AC: :33 *ac, sure that her prey is yet unaware of her purresence, slowly begins to crawl towards her chosen target*
AC: :33 *ac stops, now close enough to hear her prey breathe*
AC: :33 *ac readies herself, watching carefully to s33 whether her target knows of her presence*
AC: :33 *ac, now sure that her prey is clueless and not presently able to avoid her, pounces from the tall grass which hid her and lands on her prey*
AC: :33 *ac hugs pawlux tight in a good morning gr33ting*
AC: :33 pawlux, it isn't fun if you aren't here to rp with me
AC: :33 why are you even up this early anyway?
AC: :33 okay, I'm going to go hop in the shower, so I'll be back in a few
Nepeta looked to the clock at the bottom right of her computer screen. It was 5:42 AM according to the clock. So she decided that she would do as she had messaged Sollux and go and take a shower. She rolled off of her bean bag chair and stood up. Then she made her way over to her private bathroom. She flipped the lights on and closed the door. She looked at herself for a moment in the mirror. When she slept without her helmet she always got messy hair, and when she did she got helmet hair. Both were not particularly sought after, but she supposed her messy hair was better than helmet hair. But still, she didn't want to have to go to school with any kind of messy hair, and that was a particular reason she wanted to shower. But for a moment she stopped and looked at her eyes. Her eyes were both Olive green, a color she had come to adore. Though the irony of it was that she also hated olives, but their color was nice at least. She looked to the shower and began to strip herself of clothing. First she took off her big overly sized green jacket, then her sweat pants. Then she took off her plain grey t-shirt and threw it onto the pile of clothes which were collecting in front of the door. Then before she continued she reached into the shower which doubled as a bathtub and turned on the shower to the temperature she liked. Within a few seconds the water was just right, so she retrieved her hand and finished undressing. She threw her bra and her panties onto the pile as well before stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind her.
She immediately soaked her hair until the water streamed from stands that had collected into large wet clumps. She combed her fingers through her hair, untying collected knots of hair and separating the clumped together hair into more strands. Then she began to hum a tune to herself, not an actual song, just hum what she felt like humming as she showered. Her anticipation for the new day only bottled by her need to remain somewhat silent as her parents slept.
