Author's Note: I started this as a not-so-little continuation of Homestuck. Everything that takes place happens after the trolls' and humans' sessions. Also, Karkat isn't yelling. I just typed their dialogue as they use it in the actual comic as best as I could. I will try to make regular updates. Enjoy.

Ch.1: Be the applicant

"So, you wish to attend this fine university?" asks the chancellor.

"THAT IS CORRECT."

"Why?"

"I HAVE NOWHERE ELSE TO GO FOR A PROPER EDUCATION."

"You do realize what the qualifications are to attend here, right, Mr. Vantas?

"I'VE HEARD A FEW OF THEM." Karkat is nervous. He can barely even look at the chancellor. In reality, the only reason he even applied here was because Gamzee wouldn't shut up about it. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT ALL OF THEM ARE, THOUGH."

The chancellor knows Karkat knows he barely has a chance of being accepted. "The minimum requirements are listed in the hallway, but since this interview has already started, I'll say them anyway."

"OKAY…"

"The minimum for attending Tier University are: You must have played a session of the game, that session must have been successful, the repopulation of your species has begun, and it is preferred that you have reached at least the first god tier."

"OH…" Even though Karkat doesn't really want to come here, it's better than going back to his old college, and most of his friends go here so he might as well try to get in. He becomes disappointed to find out he has a snowflake's chance in hell of being accepted. In his eyes, his session was anything but successful. Him being the leader of it didn't help that thought, or his chances, at all. Plus, the troll population is still down to just the survivors of his session, the universe they created was destroyed by Jack, and he was too afraid of dying to become a fully realized knight of blood. He thinks about getting up and leaving the interview right now to save himself the embarrassment.

"Now, before we begin your session background review, I want to know more about why you're here today. Where did you originally attend college and in what universe?"

"PRINCETON UNIVERSITY IN THE HUMANS' UNIVERSE."

"Okay," the chancellor thought that it was weird that someone would throw away that type of education to risk unacceptance into this college. "Why did you leave?"

"I WAS EXPELLED…" Karkat knows he just screwed it all up, just like always. "THAT WAS PROBABLY THE WRONG THING TO SAY, WASN'T IT?"

"I wouldn't necessarily say 'the wrong thing', but it wasn't very good. Do I even want to know why you got expelled?"

"I BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ONE OF MY DORM MATES." Damn it, Vantas, he thought. Shut up before you blow your chances completely. He doesn't like the general direction in which this interview is proceeding. Neither did the chancellor.

"Okay…" the chancellor struggles with trying to make a quick decision whether to ask why or to just decline his application. "…Why did you do that?" He asks the question with extreme caution.

"HE HARASSED ME. HE STARED AT ME AND LAUGHED BECAUSE I'M NOT HUMAN AND MA GRAY AND HAVE HORNS. I FINALLY SNAPPED WHEN HE GOT HALF THE STUDENT POPULATION IN ON IT TOO."

The chancellor is relieved that it wasn't all Karkat's fault. This is the first applicant in a long time that he actually likes. "Let's just move on to the session review."

Karkat sits there as the chancellor opens a file on his computer. He is doing all that he can to keep from absconding. He isn't at all prepared for what is about to happen.

"Okay. It shows here that you were the leader of your session. Impressive."

Karkat looks up, confused. Did he just hear "impressive"?

"New universe was created successfully. Also impressive."

Now Karkat knows he's just hearing things.

"Working with another alien race to aid them in redeeming their session…Very impressive."

All that is left is for the alarm to go off to wake him up from this dream.

"Session was…destroyed…"

That would be the alarm.

"…this can't be right." The chancellor opens the document attached to see what went wrong. "The Trollian Session was destroyed by an outside force originating from a nearby session. The newly created universe was destroyed along with it…"

What. The. Fuck. Now the chancellor himself is even wondering what was in those brownies he ate earlier. "This can't be right…"

"ACTUALLY…IT IS," Karkat explained. "IT WAS A VERSION OF JACK NOIRE THAT WENT HAYWIRE. HE CAME FROM A RIFT BETWEEN US AND THE SESSION WE WERE HELPING. THE LAST KERNELSPRITE WAS PROTOTYPED WITH A FIRST GUARDIAN BY ACCIDENT—ACTUALLY THE GUARDIAN PROTOTYPED ITSELF TO SAVE ITS OWNER."

"How is that possible?"

"I DON'T KNOW. HE DESTROYED ALL BUT ONE METEOR, WHICH WE HID ON AND EVENTUALLY USED TO ESCAPE."

"Oh…"

"IRONICALLY ENOUGH, THE UNIVERSE THAT WAS DESTROYED WAS THE ONE THAT HOSTED THE SESSION WE WERE HELPING." Shut! Up! Now!

"Oh, well…I don't know what to make of that."

"DOES THIS MEAN I'M NOT IN?"

"Not yet. By official definition, a successful session is one that creates a universe that lives long enough to begin another session. By official definition, your session was successful."

This brought Karkat's hopes up.

"Just one more thing to check here…"

Behold, his death blow.

"…Never achieved god tier…"

Damn it. "I GUESS I BETTER GET GOING…"

"Why, Mr. Vantas?"

What? Did he seriously ask that?

"BECAUSE I NEVER ACHIEVED GOD TIER."

"That doesn't mean crap. Yes, it can hurt your chances at being accepted, but it isn't a definite 'No'."

"OH. WHAT ABOUT THE REPOPULATION?" WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?! WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT?!

"Oh, thank you for reminding me."

Damn it twice as hard.

"Let's see about that." He opens up the file again. He skims through the file. "Repopulation has been successfully initiated."

What the fuck? "HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?"

"It says that a human has been impregnated with troll genetic material. That automatically counts as repopulation of both species as the two have combined into one."

Karkat just can't wrap his think pan around the idea of trolls reproducing without a mother grub. Suddenly his species has adopted another's way of procreation. What's going to happen next, marriage? He suddenly feels like his life depends of attending this particular university all the way out in the middle of paradox fucking space.

"Well, Mr. Vantas, I've liked everything I've seen. I'm obliged to accept you into this University. But, I always ask before I get the paperwork; Are you sure you wish to come here? After all it is over a billion miles away from the nearest universe."

"YES," Karkat said before he had a chance to change his mind.

"Okay. There are a couple of dilemmas that we need to discuss, however. Preferably before you sign with us."

This interview can't be going any slower than it already is. "WHAT EXACTLY IS THE PROBLEM?"

"You haven't achieved god tier. Because the Board is very strict on the whole 'god tier' deal, they only like the fully realized attending. Hence the university's name 'Tier'."

"OH."

"There are a couple ways of getting by. This is the last year of doing this though because they finally passed their stupid 'bill' stating that all new students must be fully realized in their title and class."

"HOW CAN YOU GET AROUND SOMETHING LIKE THAT?"

"There are a few ways. The two main ways are to go to a Doomed Timeline Session and die on a quest bed, or cocoon, in your case. The second way is to just wear the uniform and act like you know how powers work. The official school uniform is your god tier outfit anyway, so that should work out just fine."

"OH. I CHOOSE THE SECOND OPTION."

"Okay, what size are you?"

"WHAT?"

"What. Size. Clothing. Do. You. Wear?"

"OH, UH…" Karkat had to think for a moment. "LARGE."

"Okay. I'll be back with the paperwork and we'll get you registered and your schedule." The chancellor leaves the room to print out something. He returns about a minute later and tells Karkat where he needs to sign. Then he leaves again and comes back with a list of majors and courses and tells him to select some and put them in his wish list. It takes Karkat only about three minutes to write down his preferred classes, romance specialist being the major he chose. After the chancellor and Karkat signed the paperwork admitting him into the school, he sends it and the wish list over to the guidance building a couple miles away. He then tells Karkat to follow him to another building a couple blocks away. The building was built for storing spare god tier outfits incase a student were to lose one or one was ruined. He leads Karkat to a room on the second floor. Inside the room were thousands of outfits specifically made for one class and one class only—blood. He reaches up to the third shelf and pulls off one and handed it to Karkat.

"THIS IS 3X. I ONLY WEAR LARGE.

"Paradoxspace has a weird way of sizing things. What it measures as one size is triple that of a universal measurement of size. Therefore, you wear 3x paradoxspace and large Trollian."

Karkat took the outfit. He was instructed to wait while his schedule was made and an address was assigned to him. "ADDRESS? WHAT ABOUT DORMS?"

"Mr. Vantas, Tier University is extremely large. It has an average of three thousand students per class. That accumulates to over ten million students in all. The entire campus is about fifty square miles in area."

"WOW. WHERE WILL I BE PLACED?"

"You will be assigned an address somewhere in the Village of Blood. Most likely you will be partnered with another one of the blood class, unless there is an open house somewhere in the village." Karkat and the chancellor keeps up a conversation the entire time it took to make the schedule and assign the address—about three hours. Karkat asked questions about what he is to do if someone bullies him like they did back on Earth. "That shouldn't happen here considering the fact that the most in a single species attending is only fourteen. However, since you're new, some people, especially in your village, will most likely ask to show them what you can do. Just reply with 'It makes me feel ill when I use my powers'. It will most likely work because a third of the student population suffers from that. I must also warn you that you are the only student that isn't fully realized in your title or class. So be careful who you hang out with."

Woo fucking hoo. As if it wasn't bad enough that he was in the blood class, he had to be the only one not fully realized. This day just can't get any worse.

The chancellor escorts Karkat to his house. "Here it is, 8100d Clot Art."

Is this some sort of joke? 8100d? That isn't even an address. Aren't they usually just made of numbers? And what the heck is an "Artery"? Obviously something having to do with blood.

The house is two stories tall with a basement. It has human blood-red shutters and gutters and roof and base. Karkat feels tortured by this. The chancellor says his goodbyes and tells Karkat that he has three days to become accustomed to his schedule and moved in. He also tells him that has a housemate and that his recuperacoon will be delivered later that night.

Karkat unlocks the door with his new key. He carries his suitcase up to the second floor where the respite blocks are. He finds one block that he likes, but it has already been claimed. He finds the other one farther down the hall. The good news is that this one is bigger. The bad news, is that it's red. He much prefers the other beige one than this. Maybe he'll "politely" ask his housemate if they can switch rooms after he's back from classes.

"Hell9, new hivemate." Karkat's eyes widen in terror at the voice. Of all the possibilities, this had to be his hivemate. He should have known when he saw the recuperacoon.