Hey everyone I'm back with a new Homestuck fanfiction, this time with trolls! All 12 chapters will be posted today in honour of one full year of being on this website! To think a year ago I first entered this website, and post chapter one of my first fanfiction. Ah back then I was so young, so innocent, man have things changed in the past year. My fanfictions have certainly gotten darker since then. We I first got here I though I wouldn't do scary, graphic fanfictions, but here we are, yet another creepy fanfiction, completed by me. Anyways, whether you read this on the one year mark or not enjoy! Trigger warnings thanks to Kankri before each chapter just in case.
Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck, if I did, I would have probably been killed by the fandom at this point.
Trigger warning from Kankri: A6and9nment, self harm, ver6al fights, girlxgirl (n9thing graphic), discriminati9n, depressi9n.
My Name is Feferi, I love the colour pink. This is my story. I grew up like a princess, spoiled, rich. I was the youngest of two. It was always her and I, Meenah and Feferi. We were raised to rule the world, because one day we will. Our wasn't always nice to others, but we followed her rules. We were treated like royalty, and she only wanted the best for us. The best included other kids like us.
She let me visit this boy, Eridan Ampora. We became friends, since mom let us talk. She reminded me everyday, we were the best. No matter what, we were the richest, and most important. When Meenah went to school, I missed her. Eridan was allowed to play with others, unlike me. He got to play with kids that were rich, but not royal like him. Meenah told me about school, there were even more kids there. She no longer had to talk to Cronus, who was mean to her. I didn't like Cronus, but mom let Meenah talk to him, he was a noble too, just like his brother. I couldn't wait to go to school with her. She told me I would love it. I could talk to the other kids, not just my one friend.
Three years later I got to go to school. Meenah brought me to class. My mom told me I was better than everyone there, but I wasn't sure. They looked a lot like me, how could I be any better. There was one big difference, I was dress like a princess, they weren't. I didn't feel like a princess that day, I felt alone. I met kids who weren't rich, and didn't care. Mom told be being rich was important, but I no longer cared about that. We were all equal, no matter what.
I was always happy at school, I got a new friend, her name is Aradia. She's sad a lot, but I try to cheer her up. She won't tell me why though. I no longer hang out with Eridan, because I am not forced too. Aradia isn't like Eridan, because I picked her as a friend. I was friends with Eridan because of our richness. Mom wouldn't like me playing with Aradia, because she's poor, but I don't care.
Meenah and I spoke less, and less. One day she didn't come home until late. Her and mom had a fight. It was really loud, and I couldn't sleep. Meenah came up into my room. Her friend Aranea, she was someone mom didn't like. They were dating now, I've seen them kiss at school. They are so cute together. Mom is making Meenah leave forever tomorrow. I don't want that to happen, and I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up she was gone, and I didn't see her for a long time.
When Mom found out I was friends with Aradia, she yelled at me. She said I was worst than Meenah. I cried, but this time it wasn't just the tear staining my sheets, but blood too. The colour mixed nice with my pink sheets. I went to school with a smile, I looked happy. Not even Aradia knew that I was hiding scars. Each day I went to school and smiled, each night, I cut. I know why Meenah left now, she hated this place. A place we were once princesses in, is now a prison. Now I see why Aradia doesn't smile, it takes work to pretend you're okay each day.
My tiara is gone, and skin covered in lines. I look happy, I am in a good home after all. I hide my scars, my pain. Even mom thinks I no longer talk to the poorer girl. She can't control me anymore, because I give up. No one is better than me, so I can never be happy. My red blood drips on the pink sheets, oh how I wish they matched. Pink blood, the shade of cherry blossoms. I go to sleep, tears stained on my face. I wake up, wash my face, and hide the pain behind a hoodie, and a smile. I am still a princess, right?