AN: this contains very sensitive material IE: self harm/abuse and language. If you don't like it please don't read this.
This also contains heavy amounts of Karezi, Solkat, Davekat, and Jadekat. If you don't like those either, please don't read this.
If neither of those topics bother you, be forewarned. This is a sadstuck story, one in which contains potential spoilers to any and all parts of homestuck, to which specifics shall not be listed only because I have no clue what might or might not be present in this thing.
This is a ONE SHOT. There is a huge chance this might never be continued at all. So yeah. Enjoy.
-CarcinoGenecist began writing a blog at 10:54pm on Saturday, December 2, 2013-
THIS MAY BE THE LAST YOU'LL EVER SEE OR HEAR OF ME. I CAN'T TELL YOU WHY OR HOW...IM AFRAID YOU'LL FIGURE THAT OUT ALL TOO QUICKLY. SO BEFORE THINGS GET FUCKED UP EVEN MORE SO OVER HERE ON MY END OF THE UNIVERSE, I BELIEVE I OWE PEOPLE SOME...APOLOGIES...AND THANK YOU'S.
SOLLUX.
EVEN THOIGH YOURE A POMPUS ASSHOLE MOST OF EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF YOUR SAD LIFE, I CAN'T SAY I HADN'T HAD A BETTER FRIEND. NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I SAW YOU DIE AT THIS POINT. SO THANKS FOR BEING THERE I GUESS.
DAVE. YOU CAN BE A HUGE DICKWEED SOMETIMES, WITH YOU AND YOUR *LITERAL* SICK RAPS AND ALL THAT SHIT...YOU STILL PROVIDED AMPLE ENTERTAINMENT FOR US ALL ON THAT METEOR. I DONT HAVE MUCH ELSE TO SAY BUT THANKS. IF I MAKE IT OUT OF THIS ALIVE...I'LL GO FIND YOU THE BIGGEST DAMN THING OF YOUR HUMAN JUICE STUFF YOU CONSTANTLY SHOVE DOWN YOUR PROTEIN CHUTE AND WE CAN HAVE A MOTHERFUCKING RAP WAR ALL DAY. JUST FOR YOU.
JADE. YOU WERE THE MOST FUN TO TALK TO, TO BE HONEST. EVEN FROM THE BEGINNING (IN YOUR PERSPECTIVE) YOU STILL CONTINUED TO TALK TO ME AFTER I WAS SUCH AN ASSHOLE TO YOU. IT WAS REALLY NICE, CONSIDERING MOST NOONE ELSE DID EVER TALK TO ME AT ALL. I HOPE YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS CAN GO OFF AND LIVE HAPPY LIVES.
-CarcinoGenecist ceased writing blog at 11:24pm on Saturday, December 2, 2013-
-CarcinoGenecist began writing blog at 11:44pm on Saturday, December 2, 2013-
TEREZI.
I OWE YOU THE BIGGEST FUCKING APOLOGY I COULD EVER MANAGE.
THERE'S SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO SAY BUT I DONT HAVE THE TIME ANYMORE. OF ALL OF RHE TROLLS ON ALTERNIA, WHY I HAD TO FALL IN OVE WITH YOU IS BEYOND ME. I COULD NEVER HAVE GUESSED HOW AWESOME ALRERNIAN LAW COULD ACTUALLY BE, OR HOW GREAT CHALK TASTES, I DONT KNOW. ALL I *DO* KNOW, IS THAT I REALLY DO LOVE YOU. AND IM SUCH A FUCKASS FOR NOT REALIZING THAT WHEN I COULD ACTUALLY TELL YOU IN PERSON. INSTEAD IT HAS TO BE HERE OUT FOR EVERY PAIR OF FUCKING EYES BUT I DONT GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE.
I HAVE TO CUT THIS SHORT. KANKRI WON'T HOLD OUT MUCH LONGER.
HE'S COMING FOR ME.
HE'S OUTSIDE MY DOOR.
OH GOD.
OH GOD. OH NO OH GOD.
I HAVE TO GO.
I LOVE YOU TER-
-CarcinoGenecist ceased writing blog due to connection failure at 12:04am, Sunday, December 3, 2013-
And then it happened.
The silhouette of the Juggalo was outlined in the dim light of the hallway. You could hear the pained moans of Kankri from just outside the door. He'd thrown himself in the wake of the raging Gamzee so you could finish your confession, a sermon, as your dancestor mentioned.
The purple-blooded troll grinned wickedly, clutching a metal bat in his bloodied hands.
With a yelp, you scrambled backwards out of your computer chair, toppling to the ground. And in that instant, Gamzee pounced and pinned you to the floor. With a cry of rage, you attempted to free your wrists from his grip, the icy cold of the bat biting into your wrist, and you felt the sickening feeling of Kankri's blood dripping onto your palms and fingers.
Terror gripped you as the Juggalo stared right into your eyes, and you shrunk into yourself as he let loose a spine-tingling cackle from low in his throat.
"Don't be all up and gettin motherfuckin scared on me, Karbro, I ain't gonna hurt ya yet," he grinned again, sitting up a little bit sitting down on your waist, effectively keeping you pinned hopelessly to the floor.
He ripped off your sweater easily, exposing your scarred and bruised torso and arms. With a scowl, Gamzee inspected all your self-inflicted wounds as well as his own.
"Have you been all up and motherfuckin cuttin again?"
You don't answer.
"HAVE YOU!?"
With a whimper, and tears brimming your eyes, you nod violently.
"And just why...would you do that?" He paused mid-sentence to examine a fresh gash in your forearm that had stingingly reopened and oozed bright, cherry-red blood.
You swallow thickly, watching his figure blur as hot tears run down your cheeks.
"G-gam, let go of m-e, please," you mewl pitifully, sobs breaking apart your sentence.
"Let go? LET GO!?" Rage grips Gamzee's features, twisting his face into something horrifying. "Why would I do that?"
With a clang, he dropped the bat to the floor, managing to restrain your wrists above your head in one hand, whilst the other caresses your cheek in a surprisingly gentle way. "You see, the red-blood out there all up and died on me too quickly. WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT, MORHERFUCKIN KARBRO!?"
Your eyes widen in horror, more tears began to blue your vision and flow down your cheeks.
As the Juggalo closed into our throat, a flash of red and blue erupted in your room, and Gamzee was sent flying across the small space, slamming up against the wall with a painful crack. You were I scantly taken up in someone's arms, and moved immediately. Down the hall and past Kankri's lifeless body and out the apartment hall.
It wasn't until you and your savior got to the elevator room when he stopped and put you down. Your heart skipped a beat in your shock.
Glasses, one red and one blue, two pairs of brilliantly bright red-orange-yellow horns and a nasty lisp.
SOLLOX SAVED YOU?
In the moment it took you to register what the fuck just happened, the yellow blood called for an elevator and anxiously poked his head around the corner as lookout for the insane Juggalo.
"S-sol?"
He looked back at you and flashed a smile.
"Remember, you'd a'th'ked me to come over today two help you move two Nepeta'th pla'th'e?"
Your frown. You don't remember telling him that at all.
No time to dwell, you decide, as the lights suddenly go out. An eerie silence fills the hallway, and you surpress the urge to scream into the dark. You know he's out there. And close. And your stomach drops as you realize Sollux was just thrown into the middle of this.
"S-Sollux! You have to get out of here!"
The lights flickered on and off above you two.
And behind Sollux.
Stood Gamzee.
His figure only flashed for a second behind the psiioniic, and you shrieked at the image, stumbling back and falling to the ground. There was a pained scream, and a muted thud.
Pain suddenly erupted in the side of your skull, your head and just been slammed into the floor. Maniacal laughter filled the narrow hallways. Tightness gripped your chest and you gasped from a sharp cold feeling on your exposed skin. Blood oozed sickeningly quickly from the deep hole now gaping in the center of your torso.
"Tag. YOURE IT!"