Just a series of one shots about the trolls in my AU. Set in my Newthia AU, go read the profile thingy if you want this to make sense.
I guess this is mainly to mess around with characters and stuff. I'm not sure if the characters will remain like this, but I need to get some stuff up, because that will guilt me into putting more stuff up. So, this isn't very good.

All right, so you probably didn't read my profile. So, long story short, in a splinter timeline, or maybe an alternate universe, the trolls successfully defeated/won their game, as did the humans. Blah, blah, blah, in the future, their descendants and kids are on this planet waiting until they're old enough to play a version of the game and meet their ancestors/parents but things go wrong blah, blah, blah. This is BEFORE that happened. Just trolls goofing off, and me building relationships and character development, blah, blah, blah. All characters in this are of my own invention, Hussie, owns your soul and Homestuck so don't sue, blah, blah, blah. I think that's it!

For those of you wondering about the characters, they will be sort of a mix between the Beta and Alpha trolls, but with their own spin and stuff. They go by the last name of their family tree, so Vantas and Peixes and stuff. There's 12 trolls on planet. (Wow, huge surprise.) Does this make sense?

And, I reserve the right to make drastic character changes until I start publishing the main story part.

Chapter one: The Messenger
Starring: Serket and Ampora

Serket threw open the door. There was a thud, and a yelp. She forged forward, into a huge hive, and dropped a box of some of the most boring books she had ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on. But Megido had requested they be delivered to Ampora, and so they would be.
The door swung shut, and she glanced behind her. Ampora was glaring at her and rubbing his nose a little.
"Oops." She said nonchalantly. "Hey, I got your boring series. Is this one about magic?" She tried to keep the sneer out of her voice, she really tried.
"No, military exercises." He walked over and bent over the box. Ampora flipped it open and examined the contents. "My dreamcestor told me I should look into it."
"Oh, cool." Serket said. There was a silence as Ampora pulled the books out of the box. There usually was some sort of awkward moment when people checked their deliveries. It wasn't about not trusting her; if she left the island with some of their stuff still stowed away or if something needed to be brought back to someone or if something simply wasn't there, they might have to wait weeks before even being visited by her again. Everything appeared to be in order.
"Thank you, Serket. Would you like something to eat or are you busy?" Ampora asked, dropping a few books back into the box and standing back up. Serket knew she should get back, but Ampora had some really great food sometimes, and she was starving. It only took a moment to decide.
"I'd love something hot and fishy." She commanded. He nodded and led the way to the kitchen. He pulled out some stuff and started prepping something.
"So, Ser, I was thinking." He began. Oh, Sufferer, here it comes. She thought. "If you still don't have anyone as your Kissmiss, I thought maybe you'd like somebody to fill that quadrant?"
"Am, I don't want you in that quadrant right now. One, I'm feeling pretty platonic about you lately, and two, I'm not sure I want you in a dark quadrant. I'm mean, Moirails is out of the question for us right now, and so is a Matespritship. Someday in the future, maybe, but right now, I don't want you in any of my quadrants." She said.
Ampora took a breath, and she repressed a sigh. He could be so long winded, and she wasn't wasn't to listen to one of his "let's save the species" talks. But Ampora had listened through her spiel, and she promised herself that she would listen to whatever he was about to say. She reached over and grabbed a piece of fried something out of the pan, and popped in in her mouth.
"But Ser, what the next generation?! We are the last trolls in existence, and we alone are responsible for recreating our entire race! We need as many couples as possible, as soon as possible!" He said, picking up a plate. He dumped the food on the plate and set it on the table. He pulled Serket over and sat her down, taking a seat on the other side.
Okay, never mind. She thought as he took another breath.
"Aren't you forgetting our ancestors?" She said before he could continue. She took a bite of the food. "Wow, this is really good."
"Thank you. And they don't count. They're off flying around in space, so they can't procreate. Our feelings don't matter, only the future!" Ampora said, ending his sentence by banging a hand on the table.
"If our feelings don't matter why don't you ask Maryam? I'm sure she'd agree with you." Serket said. She was cramming the food as quickly into her mouth as she food without being rude. She wanted to get out of here, but high bloods did love their manners. Ampora let his head fall onto the table.
"I did." He said, his response muffled by the table. Serket nearly choked on her last bite.
"You did not." She said. There was a moan. Serket got up and made sure she had everything.
"She turned me down flat. One of my most humiliating rejections yet." Ampora said.
Serket looked down at the sea-dweller. She sighed and fished a small box out of her pocket. She opened it a little and set it next to his head.
"Look up in thirty seconds." She said. "I have a delivery here for you."

Serket left the building quickly. As she was getting on her boat, she stopped.
"AAAARGHHHHHHHHHH!" She laughed at the scream that erupted from the hive and swung herself on her boat.
She would miss the spider, but it was worth it for that yell. Ah, the joys of being the messenger.

There we go. The first post of my Newthia AU. Like? Hate? Don't care? Leave a comment! Confused? Leave a comment or message me! I'm open to questions and suggestions. I'll try and help anyway I can.

Also, if there's characters you want to see interact, feel free to comment requesting it.