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Ａ Ｈｏｍｅｓｔｕｃｋ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ Ｆａｎｆｉｃｔｉｏｎ
Greetings, fellow Homestucks! I made this entire thing in only two days [I'm so proud] But this fanfiction is actually just a roleplay session. Literally. This is the straight up context from the session, only with a few edits so it could be formatted into a fan fiction. Currently, it's only around 24 pages, but the role play session isn't finished. I won't be uploading part two and/or part three until that happens. The credit for this session goes to my friends that role played Karkat and Sollux, Eli and Les. They wrote all of the parts that had been from Karkats/Solluxs' point of view. I was Eridan, and the post was also made by me.
The only reason this exist is because my friend Eli [Karkat] told me she wanted to changed Karkats profile pic into a nice, dead Karkat, picture she found. I took it a wee bit far and it resulted in this beauty. The title Discord is inspired from a Homestuck AMV, Discord.
I went through much effort on the day of converting this into a story format so you all could enjoy this beautimous story~
Part two should be coming up soon, hopefully. :3
~LolliAlice
For quite a frame of time, Eridan Ampora had dissapeared without a trace into dependance in his own exile for only Gog knows how long after he had accidentally murdered the one he was currently red-rom for, Aradia Megido. No one was aware of his status; even some of the least sympathetic trolls such as Karkat began to worry of Eridan after his dissapearance.
The person that was possibly the most oblivious to worry was most likely Sollux, still attempting to heal the scars of fights in his mind with that 'cold douchebag' .The fact Eridan is a highblood caused the cameo of his reapperance to much likely be chaotic, especially being aware of his notorious past of disappearances and murders.
Highbloods tend to go after the lowbloods when they are on an insanity frenzy, so it only makes the distance of his relationship with the troll that was able to comfort Aradia much more far. Sollux practiced awareness during this time period for when Eridan would return, preventing any deaths.
At the time of his absence, Eridan was provoked by the thoughts of his previous morails and killings, wondering, what had happened, what had occured.. Was it really his fault? Eridan was always a bit satirical, he admitted, but at least he had the pride to show others what he was truely like, despite like all the others, he too hated himself.
It was their bitter responses and defying of Eridan that had caused him to relay in the place he was in, isolation seemed like the only method possible to save himself and resuscitate his mental state. Each time he did this, things only got worse and worse.
This time he kept seeing images, hallucinations, nightmares, of his morails, of people he just... Couldn't stand the thought of. Just because you don't want to think of someone means you hate them. He swore on his ill-pledged life he loved Aradia with all his heart, which made him grow weak, allowing her to melt his mind with insanity.
Every time he had a dream it was something about that fucking incident, always haunted with the grievious fact that he caused the situation at all his cost... That he, himself, was the center of his hate. Why the hell had he even allow his pathetic self to live anyways? It only impeded other lives selfishly.
Eridan had attempted suicide many of times before, all either being caught or having failure. Perhaps he just gave. Gave up at life. Gave up at death. Gave up everything. The only way he could resolve this was to quit these childish feats and face reality, despite how dangerous he was at this point.
And for some reason, some odd, odd, reason that just couldn't be explained, he blamed a majority on the innormously critiqual being, Karkat Vantas. Eridan knew he wanted to contact Karkat for this as soon as he would arise from the blue.
At the time, no one knew where he was, Karkat was alone in his half obliterated hive, shocked to see the unstable, devastated, man arrive without any notification or further notice. Karkat knew he was afraid, but tried at his best to look unaffected, remembering when... Gamzee... And just staring in Eridans drained of mercy purple eyes was a chilling reminder... That the Highbloods...
Shall eventually snap.
"ｈｅｌｌｏ， ｆｕｃｋａｓｓ．"
Karkat blank, a hint of surprise and fear at the trolls sudden appearance, knowing that he had been M.I.A for some time. Karkat's mouth hung agape, moments later, he regained his composure, raising an eyebrow as he slowly rised from his chair, pushing it in behind him as he steped forward some, narrowing his eyes slightly as he tilted his head down a bit, slightly 'death staring' Eridan,
"OH, LOOK WHO DECIDED TO RETURN... THE LONELY HIPSTER. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"
Eridans glare only grew more harsh as each second went by, clenching hard to the wand in one of his hands to assist in leasing some of his tension so that he would not maim Karkat at that second. But hell, he still thought with all of his damned heart that Karkat truly did deserve death.
More than death. Eridan shuffled a step closer hauntingly, slowly, his mouth opening to display his pearly white teeth whom were all large canines. He knew he was about to do something to the troll in order to weaken him before his death to make killing this stubborn lowblood easier.
"ＳＨＵＴ ＴＨＥ ＦＵＣＫ ＵＰ！" He barked harshly.
ｉｓｎ'ｔｉｔ ｆｕｃｋｉｎ ｏｂｖｉｏｕｓ？" His head lowered, eyes still deviously focusing on the petrified lowblood.
"ｉｗａｎｔ ｙｏｕ ＤＥＡＤ．"
"ａｎｄ ｎｏｏｎｅ ｃａｎ ｓａｖｅ ｙｏｕ．"
Karkat's eyes widened once he heard "I want you dead." ... Dead. He hated that word. Even more than he may hate himself.
Though the many memories that word brought back still haunt his mind regardless, he never wanted to hear it.
Taking a step back in fear, deciding to attempt at retreating, he backed into the chair, it pushing in all the way unexpectedly, causing Karkat to fall back. He winces, then looked up at the crazed Highblood, making a remark of his sole piety.
"D-DEAD? ... WHAT THE HELL DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!" Karkat nearly sqealed, losing control at this point.
Hah. It was almost comedic, comical, to watch the red blooded troll abscond in fear. If Eridan could never create a positive image of himself, then why should he keep trying?
Being full of deceit was far more simple and thrilling, his insanity pumped through his brain like adrenaline, making him grow addicted of cutting short his strings, a murderous marionette now functioning with no master, no strings, and no controls.
Eridan almost wanted to grin at the sight of this sickeningly weak troll that always tries to put up a front of pride that all in factuality broils into sin, malice, and weakness. Just like him, without the front of pride. Instead of a grin, a wicked hackling of insanity fulfilled laughter picked in his throat, barely noticeable to the surface clad with grim, toxic, stoic, faux.
Eridans shuffling abruptly became avid, possibly only several feet away from bedoing Karkat to his anxious death. What had Karkat done to him? He did fucking everything, except his deplorable blood and attitude caused him to be a provocative target for the crazed, untolerating, highblood. He rapidly turned to his back, his hands also reaching for his invisible front.
"．．ｏｆ ｃｏｕｒｓｅ， ａｎ ｉｇｎｏｒａｎｔ ｐｅｒｓｏｎ ｓｕｃｈ ａｓ ｙｏｕ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｂｅ ａｂｌｅ ｔｏ ｄｅｃｏｄｅ ｓｕｃｈ ａ ｓｉｍｐｌｅ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｘ ｏｆ ｆｕｃｋｉｎ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ． ｙｏｕ ｄｉｄ ｉｔ ＡＬＬ ｔｏ ｍｅ． ａｎｄ ｎｏｗ．．．．"
Eridan actually grinned frighteningly, his eyes widened greatly.
"ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ａｕｔｈｏｒｉｔｙ ｔｏ ｓｐｅａｋ ｔｏ ａ ｈｉｇｈｂｌｏｏｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈａｔ ｉｌｌｉｃｔ ｌａｎｇｕａｇｅ， ＭＵＴＡＮＴ ＢＬＯＯＤ？"
Eridan suddenly dived in, flashing what had been his wand, which he transformed into a dagger on Karkats grey arm within a span of seconds, too fast to stop, he grabbed the arm and squeezed it harshly tight until crimson blood oozed down with shame to Eridans now flawed skin.
"ｒｅｄ． ｔｈｅ ｌｅａｓｔ ｄｅｓｉｒａｂｌｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｐｅｃｔｒｕｍ ｆｏｒ ａ ｔｒｏｌｌ ｔｏ ｍａｎｔａｉｎ ａｓ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｂｌｏｏｄ． ｙｏｕ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ａｓｈａｍｅｄ， ｙｏｕ ｆｕｃｋｉｎ ｌｏｗｂｌｏｏｄ．" This practical limerick Eridan had made to deface Karkat in murder made the mutant reflect on the memorance of his past, how the colour of his blood made him a frequent victim to unnessicary discrimination such as this, except this example was far more drastic.
With disbelief, Karkat slowly looked down at his arm, cringing as the blood spilled out, making a small, whimpering noise. He didn't even attempt at shoving Eridan away, just giving in, believing that he caused this. That it was HIS fault. That's what everyone says, right? "It's your fault. You caused this. It's always YOU." ... Yeah, that's what they all say.
Tears began to fill Karkat's eyes as the pain continued to worsen, a single mutant red tear slipping down his cheek. He stayed quiet, knowing that if he said anything, it would only make the highblood angrier...
Eridan only laughed manically even more, satisfied by one of the few victors he had ever had. Murder. Murder was something, despite whether he enjoyed it, had been a specialty to him. It made him feel dominant to all of those people that abandon Eridan, it made him noticed, it made him known.
If being made aware of his existence was his largest desire, then perhaps he could carry on by attempting to murder the rest of the trolls to make them pay. But before he could get too far ahead, he needed to focus on Karkat for now and assuring his demise.
He could easily sense Karkats inferiority, making a mockery of it by releasing the dagger, turning over Karkats arm and splicing at his wrist, the cutting only grew more vile as the poor boy had flinched and whined at the pain silently, especially growing harsh when another mutated tear rolled off his cursed, cursed, body. Nothing could be done now, and Karkat was aware of that.
His only option was to sit back in despair, maintaining a stoic front that was unlike him without words. That was until Eridan quit scarring the tarnished skin and advanced the daggers blade from the lowbloods neck to the bottom of his chin, now face to face with Karkat, he whispered inhumanely,
"ｓｐｅａｋ， ｓｐｅａｋ ｔｏ ｍｅ， ｙｏｕ ｉｎｆｅｒｉｏｒ ｌｏｗｂｌｏｏｄ ｓｈｉｔ．"
The mutant low blood stared into the other trolls eyes, examining every little detail, color... The insanity.
Trying his best to ignore the stinging pain, his eyes drifted down to the dagger, once speaking, his voice small, and soft,
"... Go ahead. Kill me. Do it. If that's what you want, then so be it..."
After Karkat had spoke solemnly, Eridan knew now that he was completely able to manipulate the boy now... Oh Gog this was just perfect... Too perfect... Maybe he could torture Karkat a bit more before reaching the point of death.. No, it wasn't neccisary. Plus he could get caught.
Even though all trolls were completely oblivious to Eridans return [Of course, besides Karkat] He could still get caught. Eridan had to learn he was indeed a magnet of bad luck. Hopefully it wouldn't be like Karkats fucking ghost would murder him or anything...
Ｏｈ ｄｅａｔｈ， ｈｏｗ ｉ ｎｅａｒｌｙ ｈａｔｅｄ ｙｏｕ ｏｎｃｅ， ｍｙ ｐａｓｔ ｎｏｗ ｖａｎｉｓｈｅｄ ｉｎ ａ ｓｕｌｌｉｅｄ ｆｒａｍｅ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｄｅｃｅｐｔｉｏｎａｌ ｈａｔｒｅｄ．
Cutting to the point, literally, Eridan had deepened the now crimson-clad, glistening tool of death into his victims throat, assuring that no surprise such as screams would be able to escape anymore once he felt the tip encaved within the flesh blindly tap the bone, or possibly a nerve... Disattaching either one of them could mean death for the sorry, innocent, fellow.
Eridan felt a small, plausible, space when he deepened the dagger, meaning it was most likely both. Eridan could have killed him at that exact second if he chose. The thought was just so overwhelming..
He decided to allow the tip to explore deeper, slowly, making sure Karkat hadn't died yet by mangling his non-bleeding, yet pounding with blood, wrist in his choosy, unclean, hands.
"ｆｕｃｋ．"
Eridan whispered painfully, almost as if he was the one being tortured merciless.
"ｆｕｃｋ ｆｕｃｋ ｆｕｕｃｋ．"
He couldn't stand it. Just like he couldn't stand the thoughts of others trolls anymore. But he, the weak one, the powerful, abandon one finally was able to show someone else that had not known of it themselves, a virgin to its power, death.
Perfect. Only that single perverse curse could spill through his mouth, growing louder and louder each time it had been repeat... Until Karkat finally calmed a bit. His pulse was slowing, still going, and his eyes growing shallow... The time was near.
He squeezed his eyes shut, tears beginning to flow quickly down his cheeks, the blood continuing to spill out. Thinking about everything that happened... He realized, he hasn't done anything horribly wrong to the highblood.
Why is this happening?
Whatever, his life is already slipping away...
Everything began to grow silent...
The world tuning out...
Karkat Vantas had died.
Eridan ceased the pressure once the scrunching of Karkats eyelids had mellowed, his wrist had eventually grew cold and devoid of the moments ago frantic searing blood. That was it. That was officially the finis of this inhumane scene. Karkat Vantas had surrendered to a decreeing madman that blamed his self-angst in the random probability to the now fallen boy. Since he was now sure that Karkat was no longer alive, he released his wrist, witnessing its hard, lifeless collapse to the blood caked floor. The stained knife had been cowered out of Karkats violated neck with enough force, small, unpleasant sounds arrived upon removal. Eridan wanted more...
Until that emotion had stranded nemo. It felt that Eridan had been brain washed, in a coma, all under control of something else the entire time he swore his freedom. Foolish. Selfish. Even in the times he thought he wasn't, he truely appended those representations all the more. Eridan was no longer insane. He had no memory of killing Karkat... Only gazing down to find cerise liquid streaming from Karkats profound body to himself, and an abnormal, blood-stained knife-like object. Eridan panicked exactly the same as Karkat had done in response to the arrival, slaming himself into the wall, almost like the murderer was right there, standing over his horrible self as he crouched down, curling into a ball and weeping loudly, endlessly into his hands that spelled rue. That 'demon', negativity, or whatever it was that watched over him was present. The murderer, the one to be prosecuted had been none other than Eridan himself, becoming his own enemy as his insane blood-lusted side beckoned upon his conciousness, even if he didn't remember, even if it hadn't been him by any chance, it was still a person sharing the same mind, body, and grievances. Eridan knew some highb loods like him often times kill themselves or go missing because they can't stand the tension of insanity once you return to reality. He knew that reality was a sick sadist, but it helps people realize things about themselves. Eridan needed to realize that he was no longer safe, as if he ever was anyways. With his departed friends mangled corpse at his side, and the dagger still in his hand, Eridan knew the proper precaution. He removed his ruined scarf, revealing scars upon his throat that remained painful, still burning if flesh had approached them. Eridan attempted to cease his crying and clear up his vision, depositing the dagger the same way he did to Karkats throat, but moving it around more, assuring that death would be much more quick and likely. No one could stop him. Not even himself. He was powered like a lifeless, cold, machine, constantly manuvering the knife and occasionally screaming bloody murder when he approached certain senstive spots, still cutting through them as harshly as he did to the rest. Eridan failed to notice Karkat was more senstive, not having his throat cut at any time before this incident while Eridans throat was nearly adapted. Even though he could feel his breath rapidly growing weak, he couldn't stand it anymore and quickly took the dagger out his throat, closing his eyes as both hands held the purple-red mixed tool over the areal of his heart, whispering one sentence, grinning while reciting it before pushing it in and seeing the light…
"...Ｓ－ｓｅｅ ｙｏｕ ｉｎ ｈｅｌｌ．．ｍｙ ｄｅａｒ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ．"
ＥＮＤ ＯＦ ＡＣＴ Ｉ
ＡＣＴ ＴＷＯ ＰＲＯＬＯＵＧＥ
Sollux walked up to Karkat's hive, grinning from ear to ear, and bag hidden behind his back of some of his matesprite's favorite things. A fuzzy blanket, a couple agreeable romances, and some ice cream. Wanting to suprise Vantas, he let himself in, setting up everything in the living room on the coffee table.
With the amount of noise he was making, he imagined Karkat would have come down by now, but he hadn't made a sound, quiet as a mouse. Sensing something was wrong, Sollux ran up the stairs, leaping three at a time, and burst into the bedroom. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Unable to move
closer, his knees grew weak, and he fell to the floor, in complete and total shock.