A/N: this is my first homestuck fic I'm publishing (mainly because I'm typing and not handwriting this). I love the aspects so those will be a thing in here. Tell me what you think! I know the style is a little choppy, I'm still getting that down. I don't own homestuck.
"Karkat Vantas?" You look up from where you kneel on the ground, head down and arms tied behind your back. "You've been found guilty of all charges, we'll be holding a trace on you, effective immediately. You'll have someone monitoring you at all times. Should you be brought back in, your aspect will be removed and you will be out in prison."
You tense up at the murmur that rippled through the room. They all think you're wicked, evil, vile. They know the pain that stealing away your aspect would inflict - especially one like yours - but they would do it anyway to stop you. Well, what they think is you. You've heard the stories of abilities being taken, you've met some who've had it happened. Sometimes it would be fine if it's a monster that floods in an takes over - your friend Gamzee had been that way for a long time before the Rage was taken away. It hadn't been pleasant but he was back to normal... ish. You'd heard from your best friend, Sollux, that his cousin had lost his ability to See and it had driven him off the deep end before the ability had been safely removed. It wasn't always so bad.
Then you remember the day that a girl had had her Light taken away and those near-merciful acts seem meaningless because she may as well have been doomed with how dark she'd gone. You shudder in wonder of what would happen to you.
You look up again only when you're grabbed roughly by your arm and dragged to your feet. You look up to see a cold and judgemental set of eyes looking up at the judge rather than eye you and put on a scowl. The man, no more than nineteen, pulls you out of the room harshly, tripping every so often on the uneven floors. Vision was minimal in the flickering lighting of the courtroom and you're thankful for your escort's good eyes.
Once outside, darkness gives way to moonlight and your thankful that it's not day or you'd go blind from the initial light after leaving that shit-hole. You're dragged unceremoniously through the cobble-stone streets, noting a few childish faces pressed to windows so they can watch the display. Of course, it's just your luck that this guy's home is /all the way across fucking town/ but it could have been worse. Obviously the council had found humility to be more important than quick access even with the charges against you.
And then you're there, shoved into the hovel. It wasn't as harsh as the rest of the trip but enough to send you to the floor, glaring up at your watcher. "What? You couldn't have been any fucking rougher?" you snap sarcastically, voice rough and bitter.
"I should just leave you tied up there, you'd be a lot easier to take care of." Oh god, that insufferable prick, with his obnoxious lisp, and that shit-eating grin that exposes his fangs, and those blue and red eyes that just seem to laugh at you. You really want to just fucking kill him but you would never do that to your best friend. Then again, he probably knew this all would happen...
"No fucking way or I'll be after you while you're sleeping. You're keeping a criminal in your house, watch your back, athhole."
And Sollux just laughs at you and your pathetic anger. "Come on, KK. I know you wouldn't do that, and you know you wouldn't do that, so why should I be worried?" He comes around and unbinds you carefully so that your arm doesn't twist anymore. "You're just so lucky that I'm me and not someone else, because someone else would just shove you away in a cellar. You should be grateful."
You scowl more and flinch slightly while working out the cramps in your arms and back. "Oh yes, I am oh so thankful that of all the asshats that could have supervised me, it is none other than the great Solluxander, stuff of legends. Please, Sollux, hold me while I swoon over the fortune that has befallen me." Your eyes roll and meet his before thawing slightly. Maybe you are lucky, but you'll never let him know that. Not yet at least, because it would just give him way too much to throw back at you.
With a huff, he leaves you and barricades himself in his bedroom for the evening. You yourself curl up on the couch, eyes falling shut. Even with how little you sleep usually, the last few days had beaten and abused you to the brink of exhaustion that you only really once you're laying down. Slipping into the land of unconsciousness, you're not blessed to be free of the nightmares that send you spasming regularly, you're just to tired to pull away from them.