Homestuck belongs to Hussie
Prologue:
He woke up feeling a sharp pang in his chest. What happened last night? he thought to himself. He looked at his hand, then his chest. What the hell happened to my skin? he asked himself, It's all gray.
Karkat Vantas was a 19 year old college student from Los Angeles, working for his bachelor's degree in costume design. He was always the grumpy type, losing a lot of oppritunities due to his anger management issues.
The fuck is going on? He thought, getting up. Where is there a mirror? He looked around, dusting off his favorite black turtleneck sweater. First of all, where the hell am I?
He wondered, looking at the grotesque room. There was a computer, a gray desk, a chair, a red rug and an ugly white door. He opened the door to find a hallway.
Come on in Karkat, we have been waiting for you he heard a voice say
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
You know who we are Karkat. You can't escape us.
"I don't know who you are but get the hell away from me!" he yelled at the voice.
He started to run down the hallway, but tripped over his own foot.
Is he coming back, master?
He is indeed.