A/N: I don't own homestuck :p

Warnings: -Will contain gory/bloody stuff (like, guts, knives, blood), and a really violent relationship. I like aggressive relationships, I don't know why. It just amuses me. All the blood. All the guts. All the crying, and the madness.

-Mental breakthrough

-Psychological themes

-Cannibalism, because I love cannibalism for some reason...

Everything was dark, he could hear nothing but his own breathing. It was cold, his face was wet, covered by sweat and tears; he was afraid, his body hurt all over, it was painful to breathe, and moving was not an option either. Not only did it hurt, but he was also tied with rope, and it sure as hell did a great job at making his wrists hurt.

He tried speaking, calling out for someone, but all that left his mouth were pitiful whimpers.

Out of nowhere, he started choking. His mouth was full of his own saliva, cutting off any air to reach his lungs, and it was dripping down his chin. Even swallowing made his throat hurt.

It really didn't take long, before he started hyperventilating.

Where the fuck was he? Was he kidnapped? He could barely remember the last thing that happened. His head hurt, as it is, and trying to remember did nothing but make it worse.

On top of all, he was blindfolded. Great.

This was freaking wonderful. He couldn't see, or speak, he didn't know where he was, everything hurt, he was fucking tied to.. what was this, a bed? It was too soft to be anything else..

The need to cry was welling up in his chest, but he managed to push it back; he was already miserable as it was, and his head already hurt. There was no need to make it worse.

At the sudden shift on the bed, he was brought back from his unsettling thoughts. Somebody was kneeling on top of him, his abdomen to be precise. Which, by the way, also fucking hurt.

Before a single word could leave his mouth, he heard chuckling. Like, the weird, creepy kind of chuckling, which you hear in a mad person. Oh was he fucked. However, the person was kind enough to remove his blindfold. How thoughtful of him.

As the blindfold was removed, and he was just about to say something, his mouth stayed in place, hanging wide open.

What, the actual, fuck. His, no, it's eyes were red.

Bloody. Fucking. Red.

Out of a sudden, before he could speak, he felt an intense pain in his abdomen. Fuck. His eyes had filled with tears, threatening to spill, as he desperately gasped for air.

"I'm not finished with you," another chuckle, "we haven't even started yet!" and then a laugh.

He could feel the disgusting creature move to his thighs, so when he lowered his head, it was above his abdomen. Oh, fuck, what is he doing.

He realized that he had been stabbed, and that the - that son of a bitch is licking his god damned blood. Like some god damn soup.

No! Get away!

The more he tried getting away, the more it amused the psycho, to the point he started nibble him. He fucking nibbled on him, llike he was some sort of food. The pain was burning, tormenting him until he finally let tears drip down his cheeks.

He couldn't take it anymore, it was driving him insane. In stead, he just closed his eyes, and let himself slip away, everything going black.

All he saw, before losing consciousness, was a wicked, blood stained grin and two wide, red eyes.

Sweat was dripping down my forehead, my eyes wide in fear.

It happened again. The nightmares just kept returning.

After we, somehow, barely managed to beat the game, I've been having these horrid nightmares. Of being eaten alive, being tormented, and killed, even. It was driving me insane. What made it worse were those red eyes I kept seeing. It fucked me up so hard.

I looked around the apartment small room. Making sure I was, in fact, there.

It was trashed, dark, no light managing to get in. It stank, too. Who knows, maybe something died in there. I wouldn't be surprised, really.

I sighed, frustrated, and went to the bathroom.

I twitched at what I saw in the mirror reflection. Sickening, pale skin, face covered by sweat and tears, hair glued to my forehead, dark bags underneath my eyes. My red eyes. Yes, they were red.

Ugh.

They sickened me, and so did my whole body.

My hair was pale white, just like my skin. So were my lashes, eyebrows, and literally each and every hair on my body.

After washing my face, too disgusted to continue looking at my own face, I put on my shades.

I always wore them. Both, so I don't have to look at myself, and so other people don't, either. To save them the trouble. And the other reason, because light hurt my eyes. And my skin. It gets irritated, quite fast.

It sucks.

It was currently only 11 am, so I still had time until I leave for work. I'd usually go to the gym, or for a run around the town so I don't get frail, although I'm not so far from it. Haven't been eating that much lately. The insomnia isn't making things easier, either.

I got dressed and left my apartment, not bothering to lock it, because who locks them these days. I know I don't. Ain't nobody gonna find anything important here.

I decided that I need to clear my head, and for that I don't need people huffing behind my back. And so, I went to go for a run, on my own.

There weren't that many people in town. Most were elderly people, or business men.

By the way, after the game, we sort of went back in time. We got to remember all the shit that's happened, but, our past selves, the things they did, the things caused by them, etc. are now all gone. Erased. Deleted.

Oh, and, trolls, for some reason, live on earth. As humans. Don't ask, I have no idea why, or how.

When was the last time I saw them? I barely remember half of them.

I can remember Terezi. She had ginger hair, pale, freckled skin and teal eyes. She wasn't blind anymore, though. She wasn't exactly tall, but not short, either. She had slight curves, but was mostly skinny. She's more of an athletic type.

Then Kanaya. She had tanned skin, beautiful dark, almost black, brown eyes. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown. It looked nice, against her dark eyes, and darker skin. She was curvy, had a thin waist, and she was tall. Like a model. She also had the most graceful walk you've ever seen. Like a swan.

Then, there was that Sollux guy. He had hair color in between ashen blond and light brown, sort of. He was lanky, and skinny as fuck. Did he even eat? He also had pale skin, and wore glasses, of course. He had heterochromia. One of his eyes was brown, while the other was green. It looked ok on him.

Then, there was Vriska. She had a scene haircut. Her hair was black,although she had dyed the highlights blond and blue. Also doing a good job, with bringing out her blue eyes. Out of all of them, she probably had the lightest, porcelain white skin. She was curvier then the other girls. Had that sassy look to her, too. You know; big boobs, large ass, permanent smirk attached to her face.

The rest of them, I don't remember much.

As I was remembering all the details on how they looked, I already ran through 3/4 of the path which I usually took. I was barely panting at all, but decided to sit on the nearest bench there was, either way. I was currently on a train station. Not many people were there, just two or three.

After a minute or two, I decided to continue my run.

I got up and, just as I was about to start running, something caught my eye. Rather, someone-

He was short, he had pale skin, dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Nothing special about him, really. Except the really lack of height. Although, looking at him, sort of turned a click in me. Especially the permanent scowl. As if I knew him from somewhere.

Before I knew it, I was staring at him like some kind of an idiot. Well, that's not creepy at all.

"What the hell are you looking at?" His voice was raspy, pitchy, like a kid.

"Uh, sorry," I turned away and started running away.

I just shook your head, trying to get rid of the embarrassing feeling.

A/N: I'll be doing the next chapter, tomorrow. It'll basically be about Dave going to work, and meeting some people. He works as a bartender, though.