A/N: Okay, so this is my first Homestuck fanfiction on this site. This is basically a stupid, sadstuck kind of thing that I came up with a few days ago. It's short, and definitely not my best work, but I hope that you enjoy. This does contain spoilers for Game Over, so if you haven't got that far, only read on if you're prepared for the spoilers. Also, Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Homestuck, the characters or the preview image used, which I sourced from Tumblr. Thankyou for reading, and I hope that you enjoy.


Your Name is KARKAT VANTAS, and you've been a lot of things.

He can feel himself falling. Lying, suspended in the air, dark hair caught in a nonexistent breeze, the heat below him scorching his back as he falls. He only knows that he's gone over the edge because he can feel it. He can't see himself fall because the pain is too blinding, clouding over his vision in a blanket of white that has no end, paralyzed in mid-air, unable to move, unable to breathe, his eyes wide open but sightless all the same.

You've Been a Mutant.

He can feel the blood seeping through his skin, pounding through his veins and pouring out into the open for everyone to see. Red as the fire below him as it trails from the punctures in his flesh, it is blood that made him unwanted, blood that cursed his very existence, blood that he had hidden for so long, now exposed for the world to view, to mock, to laugh at. To laugh at his misfortune, laugh at how his body functioned, to laugh at who he was.

You've Been a Moirail.

He still can't see, still suspended in a stupor of blindness, but if his eyes could look up, he knows what he would see. The eyes of the person he had to protect, the person who had sunk blades into his skin and let red blood flow, the person who he had to calm, to comfort. But instead, he had ran in with weapons drawn. Once, he had managed to calm down the unstable troll standing over him. But now, there was nothing that he could do but feel his killer's presence, staring down with scars ripped across his face as he watched the mutant blood flow.

You've Been a Peace Keeper.

Memories play out before his fragmented mind as he hangs in the air on a puppets string, and he sees things from the past, as the only living members of his species stand together, ready to tear one another apart, weapons drawn and eyes filled with the need to kill. He knew that he had managed to stop them. He had prevented any more deaths, he had kept the peace, he had calmed them down.

You've been a Peace Breaker.

But where was he now? Blades embedded in his chest and pitched into the flames below because he has drawn his weapon. Thoughts flash across the blank canvas of his vision- if he had approached calmly, he might have calmed his killer down, he might have prevented any more deaths. If it could be done once, why not again? But his only answer is another stab of pain, ricocheting through his body as the strings drop him down again, closer and closer to the consequence of his own violence.

Hell, You've even been Dead.

The flames hit him all at once. Pain unlike anything he has ever felt slams through him, and his vision clears for a heartbeat, one of his last, and he sees the sky, the blue, clouded sky, filling his vision, snatching the pain away as it begins to fade again, blue blending into black as spots close in on his vision, eyes flickering shut as he sinks down, further and further, the descent painless as he lets himself fall.

But there's one thing that you're not.

The darkness finally takes over.

One thing that you'll never be.

A painless, numbing darkness.

And that thing is a Leader.

And he accepts it.

Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and you Failed