Alright, my first chapter to my debute story on here. A lot of this is going to be written from the OC's point of view, because it seemed interesting to write it that way. My apologies any for atrocious grammatical errors you happen to find while reading. I once heard it said that you shouldn't judge a story until you've read the first three chapters, and I love that advice. Hopefully, you will too?

Blargh! Enough of my musing! Enjoy the story~


OH GOG. So Looking back on this, I realized the opening was kind of awful. So I altered it a bit to a slightly better explaination of the story's prelude. So yeah. Also, I was surprised today to find I'd been sharing my chumhandle with someone else for the past several months and never even noticed. they were awesome, and we got it all sorted out.

Anways, you can thank them and their epicness for me getting around to writing again, so yeah. if you enjoy this madness, I'm honored that you enjoy my writing, and you can thank them for more of it.~


It had never been my intention to become friends with the nubby horned troll. Then again, a lot of things had not gone the way I intended for them. It just sort of. . .happened.

It was now my second month as a troll. I didn't truly belong on Alternia at all, if I was being honest. But a curiosity had lead to a fascination, which had lead to something bordering on an obsession, which had lead me to do something stupid with my powers that I'm still not entirely sure of.

My name is Volpes Natore, and I am a player of sburb. A human player. At least, I used to be. As a seer of life, I was one of four players who managed to beat the game. But then things had gone wrong. Very,very. . .But we're not going to get into that right now. We'll get into that later. maybe. Probably in a flashback that may or may not involve a lot of shooshes and paps.

The short story is I doomed my co-players to a horrible fate, and they'll never forgive me.

Being the seer of life led me to many strange places while I slept, including other sessions of sburb, or the memories of them. There was always one group in particular I was always being drawn to though, an alien race, from an ancient planet, called Alternia. I dreamed of them, and watched them from bubbles of memories as they tried their best to win at their own session. The last bubble I was able to view was of a Demon clad in black, destroying the door to their prize.

I worried about them. I'd come to view many of them as allies in this insane game, even if they had never known I'd existed. I'd spent days thinking of what I might look like, what I might have been, had I been from their world. You might have been able to call me a fan girl of sorts. But what else was there to do, really? I was alone in my own session, with nothing to do. The last thing I can make sense of was falling asleep in the ruins of Prospit, hoping to find another one of their memories in a dream bubble.

And then I awoke in a familiar place, but one that certainly shouldn't have existed. I awoke in the hive I had imagined living in, had I been a troll. bringing my hands to my line of sight revealed gray skin. I had, in fact, become a troll, complete with two lussii I'd thought of before.

Naturally, I did what any sane person would do after waking up in the body of a fan-troll version of themselves. I slammed my head into a wall to be sure I was awake. and then I dumped a bucket of water on my head. and maybe a couple of other silly things. There's a good chance I would have jumped off of the roof of my hive if one of my Lussi hadn't dragged me inside and made me sit on the couch until I was thinking rationally again.

The first thing I did after freaking out was figure out at what point in the time line I was. seemed to have been dropped into Alternia about six months before the troll's session of sburb, they called it sgrub, began. I'd been given a blood color similar to Feferi's, whom I'd deemed my 'patron troll', being a picses myself. mine was mixed with a little more purple than the fuschia color of hers, but the fins protruding from either side of my head were a little hard to miss.

There was also another problem. My eyes were glowing. they changed from the purple of Derse to the golden shine of Prospit, one fading into the other repetitively. This had been something that had started not long after I'd achieved god-tier, but since I didn't seem to be able to use any of my other powers, I was surprised by this turn of events. It seemed I would have to find a way to hide both my eyes and my fins if I didn't want to draw attention to myself.


It had been hard, choosing who to try talking to first. Trollian was running by the time I had arrived, and I already knew the twelve troll's handles by heart. My first impulse had been to pester Eridan or Equius, the two trolls I had been looking forward to talking to since the first or second time I'd seen them. But then again, I was aiming not to fuck up horribly and make myself sound like more of an oddity then I already was. So Instead, I ended up taking a walk like I usually did when I couldn't think of what to do.

Let me explain what I now look like as well here.

I used to wear a lot of brown, but to fit into troll fashion, I wear a black, really soft and fuzzy jacket, gray jeans, a black T-shirt shirt with my symbol on it, drawn in silver, and a black knit hat, which has my charm attached to the side, as well as fox ears knitted onto it, which are white on their insides. My charm is a lotus, carved from silver, and my symbol resembles a music note, with a spiral as the base and the tip being a wavy arrow. the whole thing can be drawn in one line.

my hair is usually in a pony tail, aside from my weird bangs, which are spirally ringlets that I usually have hanging right along the sides of my eyes. my newly aquired horns poke through holes in my knitted hat, and they curve upward, like those classic little devil horns, but maybe a little less evil and little more playful. they jut out on either side of my head, just above and my bangs, but back towards my ears a little more. Er, fins I suppose. I like to keep my eyes hidden under my hat, but I'm still able to see through gaps in the knitting. my jacket has headphones built in to the strings, which are silver, and I usually listen to some kind of trance music while walking, because if I let my mind just wander these days, it usually settles on bad memories.

And trust me, I've got a lot of those.


I ended up walking into a nearby neighborhood, with a bunch of look alike hives lined up together. shaking my head, I smile a bit to myself, happy that I lived more towards the edge of town and close to the lake. I was still smiling to myself When someone slammed into me.

"FUCK!" Somebody shouted as the two of us went sprawling onto the side walk. I rolled sideways as I fell, coming up on my knees. months of combat mode had yet to wear off it seemed. The Ironic thing was, I recognized the troll I had crashed into. his name was Karkat, and he was one of the twelve people on the planet who I happened to know. Of course, that did nothing, since he had no fucking clue who the hell I was.

"FUCK. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Karkat was shouting, starting to pick himself up. I was already on my feet, and I crouched to offer him my hand, and a small grin.

"Sorry about that. I didn't have time to get out of the way when you turned the corner." I apologized, watching him ignore my hand and pick himself up, still glaring.

"I didn't ask you for some fucking shitty excuse for why you knocked me over, I asked you for your fucking name." He growled. He seemed to be actually looking at me now, noticing that my eyes were covered by my hat, so he couldn't glare at me directly."And how in the fuck you think you can walk around blind, with that stupid shitty hat covering your fucking eyes." And my new found fins of course, not that he'd notice those under the knitting.

"Actually, I see pretty well this way. I told you, I just didn't dodge in time." I repeated, grinning at Karkat's mounting frustration now. " And, my name's Volpes. Can I ask yours?"Karkat sighed, clearly trying to keep his temper in check now.

"No. you can not ask me for my god damn name. Is this how you make friends or something? you just go around knocking people over, arguing with them that's it's their fault you shoved them, and then asking for their name and assuming everything is fucking magical again?" he ranted, clearly on a roll now. I simply shrugged, surprisingly relaxed.

"I guess so, if you want to call us friends now. I just wanted to know your name." I answered, my grin widening as Karkat finally lost it. He lunged at me, probably hoping to punch my face in and knock me over, but I was prepared. I sidestepped him and grabbed his swinging fist, tripping him, knocking him to the ground and pinning his arm behind his back, then sitting on him, now trying not to laugh a bit.

"GET. . .THE FUCK. . OFF ME. . YOU SHIT EATING WRIGGLER BRAINED PIECE OF. . .ARRGH!" Karkat snarled, thrashing and wriggling in pure rage. I sighed, shaking my head, but I stood, releasing my grip, and then offering my hand again to help him up.

"Jeez. . . ." I sighed, still grinning as this time, Karkat took my hand up. "Look, all I wanted to know was the name of the guy I ran into. Would it be such a pain in the ass to tell me your name?" I asked, helping him up. Even if I actually already knew his name.

"Karkat. . . Karkat Vantas." Karkat finally relented after a while, eyeing me suspiciously.

"How in the fuck did you pin me anyway?" he asked after his rage had begun to subside. I shrugged, looking up at the setting sun. "I'm just good at fighting I guess." I answered simply, still smiling.

"Hey, do you have a trollian account?" I asked, my heart now beating a little faster. This was the important step, getting a chance to keep talking to one of them. Karkat glared at me, but nodded.

"Yeah. My handle is CarnicoGenesist. What about you?" He answered finally.

"dazedDreamer." I replied simply. I looked down the street and back to where Karkat was standing. "You live around here right? which hive is yours?"

Karkat shook his head, muttering something, but pointed to a hive three doors down. "that one. what about you? don't you live here, or do you just enjoy wandering the fuck around other troll's houses like a fucking creep?"

I grinned, shrugging. "I just like taking walks. I live over a couple blocks, by the lake." Karkat nodded, rubbing his forehead.

"I should probably be getting back now. my lususes are going to be waking up soon. . ." I muttered, watching the sun set. Karkat eyed me suspiciously.

"Lusus. . es? as in more than one?" He asked. I grinned, nodding.

"Yeah, as in two. Maybe I'll explain later. see you around karkat!" I said, turning back around and striding down the street towards my hive. I could feel an annoyed glare burning into the back of my skull, but I shrugged it off. I now had a friend. kind of. Maybe more of an enemy. But since trolls shared the same word for both friend and enemy, it could easilly have been both.