A/N: First AU (Alternate Universe) Homestuck Fanfic :D I know, I know... The shipping might be really strange, but I tried to include more than you think is simply in here. Yes, this is a Clownshipping Fanfic. As crack as that may seem, give it a chance, okay? And don't worry, I love JohnKat, so there MUST be some in here. Maybe a Quadrant all to themselves? Hehe. Please, give this fic a chance! GamJohn won't be happening for a while... This is gonna be a really long Fanfic, hehe! 3
Before you ask, NO. This is not going to include any DaveJohn. I'm sorry, but they are best friends (Moirails) and forever will be in my book. What is up with "Best friends HAVE to be together." Sorry, I think just friends are awesome xD But it's just my opinion and I'm not dissing on your shipping. I just don't wanna pair two best friends together... Yes, there is going to be some Kanaya and Rose shipping (OTP!). Tentabulges, yes. Gore, chucklevoodoos that freak you out, and some more that I'm too lazy to include here. Just know it's MATURE for a reason, dammit. Flamers shall be forced into joining the Gay Parade. Got to show their pride, you know? Denial shall not be allowed here in my Fanfic! Now read on!
Pairings have Quadrants, FYI. Yeah, remember those things?
(Tentabulges are Canon in here.)
Matesprit - Kanaya x Rose is OTP Shipping in here.
Matesprit - Gamzee x John is OTP Shipping in here.
Moirail – Dave x John is Shipped in here as this ONLY.
Kismesis - Karkat x John is OTP Shipping in here.
Kismesis - Sollux x Eridan is OTP Shipping in here.
Will take suggestions for other Pairings and Quadrants! :3
"Miracles In Blue"
Written by twinlyDementious
Chapter 1:
Unlucky Day of Every Year
John Egbert often thought he was one of the lucky ones. After all, he was still alive - unlike most of his kind. The invasion of trolls into his planet had been unexpected and there had been no way to defy them without the threat of being killed. His father had been one of the many that had fallen to their deaths - their defiance too much to be overlooked. John could only say that it was because of his age that he was allowed to live. He had been too young to defy them; too naive to understand his position.
From a very young age, he had been brought up and forced into the training on how to become a proper servant. He hadn't chosen this. Just like everything in his life, there was never a choice. All he could do was keep an optimistic thought to his situation. He was lucky, after all. Still alive, unlike his father whose last memory was a haze of endless red and pain. But still that darkness hovered at the back of his mind, whispering words that he often times struggled to ignore. Things could be worse, after all. He could become a servant to the High-bloods, as small of a chance as that may be.
Every day was the same, though there were times when it was filled with excitement from the Slave-Handlers who arrived for the next batch of 'ready' slaves. The scent of frightened slaves who were being yanked from line and into cages filled them with too much blood-lust. There had been those unfortunate moments with slaves that had taken the brunt of such blood-lust and was tragically, and often painfully, killed. John was one of the rare and lucky few that had yet to be taken; their ages deemed not yet appropriate and up to standards for being owned by any of the Troll's Castes. John was lucky and for that he was grateful. Though he often wished he could have been lucky enough to avoid the sight of death and the sound it brought.
Today was one of those days to be on your toes and your body braced for anything that may come. On the third week of every month the Handlers came for the slaves, whether you were ready or not. It just so dreadfully happened to be that of all days it could have been on, John had the unlucky chance of it being today. Of course, it was to be expected for him to have these rare bouts of no luck at all on this very day of every year. It would probably be even more difficult to keep track of the day once he was taken to Alternia when it was his time. Then he would have to follow their Calendar, which frustrated him to no end. He didn't even want to think about it.
"John! Hellooo, Earth to John! Haven't you heard the news yet? Johnnn!" The high-pitched voice brought him back to the present, where he had been before he had lost himself in his thoughts. It wasn't the first time and he had been warned of the consequences should he be caught so unaware, but John couldn't help but want to escape life every now and then. He often got lost in the strange castle made of lifeless gold and the sky that was filled with nightmarish clouds. His dreams haunted him even while he was awake.
"John! I have some news for you! Better stop the daydreaming now before it's too late, you know! 'Cause once you hear the news, you're gonna wish you had your mommy to hold you at night!" The malevolent grin of the girl who John knew to be his recurrent tormentor was shoved into his face. She was so close that he could see the light specks in her normally dark and gray eyes. She was cruel and it was a trait shared by most slaves here in training. Being a slave meant that you would never be allowed Quadrants of any kind. It was lonely.
"Ughh! Pay attention for once!" A snap of fingers in the face brought John back to the common weariness and irritation she often showed towards him. After all this time, he still didn't know her name. His ignorance in such knowledge brought her amusement, as if it were a game she played. Her constant weariness soon accompanied a pleased look in his direction. That was never a good sign in his book.
"There's no need for such a look, John." She fluttered her fingers and wiggled her eyebrows at him as if it might entice him - they both knew it wouldn't. Such an act would have received a slash in the face, no matter if Quadrants had nothing to do with it. It was strictly forbidden between Humans. The consequences were too severe for anyone other than this arrogant girl to just up and forget. Or in her case, ignore.
His grip on the scrubbing brush tightened and shook in an effort to keep himself calm as he stood from the floor to gain some much-needed height. A couple of the slaves that had been accompanying him in the chore all stopped to watch with barely-concealed horror. A few of their eyes screamed at him to stop. Any other day, they begged him. The ones who weren't made for such a disgraceful act of pleading, all looked at him with threat in their eyes if he didn't stop his stupidity and get back to work.
He licked his lips and braced himself for some courage.
"Well." His words shook slightly as he spoke, but he just wanted her to leave. He took another deep breathe, "I'm waiting to hear your news. We're busy here, in case you forgot what today was. This isn't the time to be-"
She interrupted him with her high-pitched obnoxious giggles and gave him a sinister look of ill-conceived enjoyment, "I didn't forget. How could I with my news?" She wiggled her fingers at him again, her cracked and pale-colored lips moving mockingly slow to overly-exaggerate and pronounce each word needlessly, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
She was mocking him for his ignorance as if it were a game. Except this time, it was a game that no one but her had the time for. She slacked-off as everyone worked. Acting much like a cruel Queen among slaves as if this was her own Caste. John just happened to be the lowest in her eyes. She had told him once of her hatred for his blue-colored eyes, how blue they looked and how it reminded her of the "blue bloods". His eyes were "too Indigo-colored for her liking". She may have seemed secretive about it, but all the slaves knew of her desire to be a Troll of very high Caste.
"Hurry up and tell him then! We're not here to be punished for you distracting us from our work!" A female slave with black hair and the greenest of eyes had stood with a fierce look on her face. Unlike John, she held no brush in her hands and she shook not with nervousness but with anger. She was pale-faced, but her lips were flushed prettily with pink and her face showed more youth than most of the slaves with their broken down faces. Her hair was cut with bangs that framed her face like a halo and left the rest to flow like a cascade of silk along her back. For a slave, she appeared more lively and healthy than most would.
There was another giggle, though it sounded different from the ones before. There was such an obvious edge to it that anyone who listened could hear the sharpness. Turning to look made him want to turn and run. The girl's pale face had twisted into an ugly grimace, her mud-colored hair that was deemed too light for her standards was cropped short and clung to her sweat and dirt covered face. Pale and rusted over rags draped over her figure with holes here and there. Bare feet covered in something even more filthy than her body left newly-stains on the recently clean floor as she threw her body forward in a rage.
"Shut your filthy mouth, wench." The words were hissed like a venomous snake about to strike. Filled with so much poison that it made everyone shiver, especially John seeing as he was the closest. There was something animalistic in her expression, in the eyes that stared at the green-eyed girl who stood tall in her garments that were much cleaner than the girl who spat at her. In this form of her that was so rare to be seen, she had bared her rotten teeth as if she had thought of them as threatening as they looked disgusting to anyone who looked. She held herself like a Troll, but she appeared nothing short of a delusional and psychopathic mad woman. She was no longer being playful, her mind too lost for her to act as flirtatious as she had been before.
John felt he should interrupt before things got out of hand, the girl that stood at the other end of the barely lit and slowly darkening hallway from them looked as if she was ready for a fight to the death. John didn't know how he knew, but there was something in her eyes that spoke to him. Something that called to him as she looked at him with a face that held a strange warmth and familiarity. She was protecting him as much as she was defending herself. She reminded him of his dream world but she was so much more brighter than the gold that seemed to pale like ash in comparison.
Like a breeze that left as fast as it came, John could swear that he had heard her voice telling him to wake up. "Wake up, John! Please, wake up!" But all he could do was blink and wonder at the strangeness of his thoughts, he was already awake and he had no need to be distracting himself right now. With a shake of the head, he turned back and asked the filthy girl what she had originally came to hear. Before he had even opened his mouth, she was turning to look at him with such a look of sudden and inexplicable calm that John found himself terrified to even ask.
She smiled down at his short-figure with her thin lips pressed tightly together. Her glazed eyes were heavily-lidded and her cheeks were hollow from the mouth that twisted it. She looked as if she were the walking-dead and there was an unfading spark of hunger that was raging like a fire in those otherwise tired-looking eyes. This whole exchange that they were having with this crazed girl who had long before tormented him, was now terrifying him more than he had ever thought possible. It made him wonder on what had finally made her snap.
As the sound of heavy boots came thundering into the empty hallway adorned with lanterns and its long high-arched ceiling, the sudden silence that had been hanging eerily from the words that drove fear into the heart of John Egbert and those that surrounded him was interrupted. There was a rushed cry from all but those that stood still from the news that had finally been spoken. Lips shook as one erupted into a laughter that was cut off from a blow to the head and the other in a soundless cry as he finally realized how unlucky he truly was. Green-eyes filled with fear as unseen tears ran down her face hidden behind the darkness of her hair.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE! YOU USELESS SLAVES! GET BACK TO WORK!" The two male Trolls clad in a lighter shade of blue that showed their Caste as being of Cerulean Blood stood at a dominating height over the slaves before them. The Troll tallest of the two had been the one who had yelled, his screaming accompanied with the slashing movements of his weapon. The red liquid that drenched the single rod of thick and heavy black metal was splashing red droplets all along the floor and the walls as it was swung repeatedly in a fist that flexed as he heaved the weapon in threat with his words.
The floor in front of him was stained with that same red that was now flooding around his feet like water. He said nothing as the slaves rushed around him to clean up the mess that was left behind from the departing Trolls, their laughter now ringing like a pitch of endless buzzing in his ears from the shock. The red dripped as the Troll swung it lazily at his side, the calm could now be seen in his shoulders and arms. John saw this, but he also saw the gaping hole and crushed face from the girl who had spoken her final words. Mockingly they echoed in his ears as if she had died playing that game she had so loved to play.
"Don't you know who you belong to? You should know, you belong as a whore to The Grand Highblood now after all."
Her eyes and lips were frozen in an expression of maddening delight. But deep down, John could see the envy inside her eyes. John paused to pick up the paper she had dropped, the proof to who had bought him was printed like a receipt on a small piece of paper. Like a contract to a demon, his name along with his day of birth was printed clearly with the title of the Troll who had purchased him. She had been speaking the truth.
His hands shook as he stared with a blank look to his eyes, his mind thinking only one thought. On the 13th day of April of every year, he was always unlucky. The feeling that had been persisting throughout the day was now at the front of his mind with understanding. This was worse than he could have ever imagined before.
Happy Birthday, John.
Note: I don't know all the names to the Ancestors, so I'm just going to use Post-Scratch names for the Trolls here. It's AU, I can work with it. Hehe.
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