Hey, guys! This is Homestuck, but with my OC.

I`m sorry if anyone seems OOC. I tried my best to keep them in character.

Without further adieu, Homestuck! Enjoy!

Remember that one girl? Yeah, be her.

There is a girl standing in her room, looking around with a confused look on her face. "But I`m me." She says.

Well for the sake of the story you are not you, now what is your name?

Lolo Gonzalez Sr. the Third.

The girl shakes her head, an unamused expression on her face.

Tragic Intrepid.

The girl, Tragic, beams and nods happily.

Today is a big day for Tragic, because today is the day she is supposed to get a game she has been waiting for a long time.

But since her game has not yet arrived she is kind of bored. She keeps looking out the window, hoping the mail will come soon.

A beep interrupts her wishing, and she turns to her laptop, which is situated on her desk.

She looks to see who is pestering her.

-ghostyTrickster [GT] began pestering tragicMachination [TM]-

GT: hey tragic!

TM: ...0h #3110 J0#n.

TM: ...#0w 4r3 y0u t0d4y? :)

GT: im good!

GT: how are you?

TM: ...Gr34t, 1 gu355.

TM: ...#3y, 15n`t t0d4y y0ur b1rt#d4y 0r 50m3 5#1zz13-w1zz13 11k3 th4t? :)

GT: im sorry tragic but your way of typing is very confusing :( but yes it is my birthday!

TM: ...50rry, J0#n. :( 4nd #4ppy b1rt#d4y. :D

GT: by the way do you have the game yet?

TM: ...N0, n0t y3t. 1 w15#, t#0ug#, t#4t`d b3 50 ch111. :P

GT: it would be

GT: rose is pestering me be right back

-ghostyTrickster [GT] ceased pestering tragicMachination [TM]-

Tragic stands up from her desk and glances at her mailbox. The little flag is up. Maybe that means that her game is there!

She shoves her feet into some shoes and bolts out the door excitedly.

She runs downstairs, past all of her mother`s collections of miniature gumball machines and out into the warm sunlight.

Tragic opens the mailbox, and sitting inside is a small box. Excited, she grabs it and opens it immediately.

Inside is not Sburb, but a miniature gumball machine that her mother had ordered a week or so ago.

With a sigh of disappointment, Tragic trudges back to her house with the BOX OF FALSE HOPE held loosely in her hand.

She locates her mother in her room, and gives her the stupid machine.

Tragic`s mother squeals like a child on Christmas and bolts to the living room, where she places the new gumball machine in a free spot. She looks at it proudly, then seems to remember something.

"Oh, by the way, honey, someone dropped this off for you." She grabs a box out of the kitchen and hands it to Tragic.

Tragic grins and runs upstairs to tear into it.

She rips into the box, and pulls out her copy of Sburb. "Hell yes." She gets on her laptop, and sees that Rose has pestered her.

-tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering tragicMachination [TM]-

TT: Hello Tragic.

TM: ...#3110, R053.

TM: ...1 ju5t g0t 5burb.

TM: ...D0 y0u #4v3 1t y3t?

TT: Yes. I am on and I am waiting for you.

TM: ...0# 5#1t, 0n3 m1nut3, th3n.

Tragic waited on her game to load.

TT: Your room is quite strange.

TT: Why are there so many gears just laying around?

TT: That seems like a safety hazard.

TM: ...1t`5 t0t411y ch111, R053.

TT: I`ll need to move some things around.

TT: What can I move?

TM: ...#0w 4b0ut t#3 b3d?

TM: 4nd m4yb3 my w0rk t4bl3, t00.

TT: Okay then.

Rose picks up Tragic`s bed and moves it out of the room and onto her front lawn. Then she picks up Tragic`s beloved work table and put it in another room. There was sufficient room now.

TT: Now we need this thing called a 'Totem Lathe.'

TM: ...0k4y, ju5t put 1t 4nyw#3r3, 1 gu355.

Rose tries to put the Totem Lathe in the corner of the room where Tragic`s bed used to be, but can`t.

TT: Tragic, I`m going to need you to clear out the gears that are laying around in that corner.

TM: ...But my g34r5... 0k4y.

Tragic gathers up her gears and captchalogues them. They group into one card and are placed in her Sylladex.

Rose places the Totem Lathe in the corner, and looks around Tragic`s large, sparsely decorated room.

TT: I might have enough room to put one more thing in here.

TM: ...Wh4t t#1ng?

Rose plunks down a Cruxtruder in another corner of the room.

TT: That thing.

TT: Do you have room somewhere for another thing?

Tragic thought for a moment, then nodded.

TM: ...1n 0ur gu35t r00m.

Tragic walks to the guest room, and Rose puts an Alchemiter down.

TT: Go back to your bedroom.

Tragic runs back to her bedroom.

Rose picks up Tragic`s dresser, and hits the Cruxtruder with it, sending the contents of the dresser everywhere. Papers fly all over the room, and Rose watches them.

TT: Why was that dresser full of papers?

TM: ...1 h4v3 n0 id34.

Tragic notices the green-blue, blue, and purple circle that comes out of the Cruxtruder.

TM: ...W0w, w#4t`5 t#at?

TT: That is supposedly a 'Sprite.'

TT: You need to prototype it with something.

TM: ...11k3 w#4t?

TT: Anything, really.

TM: ...#m.

Tragic looks around, and then she knows what she`ll use. She digs around in the toppled dresser, and finally finds what she is looking for. She prototypes the Sprite with it.

TT: I have to go. John needs me.

TT: By the way, cool Sprite.

-tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering tragicMachination [TM]-

The Sprite hovers uncertainly in the air, then slowly turns to Tragic.

It looks at her, then seems to almost smile.

Moosesprite: Hi, Tragic.

Tragic smiles at the Sprite which used to be the Moose plushy her mom gave her years ago.

Tragic: Hello.

Should I continue?

Let me know, okay?

By the way, some quick info on Tragic.

Her hair is dark brown and very short, like, boy short, and she has golden eyes. She wears a grey short-sleeved shirt with her symbol on it (the book cover), a black jacket, white skinny jeans, and black converse boots.

I hope you enjoyed!

~Tech