Authors Note: Homestuck AU - Sgrub never existed, Alternian life continues. The trolls are now 10 sweeps old. Her Marvelous Admiration has begun a project - observing a planet put under the same rules and conditions as planet Earth.
TA

Your name is Sollux Captor. You are in a bad mood. This isn't unusual, it was rare to see a time when you aren't. You had been working twelve hours straight, angrily reading and signing notes for the current case you were presented with. Working in a detective agency wasn't easy, but the pay was excellent. It definately had more pros than cons, although recently the list of cons was slowly creeping up higher.

The current case Sollux was working on wasn't anything challenging. He had definately done similar cases before, but with tasks like this one came fuck loads of paperwork. Theft crimes were quite simple as the culprit could easily be caught, but consent from the victims to search their hive for clues, paperwork reguarding stolen items, and the fees on technology made the task monotonous and almost not worth the trouble.

Taking a final sip from his coffee, Sollux signed the last page in the pile. He sighed deeply, relaxing his tired arms and stretching his legs out a bit. The time was 7:17am. He had worked far overtime for the third time this week, but he didn't care enough to complain to his boss. He had nothing better to do back at his hive anyway.

The office was nearly deserted by now, apart from a cleaner mopping the floors. Sollux nodded at him as he walked past, exiting the building. He had missed any buses that operate this late, so it looked like he would have to walk back to his hive. Taking out an umbrella to shield himself from the sun, he began the treacherous walk.

Halfway there, Sollux realised he had accidentally brought his gun with him. Normally, he would leave it in his desk. Using guns was something he was not interested in, but it was company policy that he had one on him at any time during his shifts. He preferred using his psionics, but revealing his power to anyone could result in instant suspension and exile. It was a lot safer to pretend to have green blood, and it was very likely that Sollux wasn't the only troll doing the same.

Upon reaching 10 sweeps, Sollux had been allocated to a planet called Zanzabar. The planet had been emptied of life by the Admiration and her servants a few sweeps ago, and was being used as a test to see how troll life would function on a new planet. The population was mostly trolls of euivalent age or older, and everyone was at least a green blood, or so it was thought. Trolls of Sollux's mustard yellow blood, particually psionics, were being sought out by the Admiration for reasons unknown. It was very wise to avoid being found by her at all costs.

Sollux remembered Feferi before she became Her Marvellous Admiration. A few sweeps ago, Feferi and her monster lusus attacked her predecessor, Her Imperious Condescension who was on her return trip back to the trolls home planet. They ended up killing her, allowing Feferi to gain full rule over all Alternian trolls. The burden of ruling finally took its toll on her, and she became exactly like the Condesce, if not worse. Sollux had not seen his best friend since he was 6. The Admirse has put him under intensive watch. In fact, he had lost contact with all of his childhood friends.

He had finally made it to his hive. It was very small, but big enough for basic needs. Sollux was saving up his money for a new TV anyway. Anyone else would save up for a bigger hive, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself. If he were to last in this new society, the more he stayed on the down low, the better.

He placed the gun under his couch, and then sat in and began watching his TV. It was very small, and hurt his eyes a bit looking at it. It was way too early for any good shows to be airing though, so he just put it on the news channel. Sollux took off his mirror shades he constantly wore to hide his eyes and threw them across the room. He blinked several times, welcoming the small stabs of pain as they adjusted to normal lighting.

Adjusting to all the new words was difficult. Bus, house, money, jobs. He found it difficult to keep up, and tended to use normal Alternian terminology as much as he could, as long as no one could hear. Sollux stretched out on his couch, shutting his eyes and quickly drifted to sleep. He had left the TV on, and missed the report:

We have breaking news, the Bloody Murderer has struck again, this time slicing the arms off a citizen, leaving them to bleed to death. This is the fourth attack by this mysterious troll. More information will be provided later.

It was rare for trolls to fear a murderer, but the influence of this new society was having its impact on the normally violent minds of the trolls. If Zanzabar was able to run smoothly, the Admirse would most likely stop checking up as often, enabling freedom for the planets new inhabitants. The murderer was preventing this fantasy from becoming a reality.


CA

Your name is Eridan Ampora. You're in a bad mood. This isn't unusual, it is rare to see a time when you aren't. A life constantly on the run from the officers wouldn't strike happiness in anyone anyway. You have long since forgotten the reason why you do the things you do, which is probably for the best.

After a tiresome night, Eridan was ready for a long snooze. He had left a body to bleed to death on the opposite side of town. The media should be finding it right about now. This was enough time for him to leave town and return back to the cavern he calls home. It was right at the beach, which was far enough away from the town for the officers to neglect looking there.

Eridan was a stowaway on a ship to a fairly new planet called Zanzabar. He wanted to escape his previous life in the monarchy. Her Marvellous Admiration, his former moirail, had changed. He watched her become corrupt under the pressure of ruling over the trolls. She had abandoned her moirail, and in turn he abandoned her. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be as easy as that, and he knew he had to escape.

The Bloody Murderer was the name the public had given Eridan. After a few weeks on this planet, he grew bored. Hiding his face in his cape, he began murdering trolls. He had no other way to let out his anger. Before the Admirses rule, murder was not a big deal. It was even considered a sport, but now it was a felony punishable by exile.

Finally, he had arrived at his cavern. The entrance was concealed by water, conveniently earning Eridan access and no one else due to his gills. His cavern was quite empty beside from random piles of clothing scattered around. He fell asleep the moment he jumped on his scarf pile. In his cave, Eridan felt safe.

It was going to be a long week.