=Be Tavros Nitram.
You are Tavros Nitram, a scrawny thirteen year old who is disabled. Much to you're relief, though, one of your friends (you think you are friends with him), Equius, is working on robotic legs for you. You are so happy to have friend(s)(?) like him.
Though really, you're not. You really want to be friendless; yeah, that would be better for you. Knowing very well you could never get rid of the bonds with your eleven "friends", you accept that being friendless is only a dream. But really, if you had no friends to begin with you wouldn't be in this situation - or any situation for that matter.
Right now you are in the head master's office. Why? Because of your "friends".
"Who, Mr. Nitram, else were you with?" The headmaster asked you in a tone that made you sad. Very, very sad: the tone of voice was harsh.
=Don't speak.
You decided to be silent. Not that you had much of a choice, though.
"Do not make me ask again. I will not be as pleasant as I was before." He played with a toy of his, a toy he liked to use against disobedient students - or anyone, for the matter.
You, as expected, stayed silent. Your fear of that whip was not as much as the fear your "friends" will give you if you give away their names. They were highly respected students (so were you!), and they thought that a lame loser like yourself getting caught wasn't that much of a deal. Apparently it was.
"You do realize that you cannot be expelled from this school; there will be no escape under my watch. But I will give you a choice, my young student. Either you tell me their names, all of their names, and I shall spare your punishment. If not, then your only other option will be to take all of their punishment."
You tried to hide your discomfort but the headmaster could feel it and, as if it was his job, he took measures to exploit it, to defile your puny thoughts about surviving.
"Just because you will not be expelled doesn't mean you won't die. This leather, the small spikes on this whip - wonder what part of your skin will it sink into, will it consume you in rage and fear for protecting those that weren't worth it? Now," He spat out diligently, "I believe there were three others? From my sources, there should be four in total, yourself included. Now, tell me if I'm right."
You, once again, refused to speak. But, your body not getting the hint, said enough.
"Ohh? So there were more than that? Oh dear. My school is filled with trouble makers. How many were there? Five? Six?" He kept going up and up and then he finally stopped. The headmaster could read him like he was a fucking open book, no doubt about it. "Twelve." The headmaster said grotesquely.
You look down at your nails. Yeah, they seem pretty interesting right now. Look at them, so ugly! They are still a little burnt from last night. They hurt like a bitch. No, worse; he knew how a bitch could hurt him and it was way more than that. Looking down at his "broken" legs, he sighed, worse yet to come.
"Now, tell me the names and I will let you go your merry way to class. Otherwise, I will sign a note that says you'll be absent for the rest of the year."
=Tavros, tell headmaster the other eleven names.
...
=Tavros could not understand. Try to make more clearer actions.
=Well fuck.
=Don't be Tavros Nitram anymore.
You are no longer Tavros Nitram. You are no longer thinking 'My friends are all fucking dicks'.
=Now...
=Who do you want to be…..?
=Just narrate the fucker, bitch.
=Could not understand action. Please be more precise.
=BE NARRATOR.
=You are now narrating the story. May the humor be ever in your favor.
=(Wrong fandom you fucking moron!)
-end of prologue-
So, I'm back with a new obsession: Homestuck. This is, obviously, my first attempt to make a Homestuck fanfiction. I have no idea if I will put romance in this, and if I do then I'm probably going to put all types of romance in (this is your warning!). I'm going to not make this a depressing story but there will be feels because fuck you. This will be an AU (I don't trust my knowledge of this fandom to have it not) where the game never happened. As I just started Act 5, you probably know more than me about Homestuck, my dear reader. So the character's past will be different but hopefully I will not make anyone OOC. If I do may the humor ever be in your favor. (chapters will be longer than this.)
