REALITYSTUCK
Summary: A story about a group of young trolls and humans, who stumble upon and play a game. The game is not Sburb, nor is it Sgrub. It was another game, another game called Zeta.
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Homestuck. Homestuck rightfully belongs to Mr. Andrew Hussie, not me for I am not Andrew Hussie. I only own the plot, anything unfamiliar or not in the comic, and some OCs. Other OCs belong to my friends. I also apologize if there are any errors/mistakes. I tried to fix them all to the best of my ability.
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ACT 1: THE BEGINNING OF THE END
CHAPTER ONE
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The Alternian skies were pitch black, with white stars twinkling in the night. The green and pink moons shined down on the surface, sitting high up in the sky. Faint howling could be heard in the distance, probably from the lusii or the usual Alternian fauna. A large hive stood near the edge of a dark forest, cozily surrounded by tall trees. The front yard was surrounded by a large, lush garden. Dark colored plants made up most of the garden, while the rest were gems and jewels jutting out from the ground. The exterior walls of the hive were dark grey, with twelve-panel windows scattered all over the building. From behind the windows, a warm light illuminated them to appear orange. On top of the hive was a burgundy windmill, along with many pieces of cherry red cloth decorating the outside. A shadowy figure prowled around the hive, its smoldering red eyes glaring at anything that dared approach the hive. The figure was a dog-like lusus with three heads, large wings, and a mask of a Japanese demon. The ghostly lusus stood in front of the pathway that lead to the front door, carefully listening for any noise coming from respiteblock.
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The respiteblock was large and spacious, with plain grey walls and a burgundy floor. Various drawings and posters of Grim Reapers, afterlife interpretations, and eldritch creatures were plastered on the walls. In one corner was a desk covered in scrolls and books, and in another was a steamer trunk filled with gems, jewels, gold, and other rare treasure. Stuffed toys shaped like dragons or demons and clothes were scattered all over the carpeted floor, along with crumpled pieces of paper. A few whips, fedoras, and satchels were piled neatly near the door. There was no recuperacoon in the room. Only a small mattress was in the room, covered in blankets and pillows. It was odd, since almost every troll on Alternia had a recuperacoon in their respiteblock. But the occupant of this humble hive did not receive one, due to unknown reasons. Speaking of the occupant, the young troll was laying underneath the pile of blankets and pillows on the mattress. He slept soundly, curling up into a small ball.
The young troll soon started to wake. His eyes fluttered open, and a soft yawn escaping his lips. He rubbed his eyes as he got up, muttering under his breath. His black hair was a complete mess, giving it a shaggy look. A pair of large, ram-like horns jutted up from his head, looking almost bone-like. He was tall and lean, a bit on the lanky side. The young troll wore a long-sleeved black shirt underneath a large, baggy burgundy hoodie, grey pants, and black-and-red sneaker shoes. Printed on the front of the young troll's shirt was his sign: a glyph like a cross with curved arms and a head. Half of the sign was colored burgundy, while the other half was grey. The symbol to any knowledgeable human belonged to Pluto, the god of the Underworld and the Roman counterpart of Hades. But, to this young troll, it was his sign he had inherited from his ancestor.
Today just so happens to be a very special day for the young troll, as it was his friend's wriggling day. Before we can elaborate on what this fine young boy is about to do, he must be properly introduced.
} Introduce the young troll
Your name is Katsuo Erebus. You are a troll about six solar sweeps, which is about thirteen earth years. But, you do not know what earth years are, so this information is not really worth your time. As it was stated before, it was your friend's Wriggling Day. She is not your moirail, but still a very dear friend to you. She was the one to help you explore your interests, after all.
On the topic of that, you have some very odd interests. You have a fascination for necromancy and the concept of death and the afterlife. You also have a passion for dark and morbid subjects, such as eldritch monsters and undead creatures. You proudly admit that some of your interests are pretty macbre, but you honestly don't give a fuck. Death is a very interesting topic indeed, since it is said to be inevitable and that no one can escape from it. Yet, you have read countless of events where death can be avoided. Necromancy is another subject you find intriguing, especially since you dabbling in it because you can summon ghosts to obey to your every will and listen to the voices of the dead or soon to be deceased. Some like to call you that weird necromancer troll, while others say you can be call "The Necromancer" once you reach adulthood. You think that it's a pretty badass title to be called.
Nonetheless, you also have more lighthearted interests as well.
You greatly enjoy adventuring, roleplaying, gardening, and reading anything about gods and monsters. You could spend sweeps exploring through Alternia, digging up treasure and discovering all sorts of odd sights. Adventuring has been good to you, since you met your moirail on one of your little adventures. You don't like to go into detail about that adventure, but you can safely say that jetpacks suck and you hate them with a burning passion. Your moirail would probably flip you off for saying that, but you don't care because you know that he sort of hates them too. Rambling about your weird moirail aside, you like to roleplay. You and your moirail have created a Flarp group called Team Underworld. You and him roleplay as vigilantes/insurgents, who like to mess with the highbloods and steal their riches to give to the lowbloods. No one really knows who your group is, since you hide your blood colors and signs pretty well. Plus, you really don't want to get culled for showing those stuck-up highbloods whose boss, no siree. Also, your group uses code names that are derived from characters from your mythical tales. You are known as Hades Pluto, the leader of your group. Your friend tells you that you are going to end up getting killed if you continued with this, but you aren't afraid of dying. In all honesty, you know that that is a pretty reckless thing to say. But, you really aren't afraid of dying.
You also love to garden. You really really love gardening, despite it being more for the wimpy and weak trolls. You think it's really stupid thing that weak trolls are the only ones who garden, and that the highbloods who made that remark should suck your bulge and go shit themselves. Your garden is quite large, which is why it's located in front of your hive. You like to grow various kinds of plants, as well as place some gems and jewels on the ground for aesthetic reasons. You're not really worried about your treasures being stolen because your lusus likes to eat trolls who trespass or try to get near the hive.
Besides that, you also like to talk to your other troll buddies, who you think are pretty cool and nice to talk to. You are able to speak to them through a chat client called Trollian. Your troll tag is "ghostlyPariah" and you type in a manner that is "pretty normal and 9reatly mimicssssss your sssssspeech patternssssss".
You had just woken from a strange dream. What will you do?
} Katsuo: Think back to the dream
You close your eyes, the faint images from your dream flooding back into your think pan. Though they were blurry and brief, you were sure you had seen something from the future. Now, you don't have powers like that. As a...burgundy blood...you could control ghosts and move items with your mind. You couldn't read minds, or use chucklevoodoos, or have visions of two or eight-fold. No, you are stuck moving shit with your mind and able to talk to ghosts. Ghosts aren't good company, since they mainly whine and moan about wanting to become alive again. But you don't mind, since you know ghosts are just unlucky souls that got the shitty end of the stick.
Anyways, the dream was honestly confusing. You could clearly remember seeing something bright and blue, covered by pure white clouds. A male troll was holding your hand, telling you something. You didn't fully hear them, but you were pretty sure it was pretty important. After that troll told you something, you landed on some giant green thing, with more trolls and strange creatures. You recognized a few, like that weird shouty troll that likes horrible romcoms and has that oddly familiar sign and that blind teal-blood who likes to hang stuffed toys from her treehive. And right when you and a few others landed on the green thing...you woke up. And now, here you are, not sure what you should do at this point.
} Katsuo: Go back to sleep
You consider it, but shake your head. After that screwed up dream, you don't want to sleep for a while.
} Katsuo: Explore
You glanced at the pile of adventuring stuff near the door. You shrug, getting up. You suppose you could explore, just for a little while. Besides, you found this creepy-looking temple in the forest the other day. You really wanted to explore it, but the sun was coming up soon and you had to get back home before sunrise. The Alternian sun was too bright for trolls, and you really didn't want to get burned or blinded by that stupid ball of gas.
} Katsuo: Gather equipment for adventuring
You walk over to the pile and grab a few items. You take the fedora and satchel, because all adventurers need a spiffy fedora and handy satchel, but you don't get a whip. You already had a weapon in your somewhere in your satchel. Besides, whips weren't really your style. Sure, they were pretty cool and probably very handy, but you tend to always injure yourself when you try to use a whip. Your friends always question why you have a bunch of whips if you never use them. Maybe you keep them in the pile for aesthetic reasons, or maybe it's because in the near future you're going to have to use a whip. Either way, you rather not give away your whips. They remind you of a dear friend you had when you were younger. You always wondered what ever happened to them, since she had stopped communicating with you. You're not sure what happened to them, but you hope they're okay. If they had been culled or something, then the Empress is going to have a fucking riot with the young ones to deal with.
} Katsuo: Stop rambling and explore
You shake your head and sigh. Maybe you'll never know whatever happened to them. It's best to dwell about that bridge later than now, since you had some exploring to do. With a sigh, you place the fedora on your head and take a whip. Okay, maybe you should bring a whip. Whips were handy, even if you're very bad at using them. Either way, you had a feeling you're going to need it. So, you place the whip in your satchel for later use. You faced the door and opened it up, taking a step outside.
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Right as you placed one foot on the other side of the doorway, your lusus—Cerberus—looked towards you and growled. His bright red eyes bore into your orange ones, giving you a stern, smoldering gaze. Cerberus' faint yet harsh voice echoes in your mind, telling you in a very vulgar way to get back in your respiteblock and stay there. You inwardly groaned, remembering that he had "grounded" you when you somehow killed an Imperial Drone and almost let your location be known. You didn't understand it at the time (and you still don't understand to this very day), but you didn't argue. Your lusus is a very scary creature, perhaps even more frightening than horrible creatures you have read about.
You walked back inside your respiteblock, slamming the door shut. Well, waltzing out the front door is not going to work, unless you wanted to piss off your lusus. And, there was no fucking thing on Alternia that would make you want to—
} Katsuo: Answer troll
You glanced over at your bed, seeing a message flash on the screen of your husktop. Groaning, you walk over to your bed and sat down. You answer the troll, without even looking to see who it was.
—clockworkInferno [CI] began trolling ghostlyPariah [GP]—
CI: yooooo wha7 up, erebus
CI: hows my main 9hos7 summonin ami9o
GP: Hey leonce.
CI: wha7cha doin
GP: Nothin9 much, jusssssst tryin9 to get passsssst my lussssssussssss.
CI: ha, sti11 9rounded
GP: What do you think?
CI: u sti11 9rounded
GP: No sssssshit, ssssssherlock.
CI: well 7ha7 sucks
GP: :/
CI: aw come on dude don7 be 1ike 7ha7
GP: Whatever, what do you want?
CI: im a7 7he 7emple bro7ha
CI: u 9o7s 7o mee7 me 7here asap bro
CI: i found some rea11y coo1 shi7 and i go7s 7o show you 9uys
CI: im 9a7hering everyone up includin9 7he wri99lin9 day 9irl
CI: so 9e7 ur ass over here
CI: when u ge7 pas7 ur 1usus 7ha7 is
CI: he he he ;}
GP: Yeah, yeah whatever. Plussssss, dude, youre ssssssmiley facessssss are weird assssss fuck.
CI: fuck u bi7ch
CI: anyway
CI: im 7e11in9 you man 7his shi7 is insane
CI: all 7hese 91yphs and shi7
CI: spread ou7 a11 over dem wa11s
CI: and im here 1ookin a7 em 1ike a king overseein his kin9dom
CI: 1ike bi7ch yas 7his is my kin9dom
CI: i ru1e 7his p1ace wi7h a iron fis7 yo
GP: Im rolling my eyessssss at you, leonce.
GP: Fuckin9 rollin9 my eyessssss at your 6atshit nonssssssensssssse.
CI: wha7 fuckin9 ever bro jus7 9e7 over here
CI: u don7 know wha7 ur missin
CI: anyways 9o77a 7e11 7he o7hers bou7 7his
CI: im ou7
CI: peace
—clockworkInferno [CI] ceased trolling ghostlyPariah [GP]—
GP: Well...at leasssssst you didnt sssssstart rappin9. Err...i mean sssssstart layin9 down ssssssome ssssssick sssssslam poetry...
GP: O_O
GP: Okay, yeah no.
GP: Im clossssssing my hussssssktop now.
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You closed your husktop and shoved it into your satchel, shaking your head. You didn't really have time for your moirail's antics, but you were dying to check out the ruins. You glance at the window near the desk, seeing the woods through it. You guess you could always sneak out through the window and hike through the forest. It was a shortcut to the ruins, after all. Besides, your lusus never went near the forest. You had nothing to worry about.
} Katsuo: Sneak out like a boss
You do not know what "like a boss" means, but you sneak out anyways.
Adjusting your fedora, you marched up towards the window and swung it open. You climbed out, landing swiftly onto your feet. A soft breeze kissed your face as you stared out at the dark forest in front of you. Unlike the usual blue and pink trees around Alternia, these trees were black and dark red. Sometimes, you feel as if your blood is marking those leaves every time you glance at them, filling you with a certain dread you cannot describe. Your hands began to twitch and shake. Something was off, yet you couldn't explain what. Maybe it was just paranoia, maybe it was just anxiety. You just shrugged it off and hurried off.
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