A/N: First fanfiction, this is a prologue of sorts. This is an OC of mine that I like. The main idea is that she finds a portal that sends her into the after planet of homestuck. In this case all characters exist together because a merge of what we will call dream bubbles but aren't really that because the merging is permanent. Her main dwelling happens to be her room because her own dreambubble merged with all the other homestuck characters.

Because i started it off the way I did, the first few chapters won't have homestuckers. (Maybe chatting between them idk.) But this won't last long and the first few chapters are to get the gist of who my OC is in many aspects.

Enough babbling! I do not own homestuck. Andrew hussie owns homestuck and all aforementioned homestuck characters.

WARNINGS: Violence, gore, personal shipping of characters, OC use, possible character flaws( point em out please), buisness, and slight adult themes (possible parental abuse) RATED M for safety and, well, because its homestuck.

SUMMARY

There was a quiet noise in the house. Not disturbing but always there. The noise wasn't noticeable, in the day, but could be heard at night. If you were up late enough, that is. It only made sense that the first to notice it would be a kid. Right? Wrong. Or well... to an extent. The person who would notice it wouldn't be the one who was least expected, everyone knew who she was, everyone knew what would happen to her. The person who would first notice it would have even if nothing had occurred years ago in the very house. Death waits for no one and rarely gives passes. Fate isn't a friend. What happens, happens and no one is going out of their way to try to save her. This is her life. This is her destiny. And everything in it has shifted.

PROLOGUE

The day the house was complete, the first family moved in. The first family, being them who bought everything, was selfish and greedy. Of course, no one said anything about it, they must have earned it, and worked pretty hard to get it. So most assumed they had no right to put them in their place, after all, although they weren't as flamboyant and greedy with their money, they were pretty rich themselves as was most who moved into the neighborhood. This would never change, and no thoughts neared the possibility, the neighborhood would forever belong to the rich.

The family lived there for some time, through many birthdays and parties, but as their lives went on and developed, so did their companies. The company they owned wasn't a threat to anyone else's, at first, but soon enough evidence came that their large chain of businesses were as sneaky as the people who owned them. Scandals and threats occurred and false identities were found on the side of the road by abandoned cars. The scandals and lies escalated so far into crime that there was no way to save anything. Then news came of people disappearing and being found dead, fifteen days after being originally kidnapped.

None of the people were ever of any importance, especially not to the neighbors, who, despite their kindness to the many charities that were in the city, didn't care about a few missing people. Sooner, rather than later, more and more people disappear. This goes on for months, and the neighbors don't notice, or at least choose not to, until one of their own disappears.

She was small, though not young, and wasn't like anyone else her age. And despite her matching dark brown hair and ice blue eyes, she wasn't anything like her family. Her hobbies extended from what was proper for her class and age. She was very open and optimistic. And yet, no one really ever knew who she was. Despite her differences, she was the jewel of the family, and her disappearance wasn't unnoticed.

It was a long time before they found her again, and when they found her, she wasn't in the best condition. Her body was half eaten. What wasn't marred with teeth marks was an expanse of cuts, deep cuts, that extended past the bone. The girl's family, outraged and hysterical, often were found banging on neighbors doors, trying to get answers in the dead of night. The family in the new house were quickly exposed, the children missing, later to have been found in the same state as the girl, and the parents found passed out, unable to run from what they had done.

However the outcome, both parents sentenced to death shortly after they healed, the girl's family was still angry and wanted revenge that could not be had on the original murderers. In a whole different area, a forgotten son and his family prepare, having heard the news, to move into the home he had spent his late school years in. The girl's family had known this, of course, and made plans for the future.

Demise struck the neighbourhood, the parents of the lost girl were dead and chances of revenge seemed diminished. The children moved on and everything seemed to blow over. Or so they had thought.

The third family that had moved in, unrelated to the second owners who had moved do to the unbearable loss of their daughter, was the same as the other two, a daughter and a couple of sons. Besides the girl, the family had no resemblance to any other before them and this was a tradition that followed throughout the families that chose to live there.

There was, in total, 14 families slaughtered in some unexplainable ways. The neighbors, however knowledgeable, never spoke. And the families, repeatedly, kept coming. It could have stopped, but the easy way to end this came and went the moment the first girl let out her last breath. But the solution was coming, and rather quickly at that. The neighbors, excited, knowing somehow, that the end to the chaos was near. They did not know what they would have to give up to achieve it and they also had no knowledge of what fate of the once beloved order that their neighbourhood held.

The last family wouldn't come for years. School wasn't yet over and the family was vacationing in the summer the year they were to move in to their new house.