Your name is the HOMESTUCK FANDOM and you keep seeing these flashing lights and colorful cue-balls in your vision.

You are the HOMESTUCK FANDOM, and you are currently being held back by your morial from potentially attacking someone or yourself in the matter. You've never been one to actually think in the right sense, but you have the tendency to really lose it at certain points. Other fandoms are starting to stare, the jerks that they are, but your mind is set on wailing at the top of your lungs while stringing in a few good profanities like usual. Your morial, Hetalia, is forcing you back in a tight grip and a rough shoosh-pap to the face for good measure. You can tell he is trying hard, though he hasn't gotten the grip on your 'weird alien love quadrants'. But, thankfully, after a multiple number of outbursts, he has gotten to know that force, cuddling and a nice pap will quiet you down for a period of time. Sanity has long ago left you, and the things that you've been most clingy to be Hetalia and your Dad, Hussie, who apparently has a knack for killing everyone or everything within his power. This is mostly everything. Your claw-tipped hands have sunk through your morial's thin black shirt, and your head if snuggled into it and your refuse to withdraw from it. Your wailing has reduced to a muffled sobbing as you dig into Hetalia's brown overcoat and proceed to crumble in his grip. It's part of your nature to have break-downs from time to time, mostly due to the many emotions you try to bottle up. Before you and Hetalia were morials, it was ten-times worse than this, because the other fandoms didn't seem to except you. Until now.

You can feel your hot tears stream down your face, while Hetalia just holds you so calmly while rocking you back and forth a little.

"Shh, Homestuck, your makeup is running. Here, sit up."

You're propped up gently from the safety of his shirt and you look up so pitifully at Hetalia. His brown curled bangs sweep down over his amber-chestnut eyes that you've always really liked. You find yourself reduced to sniffling, and you probably look like a mess, just look at your hands, you can see the places where the gray has rubbed off. Hetalia has literally forced you into a hug, yet you don't resist, head pressed to chest, wiping stinging tears from your eyes. A hand runs through your hair gently, and you notice the Who has crept over silently. A reddish fez sits atop a mat of mousey-brown hair, and a trailing long scarf wrapped tight around his neck. You don't want anyone near you right now, just Hetalia, and you see he doesn't either, causing your morial unmistakably growls at him. Wow, you've sure taught Hetalia a thing or two. This wards Who off his therapist-mode antics and you feel overly relived. As you cautiously glance around with a cold-hearted glare, you find that almost every fandom has (thankfully) left, so you're free to unwind. Your muscles are stiff from being curled up so long, and you finally just rest your head on Hetalia's. Right now, you feel really pathetic because this has been one of your worst breakdowns you can recall other than the breakdown in the Update Room.

"It's hard…" You trail off because your throat is as scratched as an old record, sounding a little deeper and thinner than it usually does. Then again, you do yell a lot, so your throat does hurt often.

"It's hard a-and nobody understands." You fear breaking out in tears again. Hetalia is showing natural fear on his face and won't stop petting you like a pet or something.

"Shh, Homestuck, you've had a rough day. Just quite down."

Actually, you don't think anyone knows why you had such a horrible outburst, but they wouldn't understand, not even your morial, who has always been there for you. It's just that you can't stop seeing those horrible images in your head, and you have no idea what they are. They're flashy colors and Lord English cue-balls, blinking and burning like an inferno. And it causes you literal pain. You can feel it through you head, and in your eyes, and run through your veins, so much pain. Fire coursing through your neon green blood like acid. Its hurts so much. It's not helping when you're feeling over-whelmed by all your new 'friends' that have happened to suddenly appear. It's just because you're dying…

Not that big or anything.