Tragic Intrepid: Bane of Souls

by TechnicalTragedy

This is Homestuck, but with my OC, Tragic Intrepid. A girl has been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the game, Sburb. It arrives, as packages tend to do, and she starts playing it. But she didn't anticipate the changes it would bring. Rated T for pretty strong language (it's Homestuck, people), violence, and mildly disturbing themes (nothing too crazy [I hope])

2. The Blade-Staff and the Paintbrush

A short amount of time in the future-

Tragic: Jesus Christ! It shouldn`t have taken that long to find my stupid blade-staff. Who would`ve thought it`d be in the closet?

Moosesprite: That was actually my first guess, Tragic.

Tragic: ...whatever, Moose.

She twirls her lovely blade-staff around, and looks at it lovingly.

Tragic: I always knew that there`d come a day when I needed this. But I always thought it`d be for the zombie apocalypse.

Moosesprite: You really believe in that?

Tragic: Hell yeah, I do! It would be fucking epic if there was a zombie apocalypse, so of course I`m in to it.

Moosesprite: We are getting off-task. You found your weapon, and now we need to find something else.

Tragic: Like what?

Moosesprite: Your machine just made a noise. I believe you should take that first.

Tragic nods and slides into her desk chair. Rose is pestering her.

-tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering tragicMachination [TM]-

TT: Tragic, I have something for you.

TM: ...00#, 4 g1ft?!

TT: Yes, sort of.

Rose moved her cursor over the icons at the top of her screen, and clicked on one of them. She dragged a box over to Tragic and carefully placed it at her feet.

TT: Your Sprite will help you with this, I have to go back to John.

-tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering tragicMachination [TM]-

Tragic picked the box up carefully, and opened it. A card sat inside, a strange card with holes all over it. The picture told her that it was a paintbrush and some paint.

Tragic: What the hell is this? Why does this card have fucking holes all over it?

Moosesprite: I don`t appreciate your language, Tragic.

Tragic: Fuck off, Moose.

Moosesprite: *sigh* Okay, then, Sunshine. That is a pre-punched card.

Tragic: What the hell do I do with it?

Moosesprite: Well, we should just hurry up and-

Moose suddenly seems to hears something, and he looks up, panic igniting in his eyes.

Moosesprite: We`re almost out of time. Hurry, grab the cylindrical item on the Cruxtruder!

Tragic: Uh... English, please?

Moosesprite: Grab the thing off of the FREAKING Cruxtruder.

Tragic widens her eyes at his tone, and so she hurries over to the Cruxtruder and clambers up on it, snatching the green-blue tube.

A weird sound suddenly slices through the air.

Tragic winces, and covers her ears with her hands.

Moosesprite: Put your pre-punched card into the slot on the Totem Lathe.

Tragic grabs the item out of her inventory and slides it into the slot.

A click followed, and a needle protruded from the machine.

Moosesprite: Good, now put the Cruxite onto the Totem Lathe.

Tragic places the cylinder where he tells her to. It stays there.

Moosesprite: Activate the Lathe! Hurry!

Tragic spins the valve on the side of it. The machine starts shaping the Cruxite, until it`s a totally new shape, and it tumbles down to the floor.

Moosesprite: To the guestroom! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Tragic sprints to the guestroom and looks at the Alchemiter.

Tragic: What the fuck do I do now?

Moosesprite: Put the Totem onto the platform! The one with the marking on it!

Tragic places the Totem carefully on the platform. She pushes a button, and a bright light flashes because of her doing so.

Tragic blinks a few times, trying to get the spots out of her vision. When she looks back at the Alchemiter, a paintbrush and paint sit there.

Tragic: Where did these come from?

Moosesprite: That doesn`t matter, just paint something!

Tragic: What the fuck, Moose? My mom will fucking murder me if I do that!

Moosesprite: JUST DO IT, TRAGIC! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PAINT SOMETHING NOW!

Tragic cringes away from the screaming Sprite, but quickly screws the cap off of the paint and dips the brush in.

It comes back dripping with paint.

Tragic throws herself to the floor and paints a line, then dips the brush back into the paint and makes another line. She repeats this process until she has her symbol painted on the floor in purple paint.

Tragic runs back to her bedroom, wanting to get something then come right back.

She notices a countdown on her Cruxtruder.

There are five seconds left on it.

Tragic: MOOSE, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING COUNTDOWN FOR?

No answer.

00:04

Tragic: MOOSE YOU FURRY, FLOATING ASSHOLE, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FOR?!

00:03

Moosesprite floats into the room, and he looks at Tragic seriously.

00:02

Moosesprite: Tragic... don`t worry.

00:01

Moosesprite: Everything will be okay.

00:00

An ear-splitting noise is heard, along with Tragic`s, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Then everything was swallowed in an explosion of light.