Aradia:

fc09 , deviantart , net /fs71/f/2013/230/a/c/aradia_heinoustuck_by_nyyra-d6is31v , png

th01 , deviantart , net /fs70/200H/i/2012/192/c/5/heinoustuck_aradia_v2_by_blackerthanblue-d56x50w , jpg

Official: 25 , media , tumblr , com /tumblr_m5zlgbzmYH1qkhx1bo1_500 , gif

Everything was darkness. Nothing was real anymore. She wasn't real anymore. She was just a shadow, like the things that surrounded her. Their hands clawed at her consciousness and their voices scratched against her sanity. Everything was red and black, rust and rot, dead and gone, known and forgot. Lifeless arms hung from her sides, winding tendrils sliding over the crumbling stone of her ruins. Dirty red blood had faded to brown, painted over the ancient remnants of a lost time. Faint burning sockets roved over the gore, wishing she could wash the filth from the walls, from her body. The navy blue that had once filled her now dried to the ground in dark, crusty puddles. And it had been such a lovely, foul color...

The figures at the edge of her vision screamed louder. She swayed under the wash of disembodied voices, numb to everything. They shrieked and shouted profanities in languages she didn't want to understand, hateful words she didn't want to know. She brushed another unnatural limb over the blood on the walls and floor, trying to wipe it away. She was not surprised when it didn't even flake. How long had it been since she'd hidden away in these ruins? How long ago had she vowed never to be seen again?

An image of strange color faded into and out of her mind, far too slowly to be a waking thought but hardly recognized before it had passed. Red on the walls, blue on the floor, yellow in her mind... Why did she try to remember? Why did she try to forget? Try as she might, she never could grasp either level of bliss. She lived at the bottom of a spectrum she hated, and here was one she would never find either end of. Only a few things were clear in her mind, the rest blurring together until she didn't understand anything. And try as she might to let it go, it always came back. Of the scant pieces of knowledge she had, a small number stood out the starkest. She hated light and darkness. She hated life and death. She hated colors. And yet the one foggy thought that always comforted, as well as frightened, was the color of mustard.

She closed her eyes, calling the memory and yet letting it slip away as her mind wandered the darkness. A smudge of yellow, a flash of blue and a red she didn't think of as dirty as her own. She turned slowly in the shadows, opening her eyes but still not seeing. One of the specters had said something with meaning. A sound, one familiar. Aradia? It, it was... Hadn't that once been her name? Insight found her slowly, recreating the memories once dead. There was the door, where it had been once. Now just a pile of rubble. This was her hive, where it had been once. Now just a tomb of ghosts. That was her moirail, who he had been once. Now just a body of decay.

A ray of light pierced her mind, a memory so clear and fresh that it hurt. He had came here, floating. But something was wrong... He was being controlled. If Vriska had messed up his mind, she was dead. The voices would shake him out of it. Wait, he looked different... Sollux? Oh, oh god. What had they- Sollux? Sollux?! Pain lanced through her heart, just as strong as the day she had seen him. He never mentioned how close his birthday was. He never mentioned what they had planned for him. He never mentioned that he was in charge of her transmutation.

He was so different after the surgery. They had altered him too deeply. He fought against himself. Of two minds... The thought made a bitter, hateful, wet sound bubble out of her chest. Is that what it sounded like to laugh? Or had that been her scream? The images kept fading into and out of her mind. Truths long pushed away came back to taunt her numbness. They were the first to be tested on. They were so young, too young. The surgeries didn't go well. It didn't take and had come apart. And while her body did not accept the foreign invasion, it was worse in her thoughts. Her mind simply broke. The ghosts that always haunted her found the cracks in her sanity and wormed their way in. She was driven mad by their screams. And she died before the real pain could start.

But Sollux... He was the first experiment. She was the youngest ever, but he was the first. He lived long than she did, or rather, they did. His one request, the only wish ever granted, was for duality. And so he got it. Two bodies, two heads, two minds, all connected by exposed tendons and veins. She had hugged him the first time they met. And it hurt him because it tore him at the seams - literally. He screamed, angry and scared, and attacked her. He didn't understand. He couldn't understand anything. He just knew pain and fear and hate. And he turned that on her.

She had nearly died then. Her lusus was the only thing to save her. And yet it ended up being a curse more than anything. The highbloods were tampering with genes and hideous ideas. Her wonderful guardian had done the best it could. But in bringing her near lifeless body to the scientists, they grew new ideas. When she awoke, she was a monster. The parent she had so loved was both gone and closer than ever. They were now one. The ghosts she had so feared were both gone and closer than ever. They were now one.

The young troll did nothing but scream those first days. And then she died. They took her death as the next step in their experiments, finally finding the proper age for transmutations. And she was freed from the pain...

Or so she had hoped until it she finally couldn't deny it any longer. In combining her with the dead souls, they took away her ability to die. She now lived forever. Or existed at least. They didn't know that. She didn't know it for a long time. Sollux - primal and instinctual in everything, no longer with a developed mind - had grieved over her the way an animal did. He had taken her body and ran to her hive. He had let her lay there, tormented within his mind. Minds? He tore apart her hive, creating the ruins it now stood as. He left her in peace, knowing but not accepting her death. Then the surgery showed its shortcomings and his body pulled apart. And there he lay still.

The ghosts shrieked again in their never ending mourning.

I never planned to bring in Sollux! Oh my goodness, how could I?! That was horrible! No, Thollux! Thith wath never thuppothed to happen! I never wanted to hurt you! *crying in corner* This was supposed to be only Aradia, how could I... No...

Oh, Sollux: th03 , deviantart , net /fs70/PRE/i/2012/296/6/e/hs_collab_heinoustuck_sollux_by_narichan27-d5im9mu , png

Oh, my poor baby: , net /fs71/f/2012/303/9/a/heinousollux_by_q_dormir-d5jfe0a , png

Flame me. Tell me what a horrible person I am. Give me something to torture myself by writing about. A pairing or character or something. Actually I feel like doing something over the Alpha kids. Someone give me something to work with or I'm gonna bust out the peas and carrots. Puppets and their masters are an obsession of mine, so lets see what Heinoustuck turns that into?

I'm not going to have a heart once I finally quit these things. How do I write these things, I don't even ship anything!