REALITYSTUCK
Disclaimer: I do not own 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 FOUR
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} Katsuo: Be the spider
A towering, pitch black Gothic castle stood on a high cliff, with a flowing river snaking in the canyon below. The elaborate castle had steeples, arches, and a bridge connected to two towers. The twelve-pane windows were a rich shade of scarlet, with most of them covered in silvery webs. A similar Gothic castle stood across the canyon, standing taller than this one. The glowing windows were azure, with faint cracks in the glass. On one of the towers, there is a large clock that ticks in a slow, soothing rhythm. A white rope bridge stretched across the canyon, connecting the two castles. Meteors were falling from the sky in the distance, but really no one was paying attention.
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The respiteblock was comfy and spacious, with smooth black walls decorated with silky white webs and various cocoon-shaped shelves filled with books. There was a large, scarlet window that lead to a balcony, covered with sheer black curtains. Azure ribbons hung from the ceiling of the room, while the royal blue floor was made of fuzzy carpet. Near the window was a scarlet recuperacoon shaped like a spider's cocoon. Across from the window was a large black desk with a crimson computer sitting atop it, along with a leather-bound journal, a couple of ripped-up FLARP rule books, and spreadsheets. A comfy, dark blue chair sat in front of it. Scattered and strewn all over the floor were an array of tarot cards and dice.
A young female troll sat in front of the desk, muttering under her breath as she rubbed her temples. The young girl looked tall and lean, with a semi-full chest and sharp, wolf-like fangs poking out of her mouth. Her cold eyes were mismatched. One eye, the left eye, had six smaller pupils surrounding the main pupil in a circle. The other was normal, with just one ordinary pupil. Both pupils had a ring of cerulean around them, while her grey skin had a faint dusting of cerulean freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her long, black hair was cut choppily, going down to her waist with long bangs that tended to fall onto her left eye. A streak of cerulean went down the middle of her bangs. Atop the spidery troll's head were a pair of twisted horns shaped like cornucopias. The female troll wore a long-sleeved, black sweater, black skinny jeans with white web designs, and knee-high scarlet Converse. She had on a pair of aviator sunglasses, with the azure-tinted lenses obscuring her eyes from view. Sparkling, obsidian earrings hung on her earlobes, shaped like spiders. Her sign was located on the front of her the sweater in cerulean, taking on the shape of a wheel with a strange asterisk-like star above it. To any human, this was the symbol for Tyche, the goddess of luck and fortune. But, to this troll, it was her sign that she had rightfully inherited from her ancestor.
Who is this mysterious, spidery troll?
} Enter name
Your name is Nilima Takara.
You have a love-hate relationship with your abilities. Your powers were a gift and a curse, a double-edge blade much like the abilities of lowbloods. It bothered you that your whole caste used their powers for dominance and loved it, while you hated invading other trolls' minds. You were uncomfortable of how easy it was to access their minds, how simple it was to nudge their choices towards your favor. Some of your caste could only control the impressionable, but you and countless others had full control of every caste. You've met some, and they really disturbed you. The only thing different about you was that your vision eightfold was more like clairvoyance. But even with that, trolls of your caste and higher envy you. You have to deal with them going "Dammit, you lucky bitch" or "Why do you hang with lowblood flith and not use your powers on them". You hate having to deal with that. You don't like it. You don't like them. You rather be the "lowblood flith" than hear the crap those pompous highbloods spit out.
Nonetheless, you are a huge dork for weapons and combat. You keep a vast collection of various weapons somewhere in your hive. You and the violet-blooded prissy prince make strategies for mock battles constantly, sparking up some caliginous feelings for one another. You like to study up on war strategies and the art of war itself, always running possible outcomes of battles in your head. You like to read a lot, too. You are a nerd for literature. Anything that involved indulging yourself in the comforting fictional world was music to your ears. Sweet, sweet music to your ears.
You also like to roleplay, both the dangerous and the friendly kind. Extreme roleplay is your poison. You love the thrill of victory, the rush of outsmarting your opponent. You love to roleplay with your friends, or at least you did. Nowadays, you usually went at it alone, fucking with others and just being reckless. You just roleplayed for the hell of it, and to help you forget some things you really want to forget. It was like an addiction, doing anything reckless to help you forget. But, your biggest addiction was gambling. However, that matter wouldn't come up until later into your session.
You like to troll and chat with your friends and acquaintances via Trollian. Your trolltag is "sardonicallyCharmed" and you "speak in a manner that can get quite sarcastic and a 8it dramaaaaaaaatic".
What will you do?
} Nilima: Contact moirail
You glare at the screen. You have already talked to her, and you're not planning to do it again. Seriously, how many times do you have to apologize? You've apologized to Erebus, and he was able to forgive you. Then again, he was half ghost and ghosts can't really feel anger or shit. But, half meant half, and he still could feel half of the things he used to feel. Whatever, Erebus was just weird. Your moirail, however, was not. Honestly, you don't even know if you're in that quadrant anymore. She wants you to pay, and you just want forgiveness.
"What the fuck, universe," you mutter to yourself.
} Nilima: Talk to someone else
You glare at your computer. No fucking way. You weren't in the mood for other people's bullshit. Nor were you in the mood to recruit. Your fellow teammates would enter very soon, and they didn't need warnings. They needed information, and you have decided to leave that to Makoto and Katsuo. The moving of plans and actions were left to you and a certain fuchsia-blooded heiress. Leonce had entered, and it was time to have the next person enter quickly.
} Nilima: Get down to business
You reach over and grabbed the weapon leaning against the desk. It was a long, azure tulwar, fit for a dashing pirate. The hilt was decorated with white, web-like designs, fitting to your spidery theme. The knuckle guard/bow was curved and twisted like your horns, but smoother and shinier. The pommel was more crescent-shaped, rather than the normal circular shape. The tulwar's long, curved blade was decorated with the same white web designs as the hilt, except they seemed to glow. The whole sword itself was about a yard long, probably too big for a troll your age but perfect for an adult troll. Everything about this weapon was breathtaking.
During one of your dangerous escapades, you plundered a ghost ship and found this laying amongst the dazzling treasures within. Your gut was telling you that it belonged to your ancestor, which you wholeheartedly believed it to be true. You used this weapon while you FLARP, and killed some very pissy and cocky trolls with it.
} Nilima: Sheathe your weapon
You pull out the black leather sheathe from the drawer and attached it to the belt loop of your jeans. You then proceed to place your weapon inside the sheathe.
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You walk over to your window, kicking it open and causing some of the glass to crack. A large, pearl-white wolf laid on the stony floor of the balcony. It was your lusus, Tsukiko. She raised her head at you, giving you a hard, questioning glare. You glare back at her, growling lowly. She narrowed her cerulean eyes, baring her fangs as she snarled at you. After a couple of minutes of intense glaring, Tsukiko nodded her head coldly and went back to sleep.
This was how confrontations between you and your lusus usually went. No strifes or anything stupid, just glaring and growling. You were glad your lusus was very protective and kind to you. It would've sucked if she was a high-maintenance lusus, making you do things you really didn't want to do in order to properly care for her needs. You wonder if anyone had that kind of lusus. You kind of don't doubt it.
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You pat Tsukiko's head as you leaned against the railing. Your neighbor's hive stood in front of you. You propped your elbows on the railings, resting your cheek against your closed fist. Man...you wonder if this game was worth all this trouble you were going to get yourself into. If your sources were right, shit was about to go down in a matter of minutes. Or seconds. You never knew with that guy.
} Nilima: Be the other girl
Meanwhile, in the neighboring hive...
The respiteblock of this hive was neat and tidy. The room had black walls, decorated with azure paintings of stags and trees. The fluffy, dark blue floor was clean and well kept, with a sleeping, snow-white doe lying in the middle of it. To the right of the doe were shelves filled with books and robot parts, while the left had a window that showed Nilima's hive. Behind the lusus was a dark brown desk, with an azure computer and stacks of paper. A female troll sat at the computer, staring at the clock displayed on the screen with a bored expression.
She was tall and athletic, with a muscular build that complemented her slim body. Her black hair was short and straight, reaching down to her shoulders. Half of it was placed in a bun, keeping some of the loose tresses out of her face, with short bangs reaching down to her eyebrows. A pair of crescent moon-shaped horns jutted out from her head, with one horn having its tip chipped off. The troll gritted her blunt teeth, careful not to break any even though she knew they would grow back. Her skin was grey, with a faint dusting of indigo freckles dotting her cheeks. Her almond-shaped eyes were narrowed, with a ring of indigo around the pupils. The young troll wore a black tank top, navy blue camouflage pants, and dark grey combat boots. Wrapped around her head was an indigo bandanna and a pair of fingerless leather gloves were on her hands, giving her that tough girl appearance. A crescent moon was sewn on the front of her top in indigo, which was her sign. It was a good sign, one that her ancestor used to proudly wear.
Now, who is she?
} Enter name
Your name is Andrea Venato, and you would like to keep this introduction short and brief. And, for the sake of this story, we will keep this short and brief.
You are a skilled and devoted huntress, with a passion for nature and its creatures. You are a natural with a bow and arrow, and love the rush of a successful hunt. You spend most of your time exploring the great outdoors, getting to know the flora and fauna of the wilderness. You prefer to be either by yourself, with your lusus, or with your friends. Being with friends was better than finding love. Romance was a silly thing, as silly as those idiotic boys who couldn't take a hint. You prefer platonic feelings over romantic. You also prefer only filling your pale quadrant, which is the only romance you plan on having, even though there wasn't much romance in that quadrant.
You also love the fine arts, such as literature and music. You are particularly fond of slam poetry. You also like to meditate to help calm your nerves. Some find it odd that you are so calm and somewhat friendly, that you liked such interests that most highbloods would scoff at. But, you don't care. You stopped caring ever since the accident.
You like to converse with some of your friends via Trollian. Your trolltag is "archersChastity" and "—} With arrows at the ready, you speak with a calm and intelligent tone —}".
What shall you do?
} Andrea: Get down to business
You reach over and grab a large bow that was leaning against the side of your desk. It was about a yard long, maybe more, shaped like a crescent and colored navy blue. Etched into the wood were silver, branch-like designs that glowed faintly. The silver string was strung up tight, thick as yarn but strong as steel. It was a good and reliable bow, probably better than any bow you have ever come across.
You found this bow during one of your hunts. You came across this gem while chasing a wild musclebeast. You had a nagging feeling that it once belonged to your ancestor, and you decided to go along with that feeling. You use this bow for all your hunts. You have killed some fine creatures with this bow, along with some unwanted attention. No one is allowed to witness your hunts, not even if they share your blood color.
} Andrea: Get ready
You stand up, holding the bow in your hand. You snatch the midnight blue quiver hanging on your chair, placing it across your body. You then proceed to place the bow over your shoulder.
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You walk over to your window, stopping right next to your lusus. You crouch down and scratch her behind the ear. The doe nuzzled her against your hands, nearly jabbing her large antlers in your face. You chuckle, and continue walking towards the window.
This was how confrontations between you and your lusus usually went. No strifes or anything stupid, just petting and avoiding antlers. You were glad your lusus was a very caring and harmless one. She has been a very helpful guide for many of your hunts, while also being the best listener.
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You open the window, finding your neighbor waiting for you on her balcony. She perked her head, waving at you. You waved back.
} Andrea: Look up!
You look up, freezing at the sight of the red-hot meteors. Oh great, what the hell is going on now? You frown, guessing that it was that thing about the coming events Nilima was telling you about. You had hoped that it wasn't something mundane and perhaps magical. But no, it just had to be something foreboding and fiery.
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You turn around and hurry out of your block. You run down a shitload of stairs, jumping and skipping over a few steps. It was a miracle that you hadn't lost your balance. Someone must have warned you about the nature of stairs in advance. What luck, you suppose.
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You exit your hive and stand in front of the rope bridge. The air is still and cold, silent as a mouse. You survey the area, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Just mountains and two of your only neighbors a few miles away. You wonder why you chose this spot to build a hive. It gets pretty lonely out here, but then again, it was close to forests you love to visit. Also, one of your friends lives just across the canyon. Still, it gets lonely out here.
} Andrea: Look down
You looked down into the canyon, seeing the river flowing about. Nothing special. Just some boring...
Hold your horses, what the bloody Dickens is that?
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Sitting on opposite sides of the banks of the river, two large structures appeared. From what you could see, they appeared to be large structures. One was a grassy-green crypt, seeming to blend in with the brown hues of the canyon. The other was a bright orange temple, appearing to shimmer and glow like gold.
What the hell are they?
} Andrea: Be Nilima
You are now Nilima.
You stand at your end of the rope bridge, a few feet in front of the front door of your hive. You saw Andrea peering over the edge of the cliff, seemingly fixed on something. What the fuck could she be looking at? There was nothing interesting in the canyon, just some rocks and a stupid river. Nothing to go apeshit about.
Still...your curiosity compels you to look.
} Nilima: Resist curiosity
You try and luckily overcome your curiosity. Instead, you walk over to the rope bridge and began to cross it. Dammit, Venato. This wasn't the time to get distracted by bullshit. It was time to be serious and get stuff done before we all died. What the hell could possibly distract her this long?
} Nilima: Get distracted
You were halfway across the bridge when your sunglasses started flashing. Trollian popped up onto the lenses, causing you to groan. Great, what chump wanted a piece of you now?
} Nilima: Answer chump
—ghostlyPariah [GP] began trolling sardonicallyCharmed [SC]—
GP: nilima.
GP: hey.
GP: are you there?
GP: answer me, please.
GP: look, a lot of shit is going to happen and our side of the session is running out of time.
GP: i want to tell you something, something important.
GP: i forgive you.
GP: i know i said that already, but that was towards killing me. i forgive you...for something else.
GP: i saw something, probably due to my mutation or maybe thanks to the voices of the dead. i think these are old memories, but im not sure.
GP: but anyways, you did some pretty nasty things. you were rude, ruthless, inconsiderate, and basically a huge bitch. i was a weak, fearful chump. andrea was a heartless highblood obsessed with the hemospectrum. atsuko was...different. leonce was a cocky shit, even more so than how he is now. the rest of our friends were different too, except for pi. he's still the weird piece of shit we know and sadly love.
GP: but, there were these other trolls there too. you had a crush on this yellow-blood, and i think atsuko was dating this cool jade-blooded dude? idk.
GP: we were playing this game with them and some of our friends. but, everything was shit. things were falling apart, and this session was doomed. we were all scared, unsure of what to do.
GP: then you and cd went crazy. you became this weird orange witch with fairy wings, and cd became this grimdark psychopath. she killed a lot of people, and you settled a score with atsuko and me.
GP: you blinded atsuko with your weird light power bullshit, and you killed someone i cared about. it wasn't leonce, because in this timeline he never became my moirail. which is why i was so wimpy and...lonely.
GP: you killed this girl that i had a crush on, i guess. i got angry, and retaliated by not being a sad bastard.
GP: long story short, doomed me realize a lot thanks to you. even though your motives were not noble, the consequences were necessary. er...well...i think they were. im not sure these memories are reliable, considering the fact that all i know is death and doom and fucking ghost shit. but what-fucking-ever.
GP: i forgive you for everything you did, because your actions helped us out in the end. im also sorry for what i did. i dont know what i did, but im sorry and i shouldve stepped off.
GP: i guess by the time you read this, you and andrea are probably going to be finding your temples and preparing to enter. whereas i will be sitting in front of my temple, waiting for my cue to enter.
GP: man, i hope atsuko and leonce are okay. i cant get a hold of leonce, and atsuko is doing whatever forest people do. i hope you and andrea are progressing more than me and suko.
GP: maybe i should talk to the others, see whats their status. havent talked to the others in awhile.
GP: im probably going to pester bh. i like talking to her. she's really...
GP: BUBBLY.
GP: oh man, i am snickering like an idiot right now. who knew half-ghosts could be so punny? not me, thats for sure. maybe that should be my quirk: making ironic puns.
GP: nah, thats lps quirk already.
GP: heh
GP: "lps" looks so stupid.
GP: heheheheheheheheh
GP: okay, gotta stop being retarded.
GP: ttyl, takara.
GP: bye. 0u0
—ghostlyPariah [GP] ceased trolling sardonicallyCharmed [SC]—
SC: No, Katsuo w8!
SC: Dammit, Ere8us. What the F8CK are you talking a8out? You are m8king ZERO SENSE.
SC: Aaaaaaaargh! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
SC: WH8T THE SH8T 8S R8G8N8 D88NG? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
SC: ...
SC: Oh...my god.
SC: OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD
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Your eyes went wide as Andrea jumped down the cliff and free-fell into the canyon below. You were about to scream when her lusus came out of nowhere and fell in after her. You watched as the doe swooped under her, caught her, and landed in front of some crypt with ease.
} Nilima: Flip the fuck out
You proceed to scream and screech and flip the fuck out.
For the time being, we'll leave you alone and focus on someone else. Someone that is also important to the plot that will also help us introduce the remaining members of your party.
} Nilima: Be someone else