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 FIVE
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} Nilima: Be someone else
You are now Leonce and you just woke up in a weird room.
You were in some strange room, lying in something that wasn't a coon. The walls were made of solid silver, decorated with red, orange, and blue flame-like designs. Bronze lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting the room in a warm, hazy glow. You laid on large, four poster bed, tucked under a pile of thick, silvery-blue quilts. The bed-frame was made of gold, with wind-like runes carved and etched into the precious metal. You had to admit; this room was pretty impressive. Fit for a high and mighty highblood, you think to yourself.
But where the ever-loving fuck were you?!
} Leonce: Get up
You shove the blankets away, throwing your legs over the side and fluttering your wings carefully. You glance down at your lap, pausing.
What...
The fuck...
Are you wearing?!
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You were dressed in golden, fancy pajamas. Okay, they weren't exactly like a tux, but they felt fancy. They were made of silk, judging by how soft and smooth they were. The long-sleeved shirt had a yellow crescent moon embroidered on the front, with little silver gems outlining the crescent. The loose pants reached down to the tops of your feet, with your toolbelt wrapped around your hips. Your feet were donned with plain, slipper-like shoes colored like your blood. What threw you off most was the cape you were wearing. It was a sky blue cape, with a high collar and a golden clasp shaped like weird windy-like emblem. Wind-like patterns were sewn into the cape, like how the adult trolls incorporated their signs onto their clothing.
This...this was a bit much. These felt like what highbloods would wear, those pompous bastards. You rather sleep in your undies than these, even if they were super comfy.
} Leonce: Go to window
You get up and walk over to one of several windows in the room.
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You peer out your window, catching your breath. Out in front of you was a Gothic city made of silver and platinum, with weird-looking figures with black skin. They were all dressed in silvery clothing, walking around and acting pretty chill. Their clothes were more lavish than yours, granted that you were in pajamas. Judging by the height, you were inside some sort of tower.
} Leonce: Contact someone?
You looked back inside your "room" and find a desk to your left. Your husktop and goggles sat atop the desk, while the ax from before laid next to a simple, cushion-y chair. You hopped onto the chair and opened up your husktop. Trollian pops up. You scan your chumproll.
Who to pester? Wait, you got it. Perhaps it was time to contact your moirail. It's been awhile, anyways.
} Leonce: Pester moirail
—clockworkInferno [CI] began trolling ghostlyPariah [GP]—
CI: yo
CI: wha7 is uuuuuuuup my bro7her
GP: hey leonce. thank the fucking gods i finally got a hold of you.
CI: whoa
CI: wha7 happened 7o ur quirk
GP: i decided to abandon it and type in a manner that is actually more comfortable. go fucking me.
CI: uhhhhhhhh okay
GP: also, i have something to tell you.
GP: im dead.
CI: WHA7
GP: half dead, i should say. im not FULLY dead, or else i would be saying im a full-fledge ghost. im just a simple half-dead troll with half a soul. still tangible and still breathing in a way.
CI: how 1ong?
GP: ever since the accident, the one where nilima beat the shit out of me and threw me off a cliff during one of our flarping escapades.
CI: fuckin9 dumbass
CI: bi7ch i KNOW wha7 acciden7 ur 7a1king abou7 i was fuckin9 7HERE
CI: s7i11 have nig7mares abou7 7oo
GP: im sorry i didnt tell you sooner, but i didnt want to alarm you nor did i want you to feel guilty. my death was necessary and inevitable. it was...sort of a punishment, i guess.
CI: for wha7
GP: something that happened in a place that no longer exist, i think. something that doomed our group from the get-go. im not sure what, but im sure i will find out once we start playing.
CI: i sor7a see
CI: oh 7ha7 reminds me im in
CI: wha7 do i do
GP: explore and get to know the area around you. talk to some of the locals and figure out where you are. someone will enter soon and will join you shortly, so you better get a head start to help them out.
CI: u 7hink ma is around here or sm7h
GP: perhaps.
CI: aigh7 swee7
GP: im planning to open a memo once almost everyone has entered, so please note that the memo is for serious discussion and maybe some idle chats. dont do anything...valdez-y, okay?
CI: i make no promises
GP: eh, good enough for me.
CI: k im ou7 ;}
GP: bye. 0u0
—ghostlyPariah [GP] ceased trolling clockworkInferno [CI]—
} Leonce: Get down to business
You shut your husktop and get up, picking up the ax. It starts to shrink, turning into a little keychain in your hand. You stare at the thing.
That's...new.
} Leonce: Captchalogue the damn thing
You tilt your head, furrowing your brows. What's a...captchalogue? You've never heard that word before. It sounded like some fancy shit that was probably complicated and a pain in the ass.
} Leonce: You don't have a sylladex?! What?!
You throw your hands above your head in confusion. What the fuck are you talking about? Sylladex? Now you're just talking fucking nonsense! You have no idea what a "sylladex" was, nor did you know how to "captchalogue" something. To be honest, those things sounded dumb. Why would you need a "sylladex" when you had your trusty toolbelt? Sure, large things like your husktop couldn't fit in there, but that's why you always had portable computers with you. You own at least seven computers. Two of them were portable computers, two were husktops, and the other was just a normal desktop computer.
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You quickly don your goggles and put the keychain inside your toolbelt. You glance at your husktop, biting your lip. You hope your husktop was safe here. It probably was, since there were no doors in this tower. The only way in or out was through the window. Good thing you had wings, or else you were practically stuck here.
} Thief.
You glance around, looking at the ceiling. What...was that?
} Thief, stop looking around your sleeping chamber like a ninny.
You stop looking around, and turned to the window.
} Thief, come on. Let's get out of here.
You climb out the window and flew out. You soared over the glittering city, taking note of the people walking around. Their skin was pearly white, looking hard and shiny, and their hair was pitch black. Their blank eyes were dark red, each one shaped differently. One guy had eyes shaped like spades, while a girl had eyes shaped like diamonds. All their clothes were different shades of silver and grey, with black and red tones. You wondered what they were.
} Those are the Argentumians. Their species are known as "Suits".
A few Argentumians looked up at you, pointing and staring at you in awe. Others either didn't notice you or ran away when they caught sight of you.
"Geez," you snorted. "Am I that ugly? At least I took a shower before coming here!"
} Idiot Thief. They're only running because some fear your power.
You hovered over the city square, glancing around. What now?
} Thief, fly up.
You proceed to fly up. Maybe you could get a good look of where you are. Maybe Ma is flying around here somewhere, looking for you. She gets pretty worried and scared when you're not around her.
You flutter above the city, freezing on the spot. Your jaw drops, your eyes going wide.
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Down below you was a large, silvery planet. The whole place was made of complex, Gothic buildings and structures. Two moons were chained to the planet, each with six towers on them. Everything in this place was either silver or steel-grey, which explains why this place was called Argentum. The only splash of color was a pure white palace at the center of the planet.
} Thief, go to the palace. Examine it.
You quickly dash towards the palace, your wings fluttering faster than ever before. In no time, you are hovering over the palace.
It was bigger than you anticipated, probably twice the size of the heiress' or empress' hives. Everything about this palace screamed perfect Gothic architecture, which made you drool a little. The towers were beautifully sculpted, the arches were breathtaking, and the flying buttresses were beyond perfection. The shades of white complimented the castle, with a few tones of silver here and there to ensure the whole place wasn't painfully white.
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This place was simply wonderful. You were in speechless awe. Your pusher was beating something fierce. Hot damn, you couldn't stop staring at this place like a love-struck fool. Were you still drooling? Probably, most likely.
Your goggles start beeping. Oh great, someone was messaging you. You slid the goggles over your eyes and answer.
} Leonce: Answer
—capriciouslyDeranged [CD] began trolling clockworkInferno [CI]—
CD: Ello ello there, mate! All right?
CI: sup cd ;}
CI: im 9ood how bou7 u
CD: I'm abso-bloody-lutely the bee's knees! {:D
CD: I'm just so full of beans about this game we are going to play. I'm just so gobsmacked that you want me to play with you guys.
CI: wh fuckin b1as7
CD: I'm bloody rubbish at games. DI and II get so fed up when I play with them.
CI: you11 do fine sis no worries
CI: 7rus7 me
CD: If you say so, brother!
CD: Hehehehehe. {:)
CI: hey sis 1is7en i go7s 7o go
CI: i wou1d 1ove to cha7 wi7h u some more
CI: bu7 i go7 some shi7 7o deal wi7h ya feel me
CD: Of course! It would be naff of me to keep you distracted. But, you better spare some time and bloody talk to me later!
CI: u go7 i7
CD: Right, cheerio then! {;D
—capriciouslyDeranged [CD] ceased trolling clockworkInferno [CI]—
} Leonce: Be CD
You try and fail to be CD. The screen remains the same. One half shows Leonce, still wearing his goggles as he stares up at the White Palace. The other half shows a shadowy figure, smiling broadly and showing off their pearly white fangs. Two horns rest among the mess of frizzy curls, with one straight horn taller than the other two, curved parts. CD is much too mysterious to be right now.
But, since it's time for another character introduction, why don't we try to be someone else?
} Leonce: Be someone else