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.
~UPDATED: 02/13/16~
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ACT 1: THE BEGINNING OF THE END
CHAPTER SIX
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} Leonce: Be someone else
The respiteblock was probably about the size of a master bedroom, with the walls colored a slate grey and the carpeted ground colored neon green. The walls were covered with music sheets, various rock/alternative band posters, and posters with different memes on them. The floor had a few crumpled pieces of paper and a few articles of dirty clothes scattered over it. In one corner was a large, brown desk with a lime-green desktop computer on it with a neon green keyboard, a stack of comic books, headphones, a microphone used for recording, and a soundboard. A guitar leaned against the side of the desk, while a comfy purple chair sat in front of it. In another corner was a stand with a few random music sheet on it, along with other instruments neatly placed on shelves next to the stand. On another side of the room was a large bay window, with each of the three windows covered by green curtains. The seat of the bay window was made of fluffy grey fabric, with a pile of colorful blankets and pillows sitting on the seat. A queen-sized bed sat in front of the bay window. The covers were messy and unkempt, as if the occupant of the room couldn't be bothered to fix them.
Said occupant of the room was a young troll, lying on the unmade bed. The troll was of average, maybe a bit shorter, with a slim, athletic build. His round, orange eyes stared up at the ceiling with a bored look on his face. His grey irises had a ring of lime around the pupils, showing signs that he was maturing. Sharp teeth bit at his lips, and grey skin had the faintest lime tint. His black hair was shaggy and unkempt, curling up at the ends. The mess he called hair was hard to tame, resulting in his comb to getting stuck in there from time to time. The troll's candy corn-colored horns were shaped like a laurel wreath, wrapping around his head as if he was actually wearing one. The lime-blood wore a green-and-black flannel shirt over a black t-shirt, dark brown cargo shorts, and olive-green Converse. Around the boy's neck was a purple pendant, shaped like a circle with a weird plus-sign attached to the top. To him, it was the sign of his moirail. To humans, it was the symbol for the goddess Eris. Printed on the front of his shirt in lime green was a sun-shaped symbol. This was the symbol of Apollo, but the troll did not know that. All he knew was that this was his sign.
Now who the fuck was this asshole?
} Enter name
Your name is Delphi Sollio. You are known amongst your friend as that one weird lime-blooded asshole, which pretty much sums up who you are.
You love music. Like, you really really love music. Music is a big part of your life. You like to write and compose songs for fun or as gifts to your endearing, shitheaded friends. You like to consider yourself as a serious musician, and you're probably the best musician there is. When you grow up, you would like your title to be the Musician or the Composer. You want to be know for your great music. You have a lot of files of music saved onto your computer. Half of them were made by you, while the other half were made by someone else. You found these tracks thanks to some mysterious dude with some friends in special places. The tracks the dude sent you are fucking sick. Your favorites are on this one album called "coloUrs and mayhem: Universe A". The names of these tracks were weird ones though, most of them involving the colors of the hemospectrum. Strangely, none of them had "lime" in the title. Lime was replaced with "iron", which was obviously not a real color on the spectrum. It irked you, but you let it slide because the iron tracks were pretty sweet. You especially love the "Iron Knight" one.
You also have a fondness for memes. Something about memes were just plain amusing to you. You like to troll friends with memes and puns. You were the meme/pun guy of your inner circle of friends. You were also the moody asshole of the group. Some of your friends knew that deep down you hated your blood color. They can't really blame you, however. Lime-bloods were known for dealing with the most shit. In the Kallaian history books, it mentioned that in a troll planet called Alternia lime-bloods were hunted into extinction. You didn't like the place called Alternia one bit. The Elders have told the younger generation the horrors of troll-kind. They always seem to mention that damn planet. It was rumored that Kallaian's empress, Her Dauntless Sanguine, was from that planet and managed to escaped it during the ending of the revolution. There were also rumors that Ambassador Daedalus, the Grand Councilwoman, the High General, and the Imperial Adviser were from that place as well. You honestly don't think that could be possible, but nothing was impossible.
Oh, did you also mention that you were from a planet called Kallaia? Yeah, long story.
You like to chat (read: troll) with your friends over this pretty cool chat client called Trollian. Two of your buddies had hacked into Trollian and tweaked it to make it better, and sent that tweaked copy to all of you in the circle. You like to call this copy "Trollian Zeta", much to the dismay of your friends. Your trolltag is "propheticPhoebus" and you "SPEΔK IN Δ MΔNNER THΔT'S PRETTY OBNOXIOUS BUT STILL UNDERSTΔNDΔBLE".
What will you do?
} Delphi: Explain what Kallaia is
You close your eyes and frowned. In your head, you picture Kallaia in all its glory. The planet was of a light grey hue, with two moons orbiting around it. One moon was a silvery-grey, while the other was a rich shade of crimson. Kallaia orbited a bright, golden orange sun, whose rays shined down an intense light.
Kallaia was basically this planet inhabited by trolls and monstrous fauna. It was part of a galaxy full of other planets inhabited by other intelligent life forms. Trolls are basically a peaceful race, but still can be pretty badass and violent. For a few thousand sweeps, Kallaia had been torn by a civil war. Trolls were fighting one another for equality and freedom. It wasn't until the Great Liberator came and brought peace back to Kallaia. He decided that his moirail, the current empress, would rule while he and his matesprit would be her faithful advisers. His moirail's matesprit, the wise ambassador, helped the empress deal with affairs with the neighboring planets. One of the Liberator's friends, the general, became in charge of Kallaia's army and law enforcement. And the Liberator's mother, the grand councilwoman, became in charge of the Imperial Council, a board of wise Elder Trolls that helped the empress rule over and care for Kallaia.
In short, Kallaia was just a peaceful and happy planet. Okay, there were some flaws, but all civilizations had them. End of the story.
} Delphi: What about those people you mentioned?
You sat up and stared at the windows in front of you, gritting your teeth as you scowl.
Jesus Christ on a motherfucking bike! You weren't some history buff. You were just some teenager who couldn't care less about the history of where you came from. Goddammit, if we had to talk about ancestors and shit, you would be pestering one of your fishy gal-pal about it. She loves to glub and glub and glub about history like it was some juicy gossip.
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You glance over to your computer, hearing a pinging noise. Oh great, speak of the coddamn devil.
You get out of bed and walk over to your desk. What does she want?
} Delphi: Answer
—buoyantHeiress [BH] began trolling luminousProphet [LP]—
BH: ~DEEEEEEEEELLP}{IIIIIIIIIIIII!~
BH: ~I want to glub to you!~
BH: ~}^-^{~
LP: IS THΔT SUPPOSED TO BE YOU?
BH: ~Tidally!~
LP: SO, THE BRΔCES ΔRE YOUR FINS ΔND THE TILDES ΔRE OCEΔN WΔVES.
BH: ~Yes and w}{at?~
LP: THE WΔVEY SHIT. THIS: ~
BH: ~T}{at's w}{at t}{at's called?! I just called t}{em wavy-t}{ingys.~
LP: B/
BH: ~DON'T YOU JUDGE ME WIT}{ T}{OSE SILLY GILLY SUNGLASSES! You don't evfin wear sunglasses!~
LP: DO NOT JUDGE ME OR MY FΔKE-ΔSS SUNGLΔSSES.
BH: ~38P~
LP: HOW *DΔRE* YOU USE THΔT FΔCE ON ME.
BH: ~I am t}{e glubbing }{eiress and I can do w}{atebber I want!~
LP: DON'T YOU USE THΔT TUNΔ VOICE WITH ME.
BH: ~Nye}{! 8P~
LP: OH MY FUCKING COD, IT'S ΔBOΔT TO GET REL UP IN THIS PIECE. I ΔM GOING TO GIVE YOU Δ STERN TΔLKING TO, YOUNG LΔDY. SHIT IS ΔBOΔT TO HIT THE FIN LIKE Δ CODDΔMN BLIND GUPPY. YOU ΔRE CRUISING FOR SOME TROUBLE STRΔIGHT OUTTΔ THE BLOWHOLE, ΔNGELFISH.
BH: ~38O~
BH: ~O}{ my cod! So many puns!~
LP: YEΔH, PRIMUS WΔS HELPING ME OUT. HE LIKES TO ΔNΔLYZE YOUR PUNS, FINDING THE PERFECT WΔY TO SLIP THEM INTO CONVERSΔTIONS SUBTLY.
BH: ~W}{ale, t}{at's pretty...odd.~
LP: NO SHIT.
LP: SO, WHΔT DO YOU WΔNT?
BH: ~Oh, rig}{t! I wanted to ask you somefin aboat t}{e game we're going to play.~
LP: I DON'T KNOW MUCH. YOU BETTER ΔSK KΔT OR SUKO.
BH: ~Wh}{ale...ocray! But, I'm nervous.~
LP: ΔBOΔT WHΔT.
BH: ~Aboat t}{e game, silly gilly! I }{ave a bad eeling aboat playing it.~
LP: IS IT THΔT GUT EELING YOU HΔD ΔBOUT ME ΔND ERIS BEING PERFECT MOIRΔILS FOR ONE ΔNOTHER? ΔND IT TURNED OUT THΔT WE *ΔRE* PERFECT FOR EΔCH OTHER?
BH: ~Possibubbly!~
LP: HMM.
LP: MΔYBE I SHOULD TΔLK TO CΔS ΔBOUT IT THEN. HE SEEMS TO KNOW SHIT ΔBOUT Δ LOT OF THINGS. HEΔRD HIM SΔY THΔT SUKO ΔSKED HIM TO JOIN HER TEΔM, BUT HE THINKS THE TEΔM SHIT IS KINDΔ...*FISHY*.
BH: ~}{e}{e}{e}{e}{e}{e}{e, fis}{y. 3XD~
LP: HOW LONG DID THΔT TOOK YOU TO TYPE?
BH: ~}{us}{! Just go talk to }{im!~
LP: GET OFF MY BΔCK WOMΔN.
BH: ~Le siiiiiiiig}{. I }{ave to get going! Sea you later, gator!~
—buoyantHeiress [BH] ceased trolling phonoImpaired [PI]—
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Meanwhile, in another part of Kallaia...
The respiteblock was a tad smaller than the respiteblock of a certain lime-blood. The walls were dark green, while the checkered floor was white and black. Scribbled on the walls were strange runes in red and blue paint. Some were Greek letters, some were Egyptian hieroglyphics, while others were zodiac signs. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, along with a few comic books and gaming magazines. A large window showed a bustling city below, with trolls walking the streets and avian creatures flying in the air. The red and blue curtains were drawn back, enabling the occupant of the block to see this beautiful view. A twin bed was placed in front of the bed, with blue pillows, red sheets, and white covers. To the left of the bed was a large desk with three sleek, yellow desktop computers standing side-by-side, a blue-and-red keyboard with a white mouse, discs, USB's, and a few touch-screen smartphones and tablets. To the right of the bed were two shelves of books, tools, pocket watches, clocks, music boxes, and spare glasses. Behind the bed was a door leading to the hallway of the apartment, along with a closet standing close to the door. Polaroid photos were stuck to the door and empty spaces on the walls near the computer, as well as taped to corners of the computer screens. All of them were pictures of young trolls, hanging out and smiling brighter than the Kallaian sun. Most of them featured the troll living in the block.
The young boy was sitting at the desk, moving his mouse while downing a bottle of Faygo. The troll was skinny and scrawny, somewhat short and thin. His dual-colored eyes stared at the screen with a bored expression. The right eye was red, while the left eye was blue. Both glowed faintly, giving off a few sparks of energy. His two, curved fangs poked out of his closed mouth, while his grey skin had a very faint yellow tint. From time to time, he would run a hand through his messy black hair. Although, his shaggy bangs always managed to fall into his face time and time again. Poking out of his head were two, candy corn-colored horns. They went up, then curved inward to make it look like he had a little halo. The yellow-blood wore a black t-shirt underneath a black-and-yellow striped hoodie, black-and-white checkerboard-pattern jeans, and white sneakers with black laces. Around his neck was a pair of red headphones, with a zig-zaggy, blue stripe design. His sign was an hourglass, which was on the front of his shirt and on the sides of his shoes in yellow. Though not obvious, it was the symbol of Chronos, the primordial of time.
Who the hell is this guy?
} Enter name
Your name is Castor Primus.
You're a master at anything involving technology. You spend a lot of time on your computer, creating codes and being a boss at hacking. Sometimes you lose track of time while on there, but the virtual world can be pretty interesting. A lot of your friends admire your talents with the computer, some of them even think you could join the ranks of intelligencers. You brush it off, but you're kind of touched they think you're that great. After all, you did this for fun and laughs.
You are fascinated by the subject of time. The Voices always told you that time could be yours to control once you realize your destiny. That made you obsessed with time. You like to collect clocks and watches, from modernized versions to antique ones. You were always on time to any event or occasion. You even encourage others to mind the time like you, which can get frustrating at times. This earned you the nickname "White Rabbit" from your purple-blooded friend. She's always giving everyone odd nicknames. What does a fucking rabbit have to do with time? Was rabbit some sort of weird slang of hers, or what? Whatever, you still like her nickname for you for ironic reasons.
Some sweeps ago, one of your friends introduced you to this chat client called Trollian. You decided that this messaging system was sort of weak, so you and a friend hacked into its files and tweaked it to fit your liking. Now you and your inner circle of friends use what your friend Delphi calls "Trollian Zeta". Your trolltag is "inconspicuousInevitability" and you "ςpeak in a ςomewhat ςnarky manner with a fucking annoying liςp".
What will you do?
} Castor: Answer Delphi
What the fuck are you...oh.
Trollian pops up on all three screens, showing that the lime-blooded prick was trying to get in touch with you. With a roll of your eyes and quick sip of Faygo, you answer the douche.
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—luminousProphet [LP] began trolling inconspicuousInevitability [II]—
LP: HEY ΔSSWIPE.
LP: I HΔVE Δ BONE TO PICK WITH YOU.
II: how about no.
LP: DICK, IT'S ΔBOUT THE GΔME.
II: what about it? ςhit, i forgot i'm on makoto'ς team. you're the enemy.
LP: BITCH, WE BOTH KNOW YOU DON'T GIVE Δ FLYING FUCK ΔBOUT "TEΔMS".
II: t(-_-)t
LP: HOW *DΔRE* YOU FLIP THE BIRD ΔT ME.
LP: HOW FUCKING *DΔRE* YOU STEΔL MY SIGNΔTURE FLIP-OFF EMOTE.
II: ςuck a bluge and ςniff a nook.
LP: CΔS, WHΔT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK. THIS IS SEΔRIOUS BUSINESS, ΔLRIGHT? SEΔ HΔS SOME BΔD EELINGS ΔBOΔT PLΔYING THIS GΔME.
II: you come into my houςe
II: on the day of my deςcendant'ς wedding
II: and bring in fiςh punς to thiς gloriouς occaςion.
LP: BITCH THIS IS FUCKING SERIOUS. I NEED SERIOUS ΔND SOMBER CΔS, NOT FUCKING RETΔRDED CΔS. MEMES ΔRE NOT IMPORTΔNT RIGHT NOW, SΔDLY.
II: alright, alright. calm your fucking titς.
II: ςo, you want me to aςk the voiceς if we ςhould play thiς game or not.
LP: YES. REPORT BΔCK TO ME SOON.
II: what.
LP: I HΔVE Δ BONE TO PICK WITH KΔT. THΔT BITCH NEEDS TO EXPLΔIN SOME SHIT TO ME.
II: (-_-)
LP: JUST GO, DIPSHIT. I'LL TΔLK TO YOU LΔTER, OKΔY?
II: fine.
II: the thingς i do for you people. it'ς a goddamn miracle that i ain't fed up with you ςhitς yet.
—inconspicuousInevitability [II] ceased trolling luminousProphet [LP]—
} Castor: Get down to business
You finish your bottle of Faygo and toss it behind you. You reach over and grab a pair of rectangular-frame glasses. One of the lenses was red, while the other was blue. Placing them over your eyes, you stand up. You grab your backpack that was hanging on your chair and began stuffing various items inside of it. You had a feeling that you were going to be gone for a long time.
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You walked over to your shelves and grab an hourglass from one of the shelves. It was an antique you found a few sweeps ago. It was pretty rusty, but you suspect it was once made of pure gold and shiny glass. The silver sand is still the same, since its sand. You don't know why you grabbed it, but you felt like you needed it. In the backpack it goes, you suppose.
} Castor: Exit block
You head over to your door and opened it. Standing on the other side of the door was the douche-est douche you have ever met.
And he was glaring at you like you were the most disgusting thing in the universe.
} Castor: Who's this douche?
The douche was a troll, a sea-dweller to be exact. He had fins on the sides of his face, as well as fin-like ears. His grey skin was covered in violet freckles, which could glow in the dark. The violet-blood was tall and slim, built like a lean swimmer, which you reluctantly admit made him pretty hot. His narrow, almond-shaped eyes glared down at you. Like any normal troll, his eyes were orange with grey irises. A ring of violet wrapped around his pupils, showing off his high blood. Course, his eyes had a pair of those rectangular "hipster" glasses distracting you from the rings. Made him look more like a nerd than a hipster, to be perfectly honesty. His black hair was messy and swept to one side, with the tips dyed violet. Shark-like teeth gritted against one another as he glared at you. His horns were shaped like the U-shape end of a trident, with the tips shaped like arrows. The middle part of the horns was slighty taller than the other two. The douche was wearing a long-sleeved, black shirt, black pants with wavy, vertical lines colored dark blue, and violet Converse with white laces. Around his neck was a striped scarf. One side was colored blue-and-bronze, while the other was colored emerald green-and-silver. On the front of his shirt was his sign: a trident-like emblem that he liked to call "Neptune". And, goddammit, he was wearing his stupid black cape, the one with the high collar. Dammit, that douche liked to show off.
"Prim," Triton Acerbi huffed.
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"What the fuck do you want?" you snapped, poking him harshly in the chest. "I've got thit to deal with."
"I have a bone to pick with you," he snapped back, grabbing your wrist.
"Don't you fucking touch me, douche!"
"I can do whatebber I want."
"Fuck you and your thupid fithh punth."
"Screw you and your 'thupid' lisp."
"You come into my hive and—"
"Listen, I wanted to ask if I could hang out with you."
} Castor: Wait, what?
"Wait, what?"
Triton blushed, rubbing his thumb against your wrist. "Look, I like this pitch thing we got going on but..."
You stare at him, stumbling over your words. "P-Pitch? Who the fuck thayth we got thomething pitch going on?!"
"Eris, that's who."
"Oh my god, what do my friendth keep thipping me with people?"
"Prim, fucking shut up for just one second!" He loosen his grip on your wrist, but doesn't let go. "Look, I just wanted to hang and talk about stuff before we have to play this stupid game Chi and Koto wants us to play."
You raise a brow. "Chi and Koto?"
"Daichi and Makoto, duh." He shakes his head. "Look, can we just...just...hang out?"
} Castor: What have you got to lose?
You sigh, rubbing your temple with two fingers. "Thure, why the hell not."
For a moment, a broad smile spread across the sea-dweller's features. "Fintastic!" He paused. "Erm...I mean, s'chool. Whatebber."
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You snort, leading him out of your apartment. You two say bye to your parental unit. A parental unit was a young troll's guardian on Kallaia, usually sharing the same blood-color as their young charge. Your parental unit was this sweet yellow-blood by the name of Melina Erleah.
"Be careful you two lovebirds!" Melina called from the kitchen as you two rushed out.
You blush as you hurried out the door.
} Castor: Be Triton