A Picture Of Vriska I Did With Paint, Used Her MS Paint Adventure Picture As A Template. Tried To Recreate

Homestuck crossover with Limbo... Fantastic idea, Alternia would be the perfect place and the trolls the perfect characters for it. Good Idea, really good idea.

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Homestuck.EXE

(A original Creepypasta Parody from me)

One day I surfed the internet like I always do. The internet is really important to me. Thanks to it I see, read and hear so many incredible things. One day I wanted to see the new update of my absolute favourite webcomic in the world. Homestuck.

I have waited for so incredible long for in. I loved Homestuck and especially the trolls, they are the best. All the other characters are boring and the trolls are really entertaining.

There was an update today so I went on the MSPA site to watch it. But something about it was very strange. The site looked different. The background was black and all the text was in blood-red. Not like Kankri or Dave’s text colour but like real blood. Some of the letters even dripped blood. Also they said things like “you will die soon” or “you will not escape your fate.”

I clicked on the “load” button but I wasn’t directed to the page I saved last time but to a new page. It was a flash game, the starting screen was Karkat's head on a spear. His eyes were full of maggots and blood came out of his mouth and ears. It was very scary looking, I thought, but curiosity got the better of me. I clicked on the command “It is all meaningless.”

The game started with Jade standing in a dark and desolate room. She looked scared and held her best rifle in her hands. I moved her towards the door in the upper right corner where somebody was standing. It was one of the Felt, their third-in-command Crowbar. The mouse turned into a scope sight and Crowbar ran towards Jade as he spotted her. I didn’t waste any time and clicked on him with the scope. Jade shot and I got a close shot of him. He looked almost real, well, as real as a leprechaun could look, and I watched in slow-motion as a super-realistic looking bullet pierced through Crowbars ultra-realistic head and blew his mega-realistic looking head up in a hyper-realistic looking way.

I was concerned. Hussie was nobody to shy away from some violence but this was way too far off for him. Jade took the crowbar from, well, the dead Crowbar and I continued with her into the next room.

The next room was full of blood. The ceiling was covered in blood and it dropped from it, the walls were covered in blood, the ground was covered in blood, the blood reached above Jade’s hip and Jade herself started to bleed out of her nose. It was a bloody mess and I felt a little sick watching it. Why would anyone program something like this of or even commission somebody to do it?

Suddenly Karkat, covered in the red blood, surfaced behind Jade and snapped her neck with his bare hands. This scene disturbed me so much I had to go to the toilet to take a pee.

After I returned Karkat had already stabbed Dirk through the heart with a katana, smashed Clubs Deuce's head in and had ripped Sollux's eyes out and eaten them. Sollux ran through the room shooting a red and a blue bloodstream out of his respective eyes. It was nauseating, especially the part where he took his own ninja stars, and got them to spin so fast with his telekinesis he was able to decapitate himself.

I now had control over Karkat and left the place of his gruesome murders with him. He entered a cave full of shipping charts. This had to be Nepeta’s cave, she was the only person in Homestuck who shipped. I moved Karkat through the cave and looked at the different shipping charts. The ships were… unusual to say the least. There was a picture of Eridan in a Moirallegiance with Bec where the two eat the damaged corpse of Jade Harley. Eridan was munching on one of the eyes and Bec was chewing on Jade’s stomach. It was more than disgusting to watch. I couldn’t comprehend why any of them would do that, especially Bec. It made me so nervous that I had to take a shit. While walking through the house I thought I saw an omega-realistic Kanaya walking into the room of my big sister but that was probably my imagination.

As I returned to Karkat I watched more of the gruesome ships with him. Like Hearts Boxcars and Mituna in a kismesissitude. The picture showed how they bit each other; no, they were mutually tearing bits of flesh from each other's bodies. I knew that a kismesissitude could be a little harsh but this?! I decide to not look at more of those shipping pictures and tried to find Nepeta.

She sat on the ground in her respite block and was playing with some puppets who looked like her friends. It looked cute at first but on closer inspection I saw her monitoring a monitor. It showed Sollux and Horuss and they bled heavily. Nepeta meanwhile poked the dolls who looked like the two trolls on the monitor with a very pointy looking needle. No, she wasn't poking them, she was driving the needle through their bodies, extremities and heads. Every time that happened a new bloody wound appeared on the bodies of Sollux and Horuss. They screamed in pain and puked blood all over the place until they fell down dead.

After that Nepeta faced Karkat. She didn’t have a face anymore. The skin on her face was gone and only an olive mass under it was visible now. Her eyes were still yellow but without a black pupil and she screamed a scream so loud it almost damaged my speakers. Then she lunged at Karkat and one of the most difficult battles I ever had in a videogame started. I won it but I felt as hurt and injured as Karkat at the end of it. I imagined for a second that I had the same wounds as Karkat on my body. But luckily this wasn’t the case because Karkat succumbed to his wounds. The screen faded to black.

The entire scene had me made so frightful I had to take a piss. As I washed my hands afterwards I thought the grinning face of Spades Slick was in the bathroom mirror. As I turned around I saw only a puppet of Lil’ Cal before me that I bought from a guy in a back alley. I shrugged, took the puppet with me and continued to play the game.

I controlled Kanaya now. She was in her hive and its interior design looked strange to me. Like always it was draped with fabrics but they looked horrific this time! They were made out of flesh, bleeding heavily, were strewn with maggots or completely made out of bones. Kanaya herself didn’t look much better. Her own dress was made of human skin and paper where inmates from an insane asylum used to scribble crazy stuff. To be honest I didn’t want to play as her because her weapon was the chainsaw, a classic for psychopathic murderers. But I didn’t have any choice in the matter and moved her out of her hive. The area around her hive looked rotten and dead. The plants were grey and lifeless. In the centre of this lifeless setting was Kanaya’s mother grub Lusus. She looked very alive and well. She smiled as her eyes caught the view of her charge and Kanaya looked towards her. I walked over to the mother grub and pushed the button. Kanaya activated her chainsaw, cut her Lusus open and ripped the Matriorb out of her chest. The Lusus screamed in pain and writhed in agony until it died. Kanaya looked at the matriorb, fascinated, and all of a sudden she took a bite out of it. This behaviour was more than strange for Kanaya.

After that I was controlling her again and send her out into the desert. She soon reached an ordinary looking pyramid and entered it. The inside was dark but many scary looking glyphs that glowed blood-red were lighting up the inside. Nailed to the walls were the bodies of trolls, humans and lusus. It looked so horrific that I thought that I could smell the stench of this awful place. It made me so nervous I had to eat a donut!

Then zombies attacked. Rotten bodies of dead trolls came out of the aisles, alcoves and holes and attacked Kanaya. She turned on her chainsaw and defended herself with incredibly gory results. Body parts fell down, guts and organs soon were rolling over the ground and smearing it with blood in all colours. Kanaya sawed her way through the fiendish horde of the shadow droppers and fought her way to the main room of the pyramid. The boss-room was full with corpses of little human children and grubs. They were being cannibalized by the shadow droppers. I asked myself: Why the heck would Hussie do something like this? “Because dead babies sell”, said a hyper-realistic looking Hussie who was suddenly standing beside me. He waved to me and left the room. This seemed rather odd to me and I continued to play.

In the boss-room was the sarcophagus of Lord English placed on a little obsidian-black platform. Very strange scary music started to play which sounded so realistic as if an orchestra was with me in the room. The sarcophagus slowly started to open, and a green bleeding hand reached out and clamped to the edge of the sarcophagus. Out came a cherub with no skin. It was such a horrible sight that blood came out of my ears. Lord English bled all over, the muscle tissue was visible, his eyes had no lids and his eyes glowed in a way… I can’t explain it exactly but it was worse than the usual billiard ball blinking. The eyes looked like real eyes; also how real eyes would look like if they are continuously changing billiard balls.

The Lord of Time stumbled out of his sarcophagus and fell to the ground. He writhed in pain and screamed in agony. He stretched his hand out to Kanaya who cut it off. The Lord of Time screamed in an unbearably loud manner, so loud that it destroyed all the windows in my room and all the other objects made of glass. Kanaya took her time. She sawed all his limbs off and then started to disembowel him with her bare hands. He screamed even louder this time, so loud I had to press my hands on my ears and I still felt blood coming out of them. The screaming stopped after a while and Lord English was dead. So, was Homestuck over? “It is never over”, Kanaya said as if she was answering the question I just asked myself. “There will always somebody worse. Never time to rest. Why should we believe that he is our final enemy?” This was a good point. Homestuck could be incredible convoluted and complicated and Caliborn didn’t look like Big Bad material even in his all-powerful form. But who could be the next Big Bad? Kanaya targeted then the chainsaw into her direction and cut herself in half. Her halves slumped to the sides and her internal organs spread all over the floor. Then her chainsaw said “I’m the death of the insolent and fanatic.”

After that I ran back to my bathroom to wash my face. Looking into the mirror I saw that I now had the face of Nepeta. I rubbed my eyes and it was gone. But I swear I saw Nepeta with Equius head on one of her claws in the mirror.

I returned to my room only to witness total madness on my computer screen. I saw Rose on a new location, summoning the forces from beyond the realm, the horrorterrors, to wreck havoc. They came from the ground, they came from the seas, they came from the heavens and they came out from rifts in the time-space-continuum. They devoured the Prospitians, they crushed the Dersites, they mauled the humans, scared the trolls to death and burned the Cherubim alive. Not any of the named characters of Homestuck, mind you, but it didn’t diminish the nightmarish character of the scene.

Then it switched over to Eridan, crushing little landweller grubs with his feet. I found this odd because despite his evil deeds, he wasn’t a bad person. Yes, he killed Feferi and Kanaya and destroyed the Matriorb, but he did all of this in self-defence! Seeing how the land dweller-hating aristocrat killed land dwelling grubs didn’t make any sense to me. Then Vriska entered the room and I took control of her. I was able to attack Eridan with her and her goal was to protect the land dwelling grubs. It was strange to see because Vriska was completely evil and unredeemable. Why would any person think she would ever be able to do any good for anyone? This was the moment that I was certain that something was very wrong with this update. “Killing grubs? You sicken me Eridan.” “They are land dwellers. We don’t need them, they are inferior and useless.” “Your caste needs us as workers and servants. Killing us all would obliterate the entire alternian workforce!” “We have robots for that.” “That will only lead to a robot-rebellion you sea dwelling asshole!” “We created the robots. We will control them. They will never rebel.” “You don’t watch a lot of movies, do you?”

Fighting with Vriska against Eridan was a lot of fun, gameplay wise. She dodged shots from “Ahab’s Crosshairs” fired by Eridan and used her dice on him. Every time Vriska’s dice managed to give her an opening she used the chance to slash at Eridan with her sword. After attacking him several times that way he got reeled backwards away from Vriska and stumbled into a hole. He fell onto several sharp spears which where placed on the ground of the hole. But to my horror they didn’t kill him instantly. He moaned and gasped weakly, pleading to be absolved from this pain. Vriska took out a flintlock pistol and aimed at Eridans head but before she could shoot him the spears drove out of the ground. The staffs were incredible long and they moved incredible fast. Vriska was able to dodge them before they could impale her too. She aimed at Eridans head again and took her shot before he was out of distance. The bullet connected to his skull and it exploded in an extreme-realistic manner. I felt pity for Eridan. Vriska’s head should have exploded and not his.

The spider-troll then walked away from the hole and I started to look around. It seemed that Vriska was in the brooding caverns which made sense considering the killed and crushed grubs. As I pressed the action-button Vriska took the dead grubs and gave them a burial. Why did this game want to convince me that Vriska is a good person? Vriska then turned her head to me. No, not the monitor but me, she looked me into my eyes. “Run, you are not safe here! Run as fast as you can and take your family with you. Call the police and maybe he will not be able to…” Vriska stopped as she heard a noise and turned her head toward the cause. Her face became chalk-white from shock and she ran away. The screen turned black.

I of course wouldn’t trust Vriska. She was super-evil after all.

I saw the “repeat” symbol on the left bottom of the screen so I guessed that this page was finished. I clicked on the command that read ”THIS IS YOUR DOOM!” and continued. The next few pages were dark. But it was somehow even darker than usual darkness. It was a darkness that was so dark that it terrified me more than the regular darkness I  have known my whole life would ever be able too. I clicked and clicked until I jumped back in horrified surprise as one page showed me the bloody, screaming skinless face of John. He yelled in pain and howled in agony. What the hell happened to him? “Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunru nrunrunrunrunrun!” John said to me again and again. Was he warning me about something or somebody? Was it the same thing that did this to him? I heard weird noises from below. It sounded like a fight broke out. I wasn’t sure so I decided to investigate. Downstairs I was confronted with Vriska who was in a fight with Spades Slick. He had his cast iron horse hitcher in hands and Vriska used her blue pirate sword to fight him. It seemed to be a very even fight, with both testing the defence of the other. Slick spotted me and looked ominously at me. He drew his machine gun and aimed in my direction but Vriska faced the weapon away from me and she punched him in the face.

“Run away!”, she screamed to me. “Your family fled already. Follow them!” I didn’t do that of course. Why should I trust her? She was evil and not nice unlike Eridan or Gamzee. Also I wanted to finish the game so I got back upstairs and continued it.

Now I saw Dave sitting alone in his room, crying into his hands. He didn't have his shades on him and he cried like… I never saw him cry in canon, so I had no point of reference. It sounded incredibly sad, it almost broke my heart. I clicked on the arrow and the picture didn’t change for a few pages. Crying Dave on every page but I started to hear how he was crying. It was faint at first but became louder and after a few pages another sound joined the crying. It was a very deep, eerie sounding tone. It sounded like a noise of an ancient and angry demon but also surprisingly soft at the same time. It became louder and louder but not in an obnoxious way. The tension was rising and started to become unbearable. Dave stopped crying and the sound stopped too. He removed his hands and looked direct at me. I almost fell over from horror. His eyes were burning in black red and the flames seemed to scream so loud was their sound of burning. I was about to throw up again as Dave took his Katana and hacked his own eyes out with them. Then he continued to hack away his own legs, bottom, head and his arms.

Then Bro came into the room with Caliborn on his right shoulder. He saw the bloody mutilated body of Dave, jumped onto him and started to eat him. He tore big chunks of flesh and skin from Dave’s body and devoured it like a hungry animal. Why the heck had Bro become a cannibal all of a sudden? Then Lil’ Cal started to eat Dave too. It was really messed up, especially because Dave was not reacting at all to this. Then Dave started to laugh in a normal and pleasant manner. It wasn’t in a crazy manner or in an insane manner, no, it sounded perfectly normal and hyper-realistic. Bro eating him was like tickling for Dave?

I couldn’t watch that scene any longer and clicked to the next page. “YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY FROM ME!”, something screamed out of my speakers. “We will see about that asshole”, I responded. The reaction was swift with Lil’ Cal punching me through the screen into my face, grinning at me and vanishing afterwards. I really needed to see the rest of this.

The next page contained another flash, this time one of Jane attacking Cronus, ripping his arms from his body and beating him to a bloody pulp with them. The flash continued with Terezi stabbing her own eyes out and then the eyes of Latula and ripping her head of. Next was a scene with the Peregrine Mendicant who was stabbing the Writ Keeper with her sword. After she ripped his brain out and devoured it she took the still living body of the Writ Keeper and threw him into a fire. He screamed more agonizing, super-realistic screams and he screamed to me: “RUN, RUN, RUN!”

I didn’t know what to do with that message so I continued to watch. The next scene was one where Jake was burning down an orphanage while Roxy was shooting the orphans in the head or strangling them to death. I was glad that those sections weren’t playable sections.

Then we saw John crushing the heads of Dersites and Prosportians with his hammer, their heads exploding in a ultra-realistic manner. He laughed manically while crying in a heart wrenching manner at the same time while he was running amok. His eyes were black holes out of which came a foul wind in form of dark smelly looking wind-effects. Everything that wind was brushing rotted and died in a manner of seconds, even stuff that wasn’t alive like stone and plastic looked like it was dying.

I heard a noise and looked behind me. I saw Eridan who aimed at me with Ahab’s crosshairs. I screamed that he shouldn’t do that but he did. He fired and hit my head which exploded in an ultra-realistic manner. After that I woke up and my head was completely okay. I looked around in my room, nobody was there. I looked to the screen and I almost fell down out of my seat. I saw my own body without a head! Was I in Homestuck now? Was I part of Homestuck? How could that be? Was all of this a nightmare? Was I asleep?

I didn't have time to ponder these questions because suddenly Tavros appeared on the screen with a really scary looking hyper-realistic face. His left eye was missing, his right was pierced with one thousand needles and his teeth were full of holes and out of those holes came big hairy worms. “Help me…”, he gasped in a painful noise. I looked at him, horrified. I wanted to help, but how? I saw that the command box was there again and usable like once in the past. I typed “get help” into the box. Tavros took out a magnum, held the barrel to his head and blew his own brains out. I hadn’t meant that he should do that. I typed “Why did this happen?” And on the next page it replied. This was the message written in letters made out of freshly ripped out bones: “Because you made it happen. IT IS YOUR FAULT!” NO! How could it be my fault? I didn’t know that would happen, I would never have typed that command if I knew that this would be the result.

I tried a different command. I typed “What is happening here”? I got the message “The eternal end, the eternal reign of darkness is coming!” I typed “do you mean Lord English?” I didn’t got a response for a while. I was tempted to type in another command as THIS happened: Sollux suddenly appeared and jumped out of my screen and into my direction and screamed: “DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE YOU STUPID PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT, DIE!” Sollux tried to strangle me and I fought back with all my might. He tried to claw my eyes out and I saw how his eyes started to glow. I was able to throw him off me before he could incinerate me with his optic blast. It got off nonetheless and catapulted Sollux through the roof of my house.

This made me very hungry so I ran into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. I also encountered John’s dad in the Kitchen who was making a cake out of organs he pulled out of the still living body of his son. I made my sandwich as quick as I possibly could and ran away from the morbid scene back to my computer. My screen showed me now a single letter. “A”. This was a clue! A clue to solve this riddle! I had to wait for more updates to solve those strange events around me.

I will update this journal should new developments happen. I will stay here and try to go to the bottom of this mystery. Nothing will stop me. It seems crazy but I’m set with my decision. Even if that evil Vriska shouts to me again and again that I should flee. I will not. I’m scared but I have to stop this madness.

To be continued…?

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Dream bubbles, a creation of the Horrorterrors. A alternate form of afterlife, some might say. Vriska was sure there was more after death, especially after a bunch of ghosts haunted her for a short time. But for now she was here, in her memories. She dated a doomed timeline John for a short time, but it didn’t work out in the end. //Because I want the Alpha Timeline John? Am I even the Alpha Timeline Vriska anymore?// Vriska shook her head. No time for such ideas. She had to find her friends. //Why? Oh, right, I have nothing better to do these days.// She thought about how to reach another dream bubble. //Mindfang's journal... Yes!// In seconds the Spidertroll was in her hive and was fetching the legendary pirate's journal. //Maybe I can find you with this. That would make my day! ::::)// She turned to a random page and started to read it without looking twice. //It should work, right? I mean, these are Mindfang's memories. She may not be here with me but........// The words showed her the way and she followed them quickly. The words flew out of the book and transformed into a bridge that lead her to another dream bubble. She landed on Mindfang's ship. “Fantastic.“ Vriska had butterflies in her stomach. It looked exactly like it was described in Mindfang's Journal. A beautiful, big ship built for combat. Made to look harmless to trick the enemy. Vriska was impressed as she started searching the ship. Everything was as she had imagined it. //I should make a trip with this ship at some point.// She heard the sound of knitting from another room. //Mindfang and knitting?// Vriska opened the door with a wham and demanded: “Who dares to knit on this ship?” Vriska got a soft laugh as an answer. “I do, my dear, but don't worry, I have a license!” The Spidertroll saw a grown-up troll sitting on the ground, her back turned to her. Vriska skipped into a battle pose. “Don’t come near me, grown-up. I have killed nastier enemies than you.“ “I believe you, little pirate girl. But there is no need for death threats. Especially if dead came already too one like myself, or too you.” Vriska relaxed slightly. “And who are you? Do you know Mindfang?” “Yes, I know her personally.” “Really?”, asked Vriska, a little excited. “She is the coolest person in alternian history! It sure must have been special to know her.” “Yes our relationship was pretty “special” my dear.” Vriska walked around the Troll woman until she saw her face. “Hmmmmmmmm........ I don’t recognize you........ Where you one of Mindfangs pirates?” “No dear, I was one of her slaves.” Vriska stoped. She took a closer look at the woman. “The Dolorosa...” “Exactly my dear. The First Troll-Lusus of a Grub.“ Vriska lowered her eyes in disappointment and sighed. She read a passage about Mindfang and her brainwashing of the Dolorosa........ The brainwashing. Vriska suddenly felt uneasy. “And what is your name, if you are allowing me to ask this question my dear?” “Vriska Serket........”, came the mumbled answer. “And yours is........?” She noticed in that moment that she didn’t know the real name of that woman. Only her title. It stands to reason that the names of the Signless and his entourage were erased from history. At least, she didn’t know them or more about that subject matter. She didn’t care for the history of the Signless that much. “I like Dolorosa“, the women said and smiled warmly. “It sounds good. Let’s leave it at that for the moment, okay?” “Okay.” Awkward silence ensued. Vriska loved and admired her ancestor, the mighty pirate Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. But even she couldn’t defend certain things she did. “Was it bad?” “What exactly are you referring to my dear?” “Your........“ Vriska faltered. She never faltered, ever, before anyone, she was confident, strong, cool. “Your time with Mindfang.” “Oh, it was fantastic my dear. Slavery is a fantastic lifestyle, you should try it out some time.” “No thanks.” The Dolorosa chuckled. “Well, my dear you should give me a little bit of company. I love to make new acquaintances.” “You goooooooot to be kidding me!”, Vriska laughed. “I’m searching for people I know. No time to drink tea with old ladies.” “We could play Baccara instead.” “Do you know flarping?” “I... I didn’t often engage in modern sexual activities, if it that’s you are referring too.” Vriska blushed and said fiercely: “No, you are way too old........ And dead........ And you look more like a good moirail than a matesprit in my opinion. For me anyway, other trolls could think otherwise for themselves.” The old lady laughed again. “That was a joke my dear. But thanks for the compliment. Do you have no moirail?” “None.” Vriska thought about Kanaya. Her old friend, her moirail. “Our relationship was at a chasm before I died. I didn’t know why, and worse, I flushed red for her shortly before I died. I wish I had talked to her one last time.” The Dolorosa looked sympathetic. “That does sound awful my dear.” //Why the hell I’m so talkative before this stranger? I should go........ But where to?// Without another word Vriska put herself beside the Dolorosa. “I hope you don’t mind........” “Not at all.” //And now I’m polite. I should annoy her and call her names, not be so friendly. But on the other hand........ She is........ Oh, gog, don’t think about it. Speak about everything, but not about that...// “Ahem........ Anyhow how is your sex life?” In that second the Thief of Light decided to kill alternate John for showing her “The Room”. //Curse you Tommy Wiseau.// “To be honest, not much lately”, said the Dolorosa, deadpan. “Sorry, it's........ I saw that movie and........ It stuck in my head........ Please, I didn’t........ Sorry!” Vriska blushed more severe than before. She didn’t want to be caught dead by her friends while she was nice, apologetic and rather open to someone. “It’s okay my dear. You are funny.” “I’m not funny, in life I was the strongest and most badass  Troll on Alternia!” “You don’t say”, the Dolorosa said, slightly intrigued, and smiled warmly. “I want to inquire about your life on my old home planet, if you have nothing against such a tale.” Vriska grinned. Somebody who actually WANTS to hear her tales. It has been a long time since somebody wanted to listen to her stories. The bubble began to change. Vriska's memories melded into the dream bubble of the Dolorosa. The Scorpio had to admit that a dream bubble was an excellent way to tell her story. “Your story is pretty good, for being a propagator of laaaaaaaame pacifism and love and being the mother of Jegus, but nobody's story is as good as mine,” Vriska said, smug and confident. She felt a little bit safer again. “It is often a matter of perspective my dear, and one story should be compared to others about the same thematic. My story sounds very different from yours in themes, succession of events and style, at least I surmise that fact.” “Yes, yes, yes, yes, you’re right. Gog, you are remind me of........” Vriska faltered. She didn’t want to think about her now. “Nevermind.” Vriska commenced to tell her story. The dream bubble changed accordingly and gave a 360° show with realistic sound and awesome special effects. She showed the Dolorosa her trials in her wriggler days and being chosen by the spider lusus. “This type of lusus is known for only eating trolls”, the Dolorosa remarked. “And their charge has to feed them.” “Yes........ Not a jolly job to be honest. I was pretty good at it.” “It is one of the most gruesome things troll society does”, the Dolorosa said frankly, no accusation in her voice. “You didn’t choose this lusus.” “No, I didn’t........”, Vriska said. “But it doesn’t free me from the debt and guilt for all the times I killed.” “Guilt is something”, the older Troll said. “A very good thing. It means there is still hope.”

Vriska continued to tell and show her the life she lived. She became friends with other trolls, crippled one, killed one and blinded another. Her tone was confident but at times a little shaky during that segment. //I........ It is like with John........ With her........ These are things only a moirail should know.// She talked also about her own mishaps. She boasted that everything that didn’t kill her made her stronger. The Dolorosa nodded and listened. “The Sgrub Game wasn’t really all that hard”, Vriska told. “I mean some of us where waaaaaaaay too strong for the majority of the enemies.

And with alchemizing you could build stuff that is ridiculously broken. Feferi accidentally built an atom bomb once using only bubble gum, a atom and rice crackers. Somehow. Sollux thought it was because the bubblegum was special or the crackers had pepper instead of salt.” “That game sounds pretty dangerous. Does it really destroy the world?” “Yes, but we found out about it after we started the game. Except Aradia, I think she knew what would happen.” Vriska proceeded to tell the Dolorosa about the final battle against the Black King, Bec Noir who stopped them from attaining the prize and what happened in the Veil. “It waaaaaaaas probably a little tense........ It was only a matter of time until a few of us blew a fuse........ Including me.” Vriska felt the sting of guilt again. The same guilt she endured as Aradia summoned all those ghosts to haunt her. Or on other occasions. //Argh! What is going on? I’m a Troll, only the strong survive and the weak perish. No reason to feel guilty, it is our way, our way........ Our way.// “The trolls are as violent as ever”, the Dolorosa concluded. “But in you, one of the most brutal and infamous of them, I see hope........ You are a confused young troll. Wanting to be the best but hindered by your feelings. You can still decide to change your way.“ Vriska stood up vigorously. “NO!”, the cerulean-blood shouted. “My way is the best and will always be the best!!!!!!!! It made me the strongest, made me the hardest, the most confident and the strongest of all Trolls! I only died because it was masterstroke of a brilliant young troll that can out-think everybody!!!!!!!!” “Oh........” The Dolorosa smiled. “Sounds like you like your Friend Terezi greatly.” “I DON’T NEED HER!”, screamed the Serket. “I’m the descendent of the powerful Marquise Spinneret Mindfang and I’m exactly like her!” Vriska thought that non-existent coldness suddenly struck and it became as cold as on an ice planet. She really didn’t want to say that. “Ahem........ I meant........ Ahem........” The gaze of the Dolorosa was unreadable for the long haired girl. “I........ I........” Vriska gathered all her confidence, conviction and strength. She wanted to scream that Mindfang was the best, that only a powerful warrior like the Summoner was capable of beating her, that she was a master of survival, the most feared Alternian pirate of all time, that the Dolorosa should have felt honoured that Mindfang made the jadeblood her Slave and Matesprit, that she........ She........ The Scene changed back to Mindfang's ship and they saw the Marquise and the Dolorosa in plain slave clothing approaching. The scene then changed to the desert, Tavros's Land of Sand and Zephyr. Neither of the two wanted to watch what would have followed. Vriska remembered the time she tried to mind control Tavros into kissing her. It felt creepy and wrong. She didn’t do it. But Mindfang did. “I can’t........ I can’t........ I can’t defend this.” “What is the subject you’re unable to defend?” Vriska dropped to her knees. “I never thought to say that but........ I’m sorry.” “For what exactly? For being a little loud during our mesmerizing conversation?” “No, you........ I’m sorry that my Ancestor........ That she........ That Mindfang........” “Yes....?” “I’m sorry that she brainwashed you and made you her matesprit against your will.” Silence for several seconds. The Dolorosa looked sympathetic and stroked Vriskas cheek. “It wasn’t your fault, my dear”, the Dolorosa said tenderly. “You’re not her.” The younger troll carefully pushed the Dolorosa's arm away. “I didn’t brainwash anybody to do........ You know what. But I’m a murderer. Mass murderer even. Eventually, I had no problem killing my friends. At first. The guilt crept slowly into me........ I........” Tears welled up in Vriska's eyes. “Come my dear.” “But........” Vriska looked away, ashamed. “Please, I don’t think I deserve........” The Dolorosa sighed, drew Vriska gently to her and embraced her. “Why........? I did so many terrible things........ All of them!” “Nobody is beyond redemption.” Vriska trembled. The waterfall broke. She began to cry. She cried like never before. She didn’t remember the last time she cried for somebody. It was something that would seem weak, but she did it anyway. It didn’t matter anymore, for the moment at least. “Why........ WHY?!”, Vriska cried out into the afterlife. “Why did I have to kill all those trolls?! To feed a useless fat spider? Why?! It was stupid and senseless!” “I think the idea of the dilemma was to make you independent, strong and ruthless”, the Dolorosa analyzed the situation. “Yeah, a monster that can kill everybody she meets with no sense of loyalty to anyone is SUUUUUUUUCH a great concept”, said Vriska between two intense sobs. “You’re not a monster.” Vriska weeped without an end in sight. “I hurt so many and I was hurt in return. Was I not properly punished enough?” Vriskas head sunk into the Dolorosa's lap, weeping relentlessly. The old women stroked Vriska's hair gently. “Shoosh...” “Stop it you’re not my........” Vriska began, furious, but then wept again. “Oh, Kanaya........ Where are you? Please, Fussyfangs who are you?” The Dolorosa stroked Vriska's Hair gently and papped her back. The 8-obsessed Troll looked up. “Well........ You’re a good enough substitute I suppose.” “There, there....” Vriska calmed down a little. This woman worked miracles on her, the young, dead troll thought. And she reminded her of Kanaya........ Vriska wept again. “Shoosh...” “Stop that! You are reminding me of........ Please no. It feels terrible. I miss her.” Vriska hissed. Impotent fury filled her mind. “FUCK! I want to see them again! Tavros, Terezi, Kanaya, John........ Anyone. Even Eridan. ARGH!” “It seems unfortunate that I’m like a person you care for.”

“No, no, its okay”, Vriska said fast in fear of chasing that ridiculously nice person away. “All right.” The Dolorosa used the next few minutes to pap the young troll. Vriska controlled her breathing as much as possible and tried to fight back the tears. “I didn’t ask for this.” “I know.” “But you had a choice”, Vriska said. “Why throw everything away for a little grub nobody wanted?” “Compassion and the love that exits only between most Lusii and their charges.” “MOST is right”, mumbled Vriska. “Mine could only scream for more food. Food, food, food. And the only thing she could eat was Trolls. And what kind of Troll would let her Lusus die?” “Not a good one.” “Yes........ I fed her........ The killing became so easy with time, and part of my everyday life. The weak perished. Burgundy, yellow, teal, purple, violet, nobody was safe. The color didn’t matter to me.” “Not a big fan of the Hemospectrum I augur?” “Strength has nothing to do with your blood color. I watched purple highbloods begging for their lives and burgundys fighting with everything they had, better than some violet seadwellers.” Vriska stopped weeping and felt relaxed. “What was the point of my existence? So much killing........ What I have done so far is not enough to make look it was worth it. That cannot be the end.” “You still exist,” the Dolorosa reminded her. “Your story is not over. Trust me, the opportunity may come.” Vriska hoped for it. A chance for redemption. “I’m so sorry........ I feel so guilty........ But I couldn't talk to anybody about this, with two exceptions.” “You’re welcome.” Vriska drew her legs and the rest of her body onto the Dolorosa's lap and curled up like a kitten on the legs of the jadeblood.

For a moment, she wished she knew how to imitate a purr like Nepeta. She tried it nonetheless. “It sounds you are trying to imitate a meowbeast my dear.” “Uhm........ a good friend of mine does it often........” “Sounds like a pretty special person.” “Yes........ somebody who knows how to make friends........ and keep them.” “You should ask her how she does that if the opportunity should presents itself.” “Yeah........ I miss that shipping cat.” “Sounds very familiar to my ears”, the Dolorosa said. “Did you see her?” “No, sorry. I meant somebody else.” “Bluh, bluh, whatever.”

The Dolorosa wiped the tears from Vriska's face carefully. “Are you feeling better than before, little spider troll?” “Not if you call me that again.” “Why not? It sounds mignon.” “I’m not cute, I’m evil.” “Evil can be very cute.” “That is total nonsense.” A innocent grin came across the face of the older troll and she started to tickle the younger troll. “Oh, stop that. I‘m not tickl........ Hehehehehehehehe!” Vriska's laughter spluttered, uncontrolled, from her mouth. “Stop that!” “Nope, that is too much fun.” Vriska didn’t know what to do. She could easily free herself from this predicament. But on the other hand she liked it. Kanaya tickled her at least one time as far the cerulean-blooded troll could remember. It was more fun than Vriska would ever admit to herself or to Kanaya. After a while the Dolorosa stopped. “That was pretty sneaky, tickling somebody out of the blue.” “The Signless loved it. He sounded like a little wingbeast every time I tickled him.” //I bet nobody wrote THAT down.// “Did you also tickle the Disciple and the the Ψiioniic?” “Yes. It was more fun with the Disciple though. She was always the liveliest and happiest of us.” “I’m sorry that it ended for your little family the way it did.” “It was so many sweeps ago; I had enough time to process it. And in death we are all together.” “Good to hear........” Vriska felt sleepy. Very sleepy all of a sudden. She felt weary, her eyelids heavy. “I don’t feel so good........” “You are probably tired my dear.” “I’m dead”, said Vriska, eyes rolling. “I don’t need sleep anymore.” “The body and the mind both need sleep. You lost your body, but your mind still needs sleep.” Vriska knew that. She did sleep in the dream bubbles but she thought that this part belonged to her memories not an actual need for rest. “Sleep, little troll”, the Dolorosa said and stroked Vriska's back. “I’m sorry........ I am so sorry........ For everything........ I hate myself........” “Shoosh. I believe you. You can still redeem yourself. You can. You only have to want it.” “I will get redemption........ All the redemption........ All of it.” “You will, my dear, you will.” Vriska closed her eyes, snuggled herself closer to the body of the Dolorosa and drifted into a long sleep. The Dolorosa smiled upon the little troll. She looked into the sky. Night struck the heaven as Vriska started to sleep and she saw the starry sky. “You can imagine really beautiful nights.”

      Notes:

Well, that is my idea how Vriska could be in a certain situation. I wanted to make her wish for redemption a little bit clearer by giving her somebody she could rather trust. And every time the B2 Trolls meet a Ancestor, it was THEIR Ancestor. I wanted to change that a little. And I think those two fit together.

  Thanks to SilckenSoul and Shaula from the MSPA Forums for proof-reading.

Hope you all enjoyed it.

The Animation looks great.... After the success of the original, the new one got unsurprisingly a pretty high budget it seems. It is showing promise... I will anticipate “Sailor Moon Crystal”.

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A story about how Lori has to accept that she may love one sibling more as the others and how to deal with those feelings.

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Go to bed Terezi. You sound tired.

Marluxia, he was a Keyblade user as he still was a somebody. ... His story makes now NO sense, why does he need Sora as a Keyblade Wielder if Marluxia already was able to use one in the past as Lauriam? Or did he forgot that? Why is KH’s story writing SO incompetent all the time with retcons and more retcons and twists and all the other stuff?! That franchise has problems, but Marluxia is at least a good challenge as an Absent Silhouette.

20 Two Sentence “She-Ra: Princesses of Power” Horror Stories in Rhyme

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She-Ra, the Princess of Power, fighting for the Honor of Grayskull in full One day, Grayskull did not feel honored enough by She-Ra and they turned her into a skull.

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 2. Adora had been raised as a child soldier and was one during her teenage years The resulting PTSD was the reason she gave in her goodbye letter with many tears. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

3. Glimmer, Queen of Bright Moon, mistress of teleportation. She teleported all her friends at once, but they never appeared again in any location.

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4. Bow was able to hit anything with his arrows, even on a draw Catra learned this as one arrow hit her in the eye, for Queen Angella

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Swift Wind, loyal, boisterous, he was a loyal steed and good at acceleration

As he flew very high up, he learned that way up there is no air, only suffocation

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 6. Queen Angella, to rescue Etheria she vanished into an unknown domain The experience changed her into a being that didn’t hesitate to bring Etheria only Bane. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

7. The Flora was the domain of Perfuma, her pride and joy the most To keep her plants healthy, she turned her friends and foes into compost

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 8. Mermista, Lady of the Water, loved the sea despite the sarcastic appearing Raising the sea level made her supreme and the victims were every land being

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 9. Frosta, first time seen serious, second time a hyperactive ball of happy force Nobody knew that Frosta’s corpse was laying in an unknown ice gorge

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Captain Sea Hawk, there is no adventure too daring for him Ramming Dagon with a flaming ship cost him life and limb ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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Hordak, Leader of the Horde, Conqueror and Warlord, sought to be worthy At the end of a long brutal war, his head became She-Ra’s greatest trophy.

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Catra, consumed by wrath, madness and self-loathing, brought calamity

Yet she tried to present the destruction of Etheria as a victory

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Scorpia, the loveliest, the friendliest and least aggressive in the Horde As Catra finally broke her, she broke Catra in two like a gory board

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Entrapta, her hair so powerful, long, nimble and she used it smart As it got entangled in gears, it tore her skull apart

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Kyle, the biggest butt-monkey in the Horde, all made fun of him As they all lay dead because he poisoned their food it wasn’t done on a brim

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Shadow Weaver, weaving Shadows, to devour the unworthy As the shadows finally decided to devour her, they showed no mercy

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Madame Razz, being able to see time non-linearly was her specialty Seeing how inferno destroyed Etheria a billion times drove her to insanity

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Light Hope, her goal was to cleanse the natives from Etheria But she got a Virus which was the digital equivalent to Lepra

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Double Trouble, tricking, deceiving and disguising were his masteries One day, the people had enough and ruptured all his arteries

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Horde Prime wanted everything to be himself

He managed so, which is the scary thing in itself

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