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That's For Everything Else
A Homestuck AU
Geez, That Strider
“Where’ve you been?” Dave drawled behind me. I jumped; apparently, he’d caught sight of me the instant I had set foot in the village.
Thank you to theknightlyreverie for drawing such amazing Karkat sketches!
Author Note
Hey guys! I want to apologize for the lack of new content recently. I’m still here and still working, now that I have a working computer again! Expect more updates soon, and remember that if anyone wants to ask anything about the AU or about why I’m so slow, my askbox is always open! As for submitting, if anyone’s interested, the option is there!
We lost a few people because of my slowness, so if you like what comes next, please get the word out! Nothing motivates me more than knowing people want to know what happens next~
Thank you guys for sticking with me through this. And now, on with the story!
Why Didn’t You?
I had to go back to where I’d first seen my troll. Why would it have hesitated to kill me?
I mindlessly returned to the bloodied tree, where I’d buried all evidence of that troll existing. The rope I’d cut, the splash of red on the bark, the scraps of tattered clothes it’d left behind, they were all buried here.
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Why can’t I hold all of these follower’s feelings
Author’s Note:
I just rewatched HTTYD and realized that I’m a dumbass
it should be “That’s for trolling me, that’s for everything else”
so just so everyone knows I’m going to be retconning that in to be accurate for the next few hours.
Don’t panic.
Also I left the Submit and Ask boxes open in case anyone wants to ask anything about the setting or submit…things. :)
Today is about survival.
Bro lifted the gate to the massive sunken arena, spreading his arm in a gesture of welcome.
I was trying to concentrate on the color of my boot laces or how breathing felt. Anything was better than thinking about the weight of the glove I’d put on one hand and supported with the other, or the way it smelled like sweat and shed blood, or the way all the stones had a light staining like a rainbow in them.
If the Glove Fits
I finally dragged myself back home in the dark. I even managed to scrape up my new pants again by stumbling around in the bushes.
When I pushed open the door, I saw my dad’s back turned to me. I tried to scramble past him and up the stairs.
“John, we need to talk.” He said it in such an ominous voice that I froze. Did he already know about the troll? Did he know how weak I’d proven myself to be?
One of Them
It was that eerie time between afternoon and sunset, and I had nearly given up. I only had about an hour of usable light left, and it would take me nearly half that to reach my house at a brisk walk.
I shuffled my feet, barely paying attention to where I was walking. My charcoal pen said that I’d searched everywhere already, and so did my aching feet.
So now I had begun wandering. And wondering.
