Atta skipped around her large empty mansion, swirling and twirling down the halls, her long brown hair flying around her with each twirl. She wore her ripped up black jeans and a wrinkled up blue and red strip tshirt. Her black worn out converse left marks on the floor, but today, she did not care.
Today was March 17th, her golden birthday. Today would go how she wanted it to, and she would do what she wanted to do, and would not follow orders from her pesky little guardian told her to do. Owl was always getting her in trouble.
Anything vibrated against her thigh. Must be her friend Kala asking about the update.
----- superSherlocked (kala) started pestering creepyKitty (atta) --------
SS: Atta!
SS: Attttttttttaaaaaaaaaaa
SS: ATTA
CK: What?!
SS: *whispers* update...
CK: *screaming* UPDATEEEEEEEEE
CK: FUCCCCCCKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSS
----- creepyKitty has ceased pestering superSherlocked -------
With cat like speed, Atta ran up up her marble stair case, darting through the white hallway and into her poster covered room. With a litter hoo skip and a step she was in her black computer chair, logging onto mspaintadventures.com with relative easy. But, as soon as she tried to click the arrow, the computer froze.
"No no. No. You. Will. Not. fREEZ ON ME!!"
She the side of her monitor in anger, until an ungodly screeching noise, along with a static on her screen.
She cursed under her breath and hit the computer a few more times, till a blue scratch across her screen.
"What the f- OH MY GOD" she jumped out of her seat when a grey skinned, yellow nailed hand burst from the blue scratch. It reached out and graded the edge of her desk, pulling more of its body out.
Atta screamed and ran out of her room and slamming the door. She heard a thump and a clang, and the sound of glass breaking. Then she heard, what ever it was, speak.
"FUCK OW OH GOG THAT FUCKING HURT!!"
'No... It couldn't be... Is that...' She slowly opened her door, poking her head in gently.
Standing there, cursing at the computer, was a troll. Candy corn horns, grey skin, black messy hair and a black turtle neck, could only belong to one person.
Karkat Vantas was standing in her room, cursing at her computer. Little did Atta know, this was only the begging.
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A House Meant For Twelve
FanfictionAtta Hamlet is a fangirl. A major. How major? When there's a Homestuck update, she shouts at the top of her lungs "UPDATE!!!!!!!!1!1!1!!/!/" Atta is a rich girl, and she lives with her Uncle Matt. Sadly, her uncle passed away a little over two year...
