Your name is Aradia Megido.
You're currently discussing with Sollux about what you learned earlier from your alternate self. The doom of your own timeline was to be expected however. There is thousands of them, so it was normal that some of your sessions couldn't make it to the end. What triggered you the most though was that this other Aradia talked about only a single main timeline. Were all the others designated to fail the game?
TA: aa, how ii2 that even po22iible?
AA: my p0wers can help me find 0ut if a lifetime is 0ver 0r n0t, n0t the reas0n why
AA: als0 our timeline is already meant t0 fail
AA: revive him w0uld be p0intless anyway
TA: hiim? who ii2 hiim?
==> Be him.
You're still standing still, starring at your disfigured corpse on the ground. Those angels didn't missed you. You recall trying to protect your face with your arms, but this wasn't really useful however. Both your face and arms are covered in deep scratches. But this is nothing compared to the rest of your body. Your stomach is ripped open, and god, you swear you would have thrown up since a long time if you hadn't stopped starring and got the control of your limbs again. Or if you could throw up at all.
You eventually manage to get your mind in place however. You blink a few times before turning away your gaze. This vision is sickening you. The whole place is. You'd like to be away from here, right now. Anywhere.
==> Be the other guy.
You grunt, slamming your hand on your face. Out of all moments your computer had to lag at THIS precise moment. You didn't even had the time to read Aradia's answer. You click nervously with your mouse, smashing the keys of your keyboard to make it quit his frozen state. However it seems just to make it worse. The screen is now literally glitching, like if it had been physically damaged.
A shiver runs down your spine. Either one of your old programmed viruses opened itself in one way or another, either it's something that you have no idea about. You turned off your computer before turning it back on. With some luck the problem will be gone and you won't need to go get another computer in order to fix this one.
"what the fuck..?"
Those few words slipped out of your mouth by themselves as you watched the screen starting to do weird things again. It was pitch black, and twitching greenish letters started appearing in the middle.
D
E
A
D
As they started gathering to form a word, another shiver ran down your spine. You slowly raised an eyebrow before a multitude of other letters appeared suddenly, spelling the same four lettered word.
You quickly looked around you, completely puzzled, but when you looked at the screen, everything was back to normal. You opened again trollian, reading the messages from Aradia you missed.
AA: it is Eridan
- twinArmageddons' connection timed out. -
AA: 0_0
AA: s0llux?
AA: are y0u having pr0blems with y0ur c0mmunicati0n device?
AA: i will take y0ur lack 0f answer as a yes
AA: anyway I need t0 g0 n0w
AA: it was nice spending time with y0u all
AA: y0u will certainly miss me
AA: 0u0
AA: g00d bye
- apocalypseArisen [AA] stopped trolling twinArmageddons [TA] -
For an instant all your questions about what happened earlier and the doom of your timeline leaved your mind.
She was gone.
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Dead Angels for a Prince Ghost
FanficYour name is Eridan Ampora. You just woke up and you have no idea where you are. (( My first story! Hope you'll like it! )) Homestuck (c) : Andrew Hussie