Comfort in the game - A Homestuck Fanfiction

A Young Troll

Lemost Castin is a young troll with yellow blood. He has a yellow leo symbol on his black shirt. His horns look like two flower petals that are utop each other. He has fluffy black hair, a blue overcoat, and a blue bandana. It seems that this troll is 6 and a half sweeps old. (Amounting to 13 in human years) Or as he says, '12 and a half sweeps young.'

Today is the day that this troll will invite his friends, moirail, and kismesis to game with him. But first, he must do a little dance.

That was a beautiful dance. Now, he must contact his friends. 

Cactusghost (CG) started trolling Circushammer (CH). CG types in a *sparkly way, in all lowercase.*

CG: *ch, do you want to play a game with me?*

CH: Is i+ a fun game? Like a ^eally fun game?

CG: *yes, i'd say it's pretty fun. we can roleplay if you'd like.*

CH: In +he game, o^ ^ight now?

CG: *in the game. you're the first person i'm inviting because i'd like you to be the leader.*

CH: Oh, is i+ like a +eam game o^ some+hing? I can do +hat easy peasy!

CG: *should i explore the rules of the game with you or....*

CH: Do ^ules ever really ma++er? NO! Neve^. I +hink I'll pass.

CG: *you sure are a strange one, but I know you're the right choice for leadership. as strange as you are, you are absolutely determined.*

CH: Aw!!!! 

CG: *that's an unnecessary amount of commas! you're still my friend though.* 

CH: I'd hope so!

CG: *do you need a link for the game?*

CH: No, I'll ^ummage a^ound un+il I find i+.

CG: *i'm assuming that's a yes.*

CH: Who says I won'+ ^ummage a^ound. >:(

CG: *me.*

CG: *now, i'm going to invite a few other people, then we can set up teams. but, in my head i know that i'll find a way to make you leader.*

CH: Can we do yellow +eam vs. blue +eam????

CG: *why those random colors?*

CH: Funsies.

Cactusghost has ceased trolling Circushammer.

Lemost sighs. Maybe he won't invite all of his friends, that'd be too much. But, he still has a list of priorities, and his moirail is up top.

Cactusghost (CG) started trolling Lovingscale (LS).

CG: *;)*

LS: Wazzzzup? ;)

CG: *pretend i'm wiggling my eyebrows.*

LS: That'zzzzz intriuging! I'm pretending alright. Wazzzzzz happening? Did you FINALLY get a matezzzzzpirit.

CG: *wish as hard as you want, but no matespirit. only an offer.*

LS: There'zzzz alwayzzz hope! Now, prezzzzzent your offer!

CG: *would you like to play a game with me? <3*

LS: JUZZZZT MAKING ZZZZURE but that wazzzz juzzzt a moirail heart, right?

CG: *of course, whenever i do that, it's completely in that fashion.*

LS: Zzzzzorry for changing the zzzzubject. and zzzzorry for azzzzzzzzzumming that. you're my moirail. <3

CG: *aw. now, it's a team vs. team game. we'll all decide teams in the groupchat.*

LS: There'zzzz a groupchat already?

CG: *no, but i'll make one after i recruit.*

LS: You're zzzzzzo profezzzzzzzzzzional!!!

CG: *i trust you to add some trolls to the game as well, you don't need any permission.*

LS: It'zzzzz zzzzzo nice to know that you truzzzzt me! //>o<//

CG: *who wouldn't? just don't invite too many trolls.*

LS: Yezzzzz, zzzzzir!

CG: *before i log off, one more thing.*

LS: Yezzzzz?

CG: *love you! <3*

Cactusghost has ceased trolling Lovingscale.

It's never a dull moment with LS! This troll must check on his lusus, though. He is long overdue for a little chit-chat. Lemost's lusus is a white ferret-looking creature with four eyes. He's small, but he's always been there. Unfortunately, he's getting quite old. Lemost doesn't think that he'll last very long. To truely understand his pain, there's only one thing we can do.

> Become Lemost.

You are now Lemost Castin. What a silly-billy! You scratch your lusus on the chin, there's really nothing else to do. What else will you do now?

> Examine walls.

On your walls there are various posters of your friend's artworks. You have rather artistic friends, and one of your bad hobbies is to steal their belongings that they made when only about 4 sweeps old. Of course, you don't hang up your own work, you could not possibly even begin to qualify as an artist. In fact, you can only draw a stick-troll.

Next to the shine of your buddy's art, there's a poster for "Little shop of Trollers." Truly a masterpiece! Signed by one of the actors. It's one of your many personal treasures. There are more posters. Most of them are for your missing friend. You don't like talking about her.

On another note, there are some posters for your favorite band! Everyone makes fun of you for it because it's a "Human" band, but you cannot care less for humans. You don't mean this in a disrespectful manner, hell, you can't remember the last time you disrespected anybody! You've never said a bad word about highbloods... not even rust bloods! Dare you even say candy red bloods? Yes. You do dare say. Oh. You've gone all off topic now. Your favorite human band is "Weezer." You can't really comprehend or relate to any of their songs, but they have a pleasant sound.

What now?

>Examine floor.

Cleanest your floor has ever been. You enjoy having a clean floor, while other trolls do not. As a known messy species, you pride yourself on at least trying to be presentable. 

>Examine door.

It's just... a door. That's it. What were you even expecting with this?

>Do another dance.

Oh c'mon. You JUST danced a while ago. Nothing against dancing or anything, but it comes naturally. You're not even a good dancer. 

>Please?

Fine. You do a silly dance. Everytroll loves it. How do you not a matespirit by now?

Oh, you have a notification! You rush to the computer. It's from one of your many buddies, HD. But there's no reason to look at this, when you can just become her! 

>Become Hintingdestruction