[S]: SCRATCH ==>

[S]: BEGIN

Today was the day, the final update for Homestuck was just around the corner, and you had been hyped for it! In any way of transportation from the place of holding knowledge, you were home and at your keyboard with various unceremonial tower of snacks to your side. You nab a can of FAYGO and a pack of HELLA SWEET FRUIT GUSHERS, wolfing them down like a famished HOOFBEAST. You reminisce the sweet combo to the fall of your OTP and OTHER SHIPS or to the knowledge an UPDATE is waiting to caress your bosom like the abusive platonic spouse it is.

[S]: CONTINUE ONTO INTERNET ==>

Ah , yes, the beautiful color screen that rots your brain from the outside in and right back out. The place Homestuck places it's realm in. The respite-block of your dream scape... Enough mesmerizing the Internet's hot plate of bone bulges, get on with it child! There's an update among us!

Once on the page, you see the glorious update date-a-rooni just begging your cursor to gracefully place its rumble sphere on with the delicate cushion of FUCK YE-

Wait.

What is this I see?

Just below the glorious font is... a blue colored arrow of truth? HAVE WE MISSED AN IMPORTANT FACTOR? Your cursor glides over it and it gives a noticeable glitch of sorts. Was this the GLORIOUS CREATOR OF HOMESTUCK'S DOING? We may never know...

Clicking upon it, the page spazzes and turns to the sorts of a space-themed page, the index and glossary of your beloved HOMSETUCK disappeared entirely and deformed into the billowing gas clouds of the COSMOS. Stars twinkled attention, glory sprung in the void, beauty of it struck the hearts of wondrous- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WERE YOU LOOKING AT, CHILD? Looking for a title to this bamboozled monstrosity that was Harley herself's waste void, it appeared in a maroon color above; '[S]: SCRATCH'. The viewing box slowly pushed itself forth and soon you find yourself mindlessly staring at a KEY that swayed back and forth, there was sound effects, too. The soft tick and clatter of a chain echoed through your color box's listening ports, and the sound of a pulse came. Your eyes started to feel heavy and weird, like the entire fucking ocean seized over your eyeballs, the watery viewing of a CLOCK came over the KEY and the space of the page sucked into it.

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???: HEY, YOU AWAKE YET.

???: HEY, DUDE, DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING DAMMIT.

???: LOOK, I'M FUCKING SORRY I SUCKED YOU INTO HERE BUT YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP.

???: FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

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You find yourself awakening to the voice that could be close to that of a CERTAIN CRABBY ASSHAT named KARKAT VANTAS. But instead, you come in view of what looks to be a human OC of a VOLUMPTIOUS CAT WOMAN and CRABBY ASSHAT SUPREME with a little TOO MUCH PEANUT BUTTER IN THE CUP. A mow-hawked KNIGHT OF HEART sits before you with a hand clutched to your neck and a hand ready to PIMP SLAP YOUR ASS TO THE NEXT MOON. She lowers it to clear her throat, letting you fall back in the process of doing so which ends up landing you in a HUGE ASS PILE OF ODDLY SMELLING PILLOWS.

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Z: AHEM, NOW THAT YOU'RE AWAKE.