Homestuck Afterbound

Act 8 Part 3

After Hosheo, Graysil, and Tareli landed on their butts with a thud. The hole above them closed up quicker than you could say "Let's go". "Ugh. I didn't expect that..." Tareli said, standing up and rubbing her hide. "Who is this 'Gracer' anyway?!" Hosheo grouched. "She's my moirail. And- hey... what's this?" Tareli said looking down. It seemed to be a clock and was labeled "Life Clock; Tareli Zarach". The time on it was 03:45:06:79:30 and it was counting down. 03:45:06:79:29.....03:45:06:79:28....and so on. "Hey I got one too!" Graysil said. Their's was labeled "Life Clock; Graysil Propus". The time was 01;32;56;80;45. "Same here." Hosheo said. "Me too." Aureli said.

*Meanwhile*

Gracer was walking on the beach. The sun was setting and she let out a deep sigh. By this time, she knew about her life clock. She was stuck in this world. She might not ever see her friends again. While Gracer made tracks in the sand, she spotted someone walking towards her. She felt a sudden wave of fear sweep over her. She stood still, frozen. As the figure got closer, she realized it was another troll. It was weird. She had never seen other trolls besides the few that live with her. Mainly because her world was empty and abandoned. The troll was an aquarius. It had to be because of the horns. Part of his hair was dyed purple. It was Gracer's favorite color. The horns on it were long and slightly curved at the tip. The troll wore a purple cape and black, square glasses. His shirt was longsleeved and black with the aquarius symbol on it. His pant were blue striped. Yup. He was a hipster. Gracer never judged anyone though. He got closer to Gracer, not looking up. He seemed depressed. When he got about 10 feet away from her he looked up and stopped. "wwho are you?" the troll asked. It was a male for sure. His voice was rubbery. Gracer stared at him, dazed. He was so...you know. Gracer opened her mouth and let words escape. "Uh....I'm...uh...Gracer..." She mumbled. The troll walked closer to her. "You stutter a lot. Are you related to Tavvros?" he asked. "Who?" Gracer asked. "I'vve nevver seen you before. No wwonder you don't knoww him. I'm Eridan. And a lowwblood such as yourself should respect me." Eridan said looking at his fingernails 'Gay style'. "Highblood, are you not?" Gracer asked. "I am." Eridan replied proudly. "Cool..." Gracer mumbled. She pulled a little music player out of her pocket along with some earphones and pushed them in, playing a soft song. Eridan stared at her in disbelief. She hummed to the tune as she stared at her folded hands. Eridan scowled, how could a low blood such as her not notice me, and she's new, shouldn't she be impressed!? He thought. He huffed before sitting down beside her. "Ugh. Tareli always has to add these stupid songs on my player." Gracer said. She clicked a button before Eridan could hear loud guitar music on it. It had to be punk. "I wanna see you choke on your lies, swallow up your greed, suffer all alone in your misery." Gracer sang. She bopped her head to the beat and imagined herself at a Troll Linkin Park concert. Worriz, her ancestor, took her to a lot of them. She would always get stuff thrown up or spilt on her, mainly alcohol, puke, or blood. Worriz used to be a punk girl. Therefor, She would go to really hard-core shows along with Gracer. Oh, how Gracer missed her ancestors. Eridan started to get frustrated. He yanked the earphones out of Gracer's pointy ears. "HEY!" Gracer growled. She reached behind her and grabbed her blades. "Don't touch my SH***!" She yelled. Eridan looked at her, surprised. He then squinted his eyes and scowled once more. His hand slipped and a piece of metal on the bench cut his wrist. "Ah!" Eridan grimaced as he held his bloody hand. Gracer put her weapons away, a face of worry across her face. "Oh my goodness! Are you ok?" Gracer said. "No I am not O.K, lowblood!" Eridan shouted. "Here." Gracer said as she pulled out a handkerchief. She made herself tear up, and she wiped her tears. "Howw is that goin' to help?!" Eridan yelled. Gracer took Eridan's wrist. He yanked away. She growled at him before grabbing his wrist again, "Yank away one more time" She threatened, pulling one of her blades out. He reluctantly gave in wincing as the handkerchief hit his wrist, hissing as the she pressed down. Gracer grinned a little after removing the hanky and looking at her job well done. "There ya go!" she nodded as she put his hand gently in his lap. He retrieved his wrist from her before staring at the scar left behind. "Howw did you-" Eridan started before being cut off. "GRACER!" A shout came from the other side of the beach. Gracer turned to see her Moirail sprinting through the sand with a young troll on her back, two other trolls far behind. "Tarelli?" Gracer exclaimed standing to her feet. As her Morial ran up she dropped the child on her back and sprung forward knocking Gracer to the ground. "WHAT THE F-" Gracer shouted as she hit the ground but was silenced by Tareli. Tareli adjusted her shades before giving Gracer a confusing stare. "You were late for dinner." She spoke blankly. Gracer looked at her Morial wide eyed. "Are you kidding me!? After all this you're upset about dinner!?" Gracer asked. "Well yeah, I made your favorite meal so." Tareli said standing up, wiping herself off and extending a hand to Gracer. Gracer took her hand and was pulled into a hug. You scared me." Tareli said just over a whisper.