Homestuck Fanfics and Spin-offs

GamKar

A spin-off of the alpha trolls' main timeline and their time on the meteor.   

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The meteor was silent. Too silent. Usually, it would be filled with Gamzee's honking and Nepeta's occasional meows, but no sound reaches your ears. 

You decide to look for everyone. Your footsteps clanging on the metal flooring make you uneasy as every move you make echoes in the halls. 

You call for them. "KANAYA? TAVROS? WHERE IN THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS?" No reply. It seems like no one is here at the moment, which is quite unsettling as all of you trolls, the last of your kind, are all stuck on this goddamn meteor for who knows how fucking long. 

You turn a corner and see two shapes in the hall. Clutching your scythe, you duck back around the corner to investigate from a safe distance away 

There's puddle of blood on the floor. The source of the puddle is the knee of a very buff-looking troll with string around his neck 

Equius. 

"OH DEAR GOG HELP US ALL. EQUIUS? OH SHIT WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE WE-"

You see something in the corner of your eye. Someone green. No, not green. Olive.

Gasping at the sight before you, your knees hit the floor and you crawl forwards. 

"OH NO OH NO OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NO., FUCK. THIS IS BAD." Nepeta lies in front of you, covered in bruises and wounds that look all too familiar from your time on some of your friend's planets. One word, one name plants itself in your mind. 

I HAVE TO FIND HIM BEFORE SHIT REALLY GOES DOWN. 

You look up from your fellow troll's corpse and see a trail of two hues. 

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You walk with your clubs dragging behind you, leaving little rivers of olive and indigo. The blinding rage that had consumed you a couple minutes ago was dying down. Damn you needed a good'ol slime pie. 

There was a little scuff from behind you. You turned your head slowly, grinning like the madtroll you were. The smile slipped away as soon as you saw the multi-coloured scythe.

"GAMZEE, THIS IS HAS GONE TOO FAR. AT FIRST, YOUR DEATH THREATS AND RAGE-INDUCED COMAS WERE BEARABLE BUT NOW IS WHEN I DRAW THE LINE. YOU'VE KILLED YOUR FRIENDS, OUR FRIENDS. DON'T YOU DARE BLAME IT ON YOUR SOPOR CONSUMPTION. I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN PAP YOU OUT OF THIS ONE BUT I WILL SHOOSH THE FUCK OUT OF THE EMPTY SHELL YOU CALL YOURSELF."

It felt good to hear him scold you again.

"oh brother. THIS MOTHERFUCKER'S DOWN IN THE DUMPS NOW. no more joy from those shenanigans i just pulled. NOT ANYMORE. what in the honk happens now?" 

Karkat bristles but sheaths his scythe. "WHAT NOW? NOW, WE QUARANTINE YOUR SUBJUGGULATOR ASS SO NO ONE ELSE DIES. COME ON. AND PUT YOUR CLUBS DOWN."

You drop your strife-specibus and leap in for a hug. "karkat. I KNEW YOU'D COME THROUGH FOR ME :O)" You closed your eyes, smiling gently.

Karkat muttered something under his breath before beginning to shake.

"why's a motherfucker all up and crying?" You were genuinely worried about your moirail. You took his shoulders and-

Purple splattered onto his shirt. His eyes met yours. Red tears made their way down his face like rivulets of iron blood. "G-GAMzee. I'm sorry, I-i really am. But as a leader, I have to m-make this decision to ensure the survival of everyone else." 

You stared at him in shock. You wanted to be angry, you wanted to feel the flaming heat of rage. But all you could manage to do was smile. 

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You wanted to scream. You wanted your cries to echo down these halls so everyone would hear what you had been reduced to. 

Gamzee was still smiling. Why was he smiling? Why why WHY? 

"it's okay, karkat." He looked at you before coughing up globs of blood. Laying down on his side, Gamzee curled around where the scythe had sliced his chest open. He lay there for a couple more seconds before going silent. All around him was purple.

You sit down. Hard. 

FUCK THIS TWISTED GAME AND FUCK EVERYONE IN ON IT. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. DID I REALLY THINK WE COULD CLAIM OUT ULTIMATE PRIZE WITH EVERYONE ALIVE AND WELL?

Looking once more at your moirail's face, you put your head in your hands and cry. The tears slip through your fingers and onto the floor, mixing with the dark pool in front of you.