Homestuck x reader

Metamorphosis (Homestuck trolls x reader) prologue

Nighttime could mean either of two things. The first being that the moon replaces the sun in the sky and illuminates all that isn't already covered in electric light or firelight. It shines over everything, making it seem as though silver snow has fallen and proclaiming most objects as visible. The second being that complete and utter darkness dominates. Nothing can be seen. Things that some may never lay eyes upon creep about through underbrush in the country or in back alleys behind stores in the city.

Either way, it meant one and only one thing to you and that was climbing into bed and falling asleep next to the one you loved. You both may talk for a bit, speaking softly about how your day was or you may simply lay in silence, finding each others steady breathing to be just as comforting. Living out and away from people did have it's perks and it's losses, away from the lights and pollution, but far from friends.

Eventually, slumber always found it's way into the house, wrapping you both in it's soothing blanket and gently planting dreams within your mind. The dreams could be good, winding soft tendrils throughout you and showing you the beauty that lay within the farthest reaches of your imagination, from the deepest seas to the most distant stars. Sometimes, however, slumber was not as enchanting as it could be. There were times when it could plant the cruelest nightmares in you, the soft, beautiful tendrils that wove pleasant dreams suddenly becoming corrupt, mutilated threads that cut and strangled the flesh of your enchanting reveries and bleeding out what lay beneath, locked away for good reason. The subconscious, where your terrors and rage seethed and bubbled like an illness. They'd ooze out from the lacerations and take over, if only for one night, but it would be enough. Enough to make you whimper in your sleep, toss your head left and right, to make you jerk awake in a cold sweat, reaching out for something that had already faded, never to be remembered.

That was what nighttime was to the world, a time of silver light or darkness. That was what nighttime was to you, a time to lay with your love and talk or not, a time for dreams and nightmares.

But...

On this night in particular, it was going to be a night of falling stars. And one was going to have quite the unexpected effect on you and your love.