A/N: TBH I'm only writing here for ease and the word count now.
Reader: Be overseaFixation
You are now overseaFixation, though at the moment you know yourself only as Eridan Ampora.
You shuddered as you woke up in an all-too-familiar hive, in an all-too-familiar block. You raised a hand to your head, wincing at the twinge of pain before you jolted up to observe your surroundings. As expected, nothing had changed. Your book was still open and on the ground where you'd left it that night. Your lusus' blood still seemed fresh against the boards of your hive's wall, despite how long it had been.
Was it a dream? It didn't seem like it. You got off your couch (why did you fall asleep there?), quickly noting that you were missing your cape and scarf. Great. Just what you needed. Needing to confirm it to yourself, you strode over to your thermal hull and pulled it open. You'd never been able to taste in your dreams.
You hissed as a pile of shitty wands fell onto you. You'd forgotten about those.
Once you managed to grapple your way out of the merciless pile, you took a moment to get your shit together. Chances were you were on LOWAA. And if that was the case, you needed your crosshairs right fucking now. You stood up, almost immediately spotting them a few paces to your right. You reached out.
Suddenly, it was half a wand. Everything was dark. If you listened closely, you could hear something buzzing, something buzzing as intensely as...
You couldn't think about it right now. Your mind was racing, overflowing with memories that felt wrong to have in the first place.
Whether for better or worse, your thoughts were cut off first by that feeling of buzzing at your waist, and then by the intense pain and continued buzzing that followed. You felt your eyes open wide before you squeezed them tight shut and...
You opened your eyes. Your palmhusk was buzzing insistently by your waist, the screen glowing with some insignificant Vriskagram alert. You blinked the tears away, groaning softly as you sat up. Your phone had stopped buzzing by now, and before you could read the message, the screen faded to black. For now, you didn't bother unlocking it again. You would rather not deal with the drama typical of social media for now.
You nearly bit through your tongue when it buzzed again. Despite the hour and despite your inclinations to leave whoever the fuck it was unanswered, you picked up your phone and read the message displayed on your screen. Once you had, you felt your pusher sink to your toes.
"tentacleTherapist sent you a message."
"tentacleTherapist sent you a message."
"tentacleTherapist liked your photo."
Fuck. So you had been found, and not even by Kanaya. You hesitated before swiping to the left on the notification and typing in your password. You waited for it to load, your pusher feeling like it was beating out of your chest. You felt like you were going to die.
"So this is where you are. I can't pretend I expected to see you again, or for that matter to seek you out. Nonetheless, I'm here to ask you to meet us."
"After some debating with Kanaya, we've decided it would be most convenient if we brought you to our own home. Meet us at the Shitty Statue of Liberty on Monday at nine AM."
You could practically feel the nerves through the message. Was she nervous, or furious? You could never tell. Not even with people you used to consider close to you. You had no valid reason to turn her down, unfortunately. You lived rather close to the statue, and you had nothing planned for Monday. How she knew either of these things was a mystery. You almost didn't respond, but you didn't want her to message you again.
"oh"
You couldn't tell yourself whether the two letter response was some sort of petty revenge or just a result of the confusion and fear on your end. You locked your palmhusk, glancing back to the rest of your block. It looked nice in the dark. It was familiar if nothing else. You had lived here your whole life, and you didn't want to leave it behind. Through your tired daze, the full gravity of the situation finally hit you. You froze up where you knelt, slumping slightly.
You were going to die again. You were going to die again and there was nothing you could do about it because if you tried to avoid them they'd track you down and find you and the punishment would be even worse for not accepting the fate you well deserved. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve, remembering your prior plan.
You had to bullshit it. Pretend like you didn't remember. Which meant-- such a halfassed response to a Creator couldn't and wouldn't do. Just like everyone else, you were meant to hold an unwavering admiration for them. Sighing, you picked up your palmhusk.
"okay ill go for sure but i mean i dont knoww wwhat youre messagin me for or wwhat youre goin on about clue me in on wwhat you mean by again"
If your luck ran gold, she'd tell you to forget about it.
"You don't remember?"
"i dont"
"wwhats there to remember"
"Consider this your first lesson in showmanship."
"WWAIT NO"
Great, you'd blown it.
"I knew it."
"fuck"
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The Unfortunate Circumstance Called Reincarnation (A Homestuck Earth C fanfic)
Fiksi PenggemarEridan Ampora didn't want to be alive. He didn't want the memories of what had happened to flood back to him, but he wasn't given much of a choice. It's hard to forget when your killer is a goddess. It's even harder to forget when she and her girlfr...
