Homestuck/Hiveswap X Reader Oneshots

Oh Shit...☠

 This was requested (more like suggested) by colorlesstragedy 

This is going to be complete horror, run now while you have the chance.

Enjoy if you can.

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This day could not get any worse was the mantra that kept running through the mind of one particular human as they stood under a bridge to stay out of the pouring rain. 

(Y/N) had just lost their job, their car's engine died, their cat was found dead, and the lead to their favorite band was no longer in existence. It was a really shitty day. They watched as a really tall troll walked slowly toward them before their phone pinged with a notification. In big text across the small screen could be read 'Maniac Troll Escaped Mental Institution, Remain Indoors At All Costs.' Well, fuck them gently with a chainsaw. They looked up to see that the troll was walking a little faster and was dragging something behind them. (Y/N) paled before turning and sprinting straight into the nearby forest, being mauled by a bear or eaten by wolves would be more preferable to whatever the hell the troll has in store for them. 

Their lungs were burning, limbs were aching as they pressed on not daring to look back, but they did look back to see the troll was not there. They breathed a sigh of relief before hearing a stick snap from somewhere they couldn't see. They whipped around and saw the troll staring at them, his hair soaked with rain hanged limply from his head, his eyes a blinding shade of red. They bolted away from the troll, running for their life.

(Y/N) had almost run right off a cliff. Their heart pounding. Their mind racing. Jump and be written off as yet another suicide or be attacked by the creepy troll from the depths of hell. Both ways will mean death. What to do. What to do. What to do, what todo, whattodo, whattodowhatodowhattodo. Their thoughts were broken by a dark chuckle.

"I'm gonna paint the MOTHERFUCKING WALLS with you BITCH. The messiahs will be pleased." His head tilted slightly as he smiled evilly at them. He slowly walked closer raising the spiked club above his head to hit his victim. As he did this they tried to inch away with a whimper.

With a burst of courage or stupidity, decide later, they ran past him only to get hit with the club as they gained hope. Their body wracked with intense pain, a few bones must be broken. He grins even wider as he raises his club again. They screamed as the club swung down.

The troll kept hitting the human until all that was left was a pile of broken bones and bits of flesh in a puddle of watered down crimson.