The Insurrection Chronicles [ A Homestuck FanFicion ]

Doomsday

— arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC] at 1:06 —

AG: Hey Terezi!!!!!!!!
AG: Gosh, I'm so glad to finally 8e talking to you again.
AG: How's my favorite 8lind legislacer8or in the making doing?
GC: VR1SK4 1 WOULD L1K3 TO HUMBLY R3M1ND YOU TH4T MY BL1NDNESS 1S TH3 R3SULT OF YOUR 4WFUL MOR4L 4ND P3RSON4L1TY
AG: You're still mad a8out that?
AG: We're almost 9 sweeps old now, you know. I think it's time for new 8eginnings.
GC: MY GLOR1OUS 4SS
GC: YOU KNOW D4MN W3LL TH3R3S NO N3W B3G1NN1NGS FOR YOU
GC: TH1S H4S B33N 4 WOND3RFUL ONL1N3 R3UN1ON 4ND 4LL
GC: BUT 1S TH3R3 4 R34SON YOUR3 CONT4CT1NG M3?
AG: Well kind of, I wanted to know if you'd be interested in going out with me to FLARP. For old times sake ::::D
GC: H4H4H4H4
GC: FOR WH4T?
GC: SO YOU C4N T3RROR1Z3 4 BUNCH OF L1TTL3 TROLLS AND ST34L TH31R TR34SUR3??
GC: OR M4YB3 YOU JUST W4NT 4NOTH3R 1NNOC3NT TROLL TO P4R4LYZ3
AG: Come on
AG: You prosecutors really know how to hold a grudge.
AG: Really don't know how to let 8ygones 8e 8ygones.
AG: Siiiiiiiigh
GC: 1M NOT SUR3 1F BL1ND1NG 4ND BR34K1NG SP1N3S 1S M1LD 3NOUGH TO B3 CONS1D3R3D 4 BYGON3
AG: As if I'd want your scrawny ass on my team anyway >::::D
AG: There's this great new troll that moved in next door.
AG: Perhaps I should recruit him.
AG: Scourge Si8lings for the win!
GC: YOU DO TH4T
GC: ON 4NOTH3R NOT3
GC: DO YOU SM3LL SMOK3?
AG: Nope.
AG: Must be your overactive nose sniffing.
AG: I have to go, I think there's a drone at my door.
AG: Smell you later!!!!!!!!
GC: W41T
GC: WH4T

— arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC] at 1:32 —

That was the strangest conversation that she has ever had - and she's had a lot of strange conversations. Vriska's comment did make her a little unsettled, but Vriska was also notorious for being a chronic liar. Terezi's nose twitched as she swung back around to her computer, which was making an array of beeping sounds from the thirty five unread messages in her inbox. Many people were messaging her in this moment, but she didn't feel the need to open the alerts. The constant noise was getting annoying though, so she leaned over to the power button that let out a very satisfying click.

She briefly thought about Vriska, she often littered her thoughts. Though they were short and gone quickly - it's hard to let go of someone that was so close to you. Terezi knew, though, that Vriska was truly only out for herself. She's what caused her blindness, even if Terezi had easily adapted. She only thought about her when it was convenient, not when she should. Sometimes, though - she felt regret for always pushing away Vriska so harshly. She could tell Vriska cared, she just was terrible at showing it.

Her hive hadn't changed much in those sweeps, there was still paper, scale mates, stuffing, and a rainbow of crayons on the floor. Most of them were used and worn down, but not as much as the red; it was more of a stub than a writing utensil now. Her walls were stained and painted with the evidence of whatever shenanigans she decided to pull that day - as well as her glorious artwork. Some of which were depictions of her FLARP adventures, while others were meaningless doodles of her random thoughts of bedroom court cases.

She gazed out towards the window with her sightless eyes, pondering where that putrid smell was coming from. She had the smell of smoke lingering in her nostrils for hours. It wasn't overbearing though, forest fires happen sometimes this time in the weather cycle. She felt bad for the poor troll that did live near the fire, though.

She looked towards her recupracoon, which she arose from not too long ago. Her dreams had been pretty pleasant lately, but at the same time felt somewhat empty. She noticed, that for a few nights, her lusus had been silent. Usually, Pyralspite would at least say a word or two to her, sometimes a full conversation. Though, lately she hasn't said a thing. Once again, she didn't pay much mind to it.

Terezi didn't exactly have a sense of urgency, either. So, blissfully, she walked over to the middle of her block. Suddenly, there was a violent buzzing. The buzzing, she knew, had to be coming from her mobile tablet. She forgot about it, she hadn't used it since she was small and couldn't reach her husktop yet. It was candy red with large, obnoxious buttons that were designed for a child. It laid on the floor, covered in dust from the chalk laying around it. She never paid much attention to it - but it's buzzing demanded it be paid attention to. Who could be wanting to get ahold of her so badly?