A tall, thin man sat at a table. "They're dead," he muttered, grabbing some pieces and moving them around, "Doesn't mean it has to stay that way." His hands grazed over the pieces and put them into the "Forever Living" section of the board.
His light blue eyes shone with delight as he saw holograms of the now immortal trolls and children. The guardians appeared. No evil did. The man's pride was shown in emotions and movements. He smiled, a tear escaping his eye. His brown beard waved in the breeze that the wind gave off.
This man.
This man was the controller of time.
This man had created Homestuck time zones, and controlled whether the Homestucks were resurected or not.
He was Father Time, and he used his powers for good.
Not for the slightly good,
But for the great.
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A Lullaby For The Gods (Description)
FanfictionYes, this is Homestuck. But instead of having deaths, everything's fine. Everyone's together. No more goodbyes.
