Tavros heard a loud knock on his door. It was in a familiar pattern. One that he hadn't memorized, but it still made him jump whenever he heard it. He flinched, then went to open it. It was Vriska. Tavros came to the conclusion that whenever Tavros was feeling sad or having a bad day, Vriska would show up at his door to make it worse.
"Hey, Vriska. What do you need?" Tavros said, trying to be calm. He hated Vriska in a way that he didn't understand. She was tall and pretty, and she was very commanding. Whenever Vriska would come into his hive, she would scan all the posters from afar. Each of them were fairies in revealing outfits that were striking resemblances of her, even if Tavros hadn't consciously noticed it. She'd think to herself, oh nice, now I'm in a bra and booty shorts. Stunning.
Vriska was a bit of an ableist. Fuck that. Fuck her. Fuck you, you god damn Vriska kinnie. Also, yes, I'm a Sollux kinnie. Yes, I ship Erisol. Yes, I'm a gay asexual female. I can do whatever the fuck I want.
"I'm here because I'm bored. Don't talk to me and make it worse, Tav. I think I left something here." Vriska would always take things from his hive. Sometimes just because he liked them, sometimes because she wasn't having a good day. She bent over, legs straight, with her behind perked upwards and picked up a small blade on the floor. Tavros's eyes opened wide, then he looked away, uncomfortable. The blade was very clean, and looked like it had never been touched. She ran her fingers down it, leaving finger prints. Tavros's face went a bright bronze color.
"What Tavros? Is my feminine-shit too much for your low-blood eyes?" Tavros's face was still flushed, but he frowned.
"Sorry. I was looking at my poster." Tavros said. Vriska growled.
"Don't lie to me, Toreadumbass. What is it about me that's so hot to you? My ass? Is that what you're looking at? Because you can have it if that's the shit you want! I'm so done with you and your gross perverted posters. If that's what you really just need to feel good in your worthless life, then why don't we just have sex and get over it?! Huh?!" Vriska yelled.
Gamzee's hive was on the left of Tav's, and Sollux's was on the right. Gamzee was asleep, but everyone in Sollux's hive could hear Vriska screaming at him, though it wasn't audible. They went over to the window to look through Tavros's. They saw the back of Tavros's head hung low. Vriska was standing there, scolding him.
"You fucking paraplegic bastard." Vriska started tugging at his sandals. Tavros's eyes were turning brown as he started to tear up. He couldn't comprehend what was happening. He knows he isn't stupid.
Time skip, brought to you by Erisol and sexual misconduct.
Sollux, Eridan and Karkat stood in fear, watching Vriska violently strip Tavros of his clothes and dignity. They heard Tavros crying, trying not to be too loud. Vriska would occasionally slap him across the face if he spoke. Alternia didn't have much of a government but if there was anyone trying to kill someone, you'd go to Vriska. They didn't know what to do. The idea of going over there to stop her was never far from their minds, but they knew that if they tried to stop her, they'd all end up six feet under.
Eridan had his head on Sollux's shoulder and Karkat sat in a gaming chair that he'd wheeled to the window. They were all so scared. Tavros was not strong, especially when it came to going against Vriska. The 3 boys were all trying not to cry. Then, finally being fed up, Sollux yelled, "Thtop!" There was a quick silence. Vriska didn't know where the sound had come from. The boys then started screaming various words at Vriska, all over each other.
They had stopped after a while, not getting anywhere with that plan. Then, they heard a loud creak of another window opening and Karkat smelt a familiar scent.
Sopor pie in the oven.
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The Day Of All Days {Like, a Billion Ships} Homestuck
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