ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic.

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ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic. Jul 18, 2018 23:00:20 GMT -6

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Post by cass on Jul 18, 2018 23:00:20 GMT -6

…Yeah…

For some reason you are unable to transition to your desired point at this time. An error 80085 or something close to it, more than likely going to get someone in charge of operating this system sacked.

As a result, you are still Aranea.

What will you do?

Aranea: Realize you’re an evilly manipulative bitch and correct the problem.

No.

You don’t need to correct the problem, because you have none. Because you already know you’re an evilly manipulative bitch.

Actually, you do need to correct one teensy little problem: you are not an evilly manipulative bitch, you are THE evilly manipulative bitch. You are at the top of the chain, the Queen Bitch, the biggest manipulative evil bitch to ever grace the multiverse and all its timelines with your bitchitude.

Bluh bluh.

*Message thing goes off again*

Oh Gog, who could it be now?

Aranea: Answer.

\/Open Log: WARNING: DATA INCRIPTION DETECTED.\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}<N/A>: comM4ndEr.
ARANEA: Yes?
<N/A>: i wIsheD to iN4m yOu th4t i h4ve 4RrivEd wiThouT incIdenT be4 I proCeedEd.
<N/A>: wiTh yoUr peRmisSion And oUr m4sTer's BlesSing I wilL conTinuE witH my mIssiOn 4nD terMin4Te thE thr4t to His rEturN.
ARANEA: W8, what mission?
ARANEA: I do not recall assigning you with any termin8ion.
<N/A>: comM4ndEr, 4rE we nOt to RemoVe thOse wHo m4Y posE 4 thrE4t to The m4steR 4t tHe moMent They Show ThemSelvEs?
<N/A>: we C4nnOt siT idlY by wHile This Cr4fT serVes 4S 4 deN for His eNemiEs! thEy muSt be ElimIn4tEd....noW!!!!
ARANEA: What are you planning to do, soldier????????
<N/A>: i sh4ll lOc4tE the One tHey c4ll c4ss 4Nd puT 4n eNd to His wRetcHed eXist4nce.
<N/A>: If thE m4sTer sEes hIm 4s His gRe4tesT foe, Then His dE4th Is 4lL the More NessCess4ry.
ARANEA: That one is not to 8e harmed, it goes against the master's orders!
ARANEA: He wishes him to witness his return, if you kill him then you deny that moment from happening!!!!!!!!
<N/A>: 4Nd if We coNtinUe to Let tHe huM4n dR4w brE4th Th4n We coNtinUe to 4lloW the RetuRn to Be thRe4tEnd!!!!
ARANEA: Soldier, your mission is 8lasphemy, do not proceed with it any further and return to your alcove immedi8ly.
ARANEA: Remem8er that I speak for the Master. If you diso8ey me, you diso8ey him, and that will not 8e toler8ed.
<N/A>: yoU m4y Spe4K for Him, bUt we 4re hIs swOrd.
<N/A>: 4Nd thIs is 4 m4tTer 4 WhicH worDs 4rE no lOngeR of 4Ny usE.
ARANEA: So 8e it.
-TRANSMISSION TERMINATED

So one of your more zealous minions has decided to surpass the chain of command and take matters into his hands. Time to make a call.

Let’s try this again...

*overlooking Cass’ bed*

It appears that while the critic has gotten out of bed, the Thief of Light is still sleeping.

Be the Thief.

Normally people would just leave someone who’s sleeping alone, but fine.

Vriska: Wake up.

*Her eyes slowly open*

You are now Vriska. You have just woken up from a very strange series of dreams, and for some reason are on a mattress.

What will you do?

Vriska: Get up, figure out where you are.

As your think pan gets things back in order you realize you’re in Cass’ bedroom, still wearing the slime-covered clothes you had on when you busted into his hive. You can even see some of it on the covers from where you woke up, a mess in an otherwise clean room.

Gog your head hurts; the last thing you can remember about last night was cracking the door to the hive open, then nothing after that. How did you even get in here anyway? And where’s Cass?

*she spots a set of clothes on the bedpost with a note lying atop them*

Maybe this will give you an idea?

Vriska: Examine note.

\/Open Letter\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}

Hey Babe,

Had to go meet Spark’s at his place. You were still asleep when I got up, but I didn’t want to disturb you b/c you looked like you just came out of a jello-filled hell last night/day/whatever. Should be back around 3-3:15 ex-Earth time, just check the clock by my bed if you don’t know what I mean by that.
Don’t worry about the mess, I’ll clean it up when I get back. Left some of my nighttime clothes for you to wear since yours are messy, hope they fit!
Be sure to put the dirty ones in a corner so I know they’re yours and I’ll wash them for you. My ipad should also be on the bed, if you want to mess with that.
Love you, spidergirrrrrrrrl!!!!!!!!
-Cass

Awwwwwwww, what a sap.

Better swap out of your shirt and these pants, and then get this damn ooze out of your hair so you don’t look like you’ve been cooking pies with Gamzee.

One change of clothes l8r……..

You are now sitting on the couch, getting on Cass’ tablet.

Vriska: Go see if ‘Sparkie’ is online.

*Skype goes off*

Son of a bitch beat you to it!

Vriska: Answer Sparkie.

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}Sparkie92: Well look who decided to get finally get up.
DarthCK: Hello to you too, Sparrrrrrrrkie.
DarthCK: What, you’re not going to act all surpriiiiiiiised????????
Sparkie92: No, I’m not, because I know it’d be you on there.
Sparkie92: Your bitch isn’t here anymore, the brothers Cool decided to drag him off and not invite me.
DarthCK: What!?!?!?!?
Sparkie92: Well, you see, we were just getting lunch ready when Dirk’s boyfriend Jake showed up, complaining that your evil stepcestor has been ignoring him.
Sparkie92: Something about a dashing fellow swooning her and walking on air?
DarthCK: Oh GOOOOOOOOG.
DarthCK: I know who you’re referring to and I don’t approve!!!!!!!!
Sparkie92: Just telling you like it is, Fresca.
Sparkie92: You ain’t gotta like it cuz the hood’s gonna love it.
DarthCK: Do you know where they ran off?
Sparkie92: No, and Cass told me to tell you not to go after him.
DarthCK: What for? Does he think I’m still a fucking 8a88y!?!?!?!?
Sparkie92: Because he didn’t want to make a bad situation worse by having his girlfriend forced to watch her man get the shit beat out of him if things blew South.
Sparkie92: Or all the anger and tensions between all parties involved devolving into a massive sausage fest.
Sparkie92: But the former is more likely, since he is not into yaoi.
Sparkie92: I wouldn’t worry, he’s got Jake English and two –repeat– TWO Striders with him, he should be fine.

Meanwhile…

*cue music*

Somewhere aboard the spacecraft, four distinct men walk in synchronization of each other, all wearing tuxedos and cool shades. One is an ultra-casual gamer with a sucker in his mouth and the theme song from the Sopranos playing in his head, another is a coolkid extraordinaire who specializes in shitty comics and timeline shenanigans, the one after him is an expert marksman and amateur explorer who sports an incredibly obvious fake British accent, and finally there is Dirk Strider.

Together, they are…

REZ A WAR DAWGS

cass
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ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic. Jul 18, 2018 23:02:17 GMT -6

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Post by cass on Jul 18, 2018 23:02:17 GMT -6

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}JAKE: I dont know about you fine lads, but i am feeling absolutely caucasian right now.
DIRK: Really? I would have thought you’d feel more vanilla.
CASS: Well I for one am feeling like a fucking badass!
CASS: I mean these suits are freaking awesome!
DAVE: im wondering why i have to be mr pink
CASS: Because you’re a...

*Dirk gives him a stern look of strong brotherly disapproval*

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}CASS: *nervously chuckles*?
CASS: You know what, never mind.
DIRK: That’s better.
DAVE: fail
CASS: Dude, if I went through with that reference, Dirk here would deck me in the face!
CASS: Not that I would've actually said that, but...
JAKE: Were we supposed to be referencing something?
DAVE: god youre sheltered
CASS: Are you serious? You’ve never seen or even heard about Reservoir Dogs?
CASS: I would think the guy with the huge obsession with movies would have at least heard about that one, but I’m amazed, you fucking haven’t!
DAVE: no he only likes shitty movies
????: DiD sOmEoNe MoThErFuCkInG sAy FaYgO?

*Gamzee pops out nowhere behind Cass, an incredibly mellow grin on his face*

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}GAMZEE: hOnK.
GAMZEE: :o)
CASS: *looks behind self*
CASS: Uh…hi…Gamzee.
GAMZEE: sUp.
DIRK: And now we have our Mr. Purple.
JAKE: Ah, mister makara! How are you today?
GAMZEE: I’m MoThErFuCkInG fAnTaStIc, BrO.
GAMZEE: wHaT tHe MoThErFuCk ArE yOu MoThErFuCkErS aLl MoThErFuCkInG dReSsEd Up FoR?
DIRK: We’re about to make shit transcend.
DIRK: Care to join us?
GAMZEE: fUcK yEah!
CASS: Wait, what are we gonna do, exactly?

Cut to the action.

The four had gotten dressed up for what one member believed was to deal with a mutual problem all four involved seemed to face, in order to get their minds off the problem for what he assumed would be permanently. Instead, they were just gonna get dressed up and get away from their troubles the only way guys in tuxedos ever could…By throwing a football to each other ala-The Room in the recreational area of the ship.

With a fifth party joining them, they engaged in this timeless activity, attracting a great number of onlookers from various parts of the known universe who stared in awe at the entertainment gained from such simplicity. All except for one…

In the depths of the crowd stands a rather beefy-looking guy -horns showing him to be a troll-, face hidden behind a helmet built with his kind in mind and some Imperial-storm-trooper-esq grey armor around the rest of his body. While they cannot be seen behind his visor, the figure's eyes observe the five beings at play.

Be that one guy.

You are now that guy. Yes, you do have a name, but it's irrelevant at this point in time.

All that matters is the mission.

Observe.

You watch as four humans and a highblood participate in some absurd game of repetition involving tossing a ball back and forth to each other. They seem to be enjoying it, no doubt because of their species' simpleminded nature.

You have been well informed about each of them, and they have all been marked as enemies by your Order, but you have only come for one of them, the one who has taken off his shades and bears no other glasses, and is currently the one with the ball. He is perhaps the greatest foe your Order has, and he doesn't even know it exists.

You're here to ensure he never does, or becomes strong enough to be seen as a more 'immediate threat', despite the mandates of your superiors. It is a belief shared by many besides you, a sect who has grown tired of waiting for the Return to take place while your adversaries gather in strength and numbers and the Order sits and does next to nothing. The time for waiting ends today.

Those in charge of the Order will declare you an apostate for this, a traitor, a blasphemer. But someday you will be called a hero.

All you need is a clear shot, and an opportune moment.

*He continues watching*

A few minutes pass and a troll in red-and-teal clothes that had been in front of you decides to break from the crowd and join the five at play. You move in closer to get a better vantage point.

Your wrist launcher doesn't have a great range, but it's less suspicious than a handgun and a lot more reliable than most 'concealable' ones. It will be the perfect tool to eliminate the target, provided you can hit him in a vital area.

Then again, that's why you have explosive-tipped and poisonous darts along with your regular ones. Variety is a nice thing.

*Cass gets tackled by the teal-and-red wearing troll*

Fortune seems to smile on you, as the troll girl seems to have mixed up human pastimes and assumed that they are playing football, tackling your target as a result.

This is the opportunity you've been waiting for.

Ready for the kill.

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}CASS: Aw fuck I think I've got a nosebleed...
LATULA: n1c3 c4tch bl4nco n1no!

*she helps him up, then prepares to start bragging*

You have the clearest target you're going to get. You're going to have to shoot through the football.

You set your launcher for explosive tipped and raise it at the hip.

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}CASS: Um...tha-
LATULA: but too b4d your 4ss got S44444444444CK3D!!!
DAVE: haha nice
CASS: Yeah, yeah, very funny-

Fire.

As the assassin readied to fire, a bystander bumped into his arm and caused him to aim slightly leftward when he discharged the weapon. A sabre-sharp dart spun to its destination, hitting its target as expected. However, rather than piercing through the football and through the critic's hip into his heart or other vital organs, the dart merely grazed him; the hole in the ball causing him to get sent a few feet as the pressurized gas was released. It was here that the assassin realized he had made a critical mistake: he had accidentally switched from explosive-tipped to regular darts. He soon attempted to correct his error as the crowd began to panic by swapping to triple fire with the explosive tipped towards his target and compatriots.

There was enough blood from the various beings afterwards that he felt he had no need to confirm the kill. There wasn't any time to do so even if he did, as two of the other known threats began to rise up. They were the Prince of Heart and the Bard of Rage, both covered in scrapes, burns and bruises but still alive, and more than willing to fight.

Things, in a way, were about to go down.

Be The Prince.

You are now DIRK STRIDER. You are awesome. You are Bird Week. You have badass anime shades that remain surprisingly undamaged in spite of all the stuff blowing up.

Before you stands a lone assassin, no doubt sent by some naysayer or neo-Batterwitch syndicate that wanted you, your friends and/or associates dead, and to your right is the psychotic killer clown troll who has somehow managed not to lose his motherfucking shit and gone into a killer rage like he was troll Bruce Banner, so clearly he's on your side.

What will you do?

Dirk: Coordinate with your jester ally as how to best take down this adversary.

*the assassin fires another set of explosive darts, this time aimed at Gamzee*

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}GAMZEE: HoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOnK!!!!!

Before you have the chance to open your mouth, the assassin sends your bro's clownbro flying with additional explosives. A chuckle rises from him as he aims at you.
You brace yourself for the worst.

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}JAKE: Oi, twitter! Get the fuck away from my mate!

*a large amount of gunfire follows*

Just before the bad guy could shoot you, your boyfriend decides now is the best time to start his own rain of fire and unloads at the assassin.

*The assassin absconds, rounds dinging off his armor*

His rounds don't seem to have much effect of the guy's armor, though, but they're enough of a menace to make him high tail it.

Dirk: Assess casualties.

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}DIRK: Is everyone okay? Jake?
JAKE: Oh, fine, just bloody dandy!
DAVE: ow
DIRK: Dave?
DAVE: i said ow didnt i
DAVE: and no im not fine a crazy guy just started exploding things and now my tux is ruined
DIRK: I could do without the sass, bro.
DAVE: so could half the people who are lying in pools of their own blood but thats not the point
DAVE: maybe instead of asking stupid questions with a sword up your ass youd like to i dunno try and stop that douchebag
DAVE: all those in favor say aye and all those opposed are probably dead so they can go die in a fire
DIRK: C'mon Jake, let's get after that guy.

*Dirk and Jake abscond as Dave gets off the floor, Latula getting up soon after*

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}DAVE: hey terezis radcestor youre not a ghost again
LATULA: sh1t dud3, th4t w4s fuck1ng W4CK!!!
LATULA: my h41r 1s 4n 4bsolut3 wr3ck! SO NOT R4D!!!
LATULA: by the w4y, wh3r3's bl4nco n1no?
DAVE: good question
DAVE: yo casanova are you dead
DAVE: crybaby says what
DAVE: caaaaass
DAVE: fuck if he got blown up i swear im gonna kill him

Dirk Be the assassin.

You are now the assassin, making your escape from pissed-off youth armed with swords and Berettas.

Just a few more turns down these halls and you're home fr-

*He stops in his tracks.*

Fuck.

Another troll stands at the other end of the hall, dressed similarly to Boba/Jango Fett from those Star Wars movies that humans are big fans of, but with a short sleeve shirt and grey and black attire instead of green or purple and blue. There's a gauntlet on his right arm, his left hand has only a glove, but his shirtsleeve is torn and the rest of that arm appears to have been scarred by severe burns. He even has a full-face helm, stubby orange horns poking out of them, and the letters H1N1 carved on the top.

You know who this guy is, the whole Order knows. You'd either be a fool or dead if you didn't. And you know exactly why he's here.

Confront this 'stranger'.

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}<N/A>: the M4stEr muSt trUly cOnsiDer tHis d4y grE4t, 4 hIs f4Med cH4mpiOn noW st4Nds bE4 me.
<N/A>: Dont wAAste your breAAtH w1th your AAtempts AAt small tAAlk, trAA1tor.
<N/A>: You know why 1ve come.
<N/A>: fUnny How hIs 4pPoinTed sPe4kEr doEs noT 4ttEmpt To ch4lleNge mE or mY supPoseD thrE4t tO the M4stEr's wIll hErseLf, deSpitE the F4ct She iS on tHis vEry vEsseL.
<N/A>: insTe4d sHe w4Stes His cH4mpIon oN 4 huMble Serv4nt.
<N/A>: Cons1der yourself lucky thAAt you fAAce me 1nsteAAd of Her. Th1s wAAy youre spAAred the publ1c d1shonor1ng.
<N/A>: She would hAAve hAAd your cAArcAAss fed to AA moobeAAst-AArAAchn1d colony 1f sHe were here.
<N/A>: yOu weRe 4lW4ys The mOst lOy4l W4rRior 4t thE m4sTer's DispOs4l. But iT le4Ves yOu blIndeR th4N one Who bRougHt thEir eYes tOw4rDs thE sun.
<N/A>: 4 the DishOnorIng wIll nOt be Mine....

*He readies a ninja star*

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}<N/A>: But r4theR 4 thE so-c4lleD heiR of BlooD th4T-

*The other troll produces two large handguns before the assassin can finish*

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}<N/A>: Your honor wAAs forfe1t the moment you chose to d1sobey the mAAster's demAAnds.

*BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM*

de4D.

cass
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ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic. Jul 18, 2018 23:04:08 GMT -6

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Post by cass on Jul 18, 2018 23:04:08 GMT -6

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His weapons emptied, the 'champion' stood over the slain assassin, reduced to a horrific mess stained in plum-colored blood and riddled with holes the size of golf balls, and made confirmation that he was indeed dead. He quickly reloaded them and proceeded to leave his mark before removing himself from the scene. By the time the Prince of Heart and Page of Hope arrived, he was long gone; all that remained were the shredded remains of the traitor, and a phrase written with the victim's own blood:

KE NU'JURKADIR SHA MANDO'ADE

They were left baffled as to its meaning, let alone its context, but what was more disturbing is that the corpse. He was clearly a troll, but his horn and blood color didn't match any of the 12 that normally would have made it to the higher stages of life for their people -at least, in the Alternian sense-; and rather than a zodiac sign his attire bore a strange looking A-like symbol, though that fact meant little to them, as there were many various symbols in troll history, for all they knew it was just an obscure one.

While the Prince and Page were busy giving chase to the assassin, the Knights attempted to get things back at the recreational area stable. The Knight of Time began searching for the critic, moving debris and corpses in a desperate attempt to find him. It was when the Knight of Mind came to a pile of rubble that their search ended, and things took a turn that no one but those who dabble in the stereotypical fan fiction would have expected...

Be the Knight of Time.

You are now Dave Strider.

You are about to drop a major bombshell on a buddy's best friend and said best friend's girlfriend.

Dave: Drop the bomb.

*It cuts back to Cass' suite, with Vriska still chillaxing on the sofa*

As he does that, you suddenly switch to Vriska, smack dab in the midst of discussing various topics with Andy. There's a ship-wide alert going off outside that just started blaring a few minutes ago, and neither of you have any idea what it could mean, though there's no evac order or anything. In fact, the announcers have said that the situation is under control.

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}DarthCK: That alarm is reeeeeeeeally starting to get on my fucking nerves.
Sparkie92: Mine too.
DarthCK: What do you think it's for, strife?
Sparkie92: I don't think so, not for an alert across the entire ship.
DarthCK: Remem8er who they have a8oard this scrap-heap, it could eeeeeeeeasily 8reak out into some serious conflict.
DarthCK: What did you say the others were talking a8out 8efore they left?
Sparkie92: Helping Jake feel better about things?
Sparkie92: You do know I wasn't being serious when I said they were gonna go beat up John, right?
Sparkie92: Hang on a second, someone else is messaging me.
DarthCK: Fuuuuuuuuck that! We're in the middle of a convers8ion here!!!!!!!!
Sparkie92: FFS shut up, it's Dave and he said it's really important.

*a few minutes pass*

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}Sparkie92: Oh my god.
Sparkie92: Vriska, we need to get to the rec center stat.
DarthCK: What for?
Sparkie92: Some shit just went down, someone we know got hurt, he wouldn't give me details. But he wants us there now.
DarthCK: Why should we? This is Strider we're talking a8out, he's probably playing some stupid prank.
Sparkie92: This is no joke. He was being completely dead fucking serious.
Sparkie92: Literally. He might die, I don't know, he just said he's in a bad way.
DarthCK: Dave? Needing our help? Pfffffffft, I 8et the cool kid's just 8eing a 8a8y over a scraped knee.
Sparkie92: FFS it's not Dave!!! This is someone we BOTH know! Take the hint!
Sparkie92: Get the fuck over there before you end up with ANOTER ex!
DarthCK: ........
DarthCK: !!!!!!!!
Sparkie92: REC CENTER.
Sparkie92: GO.
Sparkie92: NOW.

Vriska: A8scond with gr8 haste!!!!!!!!

You run as fast as you can out the door and the down the halls of the ship, questions rushing through your head about what could have happened as you push people out of your way.

The questions give way to self-accusations fueled by panic. You should have gone after him anyway, should have checked what those alarms were for, should have told the Striders not to drag your matesprit into their stupid plans, should have told him not to go after Egbert, should have told Aranea to tell that fuckass Egbert not to come near him, shouldn't have slept so gogdamn late!!!!!!!!

You hope he's not dead, otherwise you may kill him.

*She goes to a different level*

You reach another level of the ship, greeted by smoke emitting from further down the halls of the deck. It almost looks like you just entered a scene of that sci-fi movie Cass liked so much, though the name escapes you. Starship Troopers? Stargate? Star Tours?

Standing outside from the source of the smoke is Dave, looking like he had been through a fight, though his face remains neutral as always. He glances at you then back to the doorway bellowing smog.

Vriska: 8er8 him.

\/Open Log;\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}DAVE: the spiderbitch finall-
VRISKA: *gra8s Dave 8y his vest*
VRISKA: WH8T THE F8CK WERE YOU ASS8S TH8NKI8G!?!?!?!?
DAVE: woah now be cool fussyfangs
DAVE: lets all try to be rationale and calm here-
VRISKA: 8'M C8MPL8TELY CAAAAAAAA8M!!!!!!!
DAVE: look we were throwing the football around in the rec room when some douchebag came out of nowhere and started shooting rockets
DAVE: you might think otherwise but i made it very clear to dirk that we werent having blowing shit up on the agenda and it still happened
DAVE: so go yell at him
VRISKA: DOES 8T LOOK LI8E I GIV8 A F8CK A8O8T WHOSE A8 FA8LT!?!?!?!? WHERE'S CASS!?!?!?!?
DAVE: hes in there
DAVE: listen hes n-

Vriska: HURRY!!!!!!

You toss Dave to the side before he can finish and dash in there, the stench of blood and ash in the air growing so thick you can taste it.

There's turned-over equipment, tables and chairs all over, with bodies and debris complementing them, and then was the cornet furthest to your left. Your heart starts pacing and eyes begin to water as you instantly realize who's there.

*She runs to that corner*

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}VRISKA: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no........

It's him, lying on his back and covered in blood and dust. Eyes shut, teeth cringed, clothes torn to pieces, and looking like he's been twisted and bent like a toy. You can't read his thoughts, as if he was...

No...they're faint, but there's still some things moving around in there. That can only mean one thing.

HE'S NOT DEAD.

But for how long is the question.

You rush to his side, resisting the urge to shed a tear. You instead start pulling off the shreds of tuxedo to see where the wounds are, right down to the undershirt. You can hear him exhaling. Things begin to feel reminiscent. Memories start flashing through your head of the past, of a time when you were the broken one lying on the floor covered in blood. The first time you died.

Though there are severe cuts and some shrapnel fragments, you're shocked at what you find alongside them.

Light up.

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}CASS: Urhh...
CASS: *grumble*

A symbol appears on his chest, its glow passing through his shirt.

He's a Life player.

*Dave pops up with Andy and Latula in tow*
\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}DAVE: so we start looking through the rubble and radglare over here finds him under a dead redshirt
DAVE: we ask him if hes okay and he says he couldnt feel his legs
ANDY: Okay, and what did you do?
LATULA: 1 turbo k1ck3d h1m r1ght 1n th3 sh1n.
ANDY: How did he respond?
LATULA: HOWL1N L1K3 4 B1TCH!!!
LATULA: 1t w4s r4d t1ll h3 p4ss3d out. toooooot4l bumm3r.
ANDY: And you thought this was a good idea because...
DAVE: it was my idea
ANDY: Well then, that explains it.
DAVE: yeah and thats why i said i couldnt give details
DAVE: see hes fine nothing to worry about
DAVE: but no andreimadumbass had to take everything out of context and get everyone and their lusus worked up
ANDY: Yeah...that was my bad.
ANDY: Why is his chest glowing?
DAVE: his chest is glowing what now
ANDY: Yes, his chest is glowing.
LATULA: Y34H!!! 1TZ GONN4 B3 4 ST3LL4R R4V3 P4RTY!!!
ANDY: And that is definitely a Life aspect symbol.
ANDY: Care to explain that one?
DAVE: well thats either a reaction to him being in physical contact with his girlfriend who is a light player
DAVE: or hes having the weirdest boner right now
VRISKA: Fuck you!!!!!!!!
DAVE: hey that pupa deserves to get some happy thoughts hes earned them
DAVE: he works hard all day long and almost gets blown up while his girlfriend sits on his couch and uses up his wifi chatting with his best friend
ANDY: Don't drag me into this dude.
DAVE: then one day his best friend gets a message from yours truly about pupa nearly being turned to smithereens and assumes that means hes dead
DAVE: so he tells the girlfriend hey your bfs dead hows about i be the one who knocks on your door and then we go bucking bad
DAVE: and shes like yeah that sounds grrrrrrrr-

*SPIDERRRRRRRR PUNNNNNNNNCH!!!!!!!*

*Dave hits the ground at the very moment Dirk and Jake arrive, his shades cracked*

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{Spoiler}DIRK: What did I walk in on.
DAVE: jesus fuck
DAVE: you did not just wreck the shades
DAVE: that is heresy on all the motherfucking levels
VRISKA: Sorry, Daaaaaaaave. Them's the 8reaks!!!!!!!!
DIRK: Can't I leave you kids alone for five seconds without one of you trying to start a fight?
DAVE: bro this spider bitch just wrecked the shades
JAKE: Why, i say! Thats against the bro code!
DIRK: Seriously, Jake. The Bro Code.
DIRK: Your brospect has just been revoked.
DAVE: who the fuck cares about your brospect
DAVE: whats important here is that my cool shades got trashed
DAVE: my image has been tarnished
ANDY: We'll get you a new pair-
DAVE: you dont understand im nothing without the shades
DAVE: itd be like superman without his cape batman without the utility belt or gamzee without clown makeup you just dont do that man
ANDY: To be fair, you DID kind of deserve it.
ANDY: You were talking shit.
DAVE: no
DAVE: she went too far this time
DAVE: the only way i can reclaim my honor now

*Dave's sword appears in his hand*

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{Spoiler}DAVE: is through strife

Dirk: Engage arbitrary mode.

Using your NINJA-LIKE REFLEXES you leap into action and quickly replace your bro's sword with one of your greatest inventions of all time...A SMUPPET.

For ironic purposes.

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{Spoiler}DAVE: GOD DAMMIT DIRK

With your bro disarmed for the moment, you see Vriska cock a grin as she reaches for her dice kind...

*She reaches for it and grabs air, then looks down and around in surprise*

...Only for her to realize she apparently does not even have her SPECIBUS on her, either out of bad luck or because of her questionable new choice in fashion. Oh well, them's the breaks!

You quickly snatch her glasses before she can even react and then proceed to blindfold and hogtie the spider bitch with the ragged remains of various clothing in the rec center.

That idea sounded a lot better in your head.

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}VRISKA: H8Y!!!!!!!!

ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT.

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}CASS: Would...you all...just...

*As Dirk is running with his ninja reflexes, one of Cass' legs rises off the ground and catches his foot, causing him to trip.*

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}CASS: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!

*Dirk lands on his face, his shades miraculously intact, while Cass gets off the floor*

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{Spoiler}CASS: GOOD FUCKING LORD, I JUST HAD A FUCKING NEAR LIFE EXPERIENCE AND THIS IS THE TREATMENT I GET!?
CASS: MY FRIENDS, LOVERS AND ASSOCAITES GETTING INTO STRIFES AND BONDAGE!?
CASS: Fuck this, if I'm gonna get blown up when I step out the door then I'll just take my leave and head on back to my place.

Cass: Abscond.

*He picks up Vriska and carries her in his arms as he exits the place*

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}LATULA: ...
JAKE: ...
ANDY: Well that happened.
DAVE: yo bro you okay
DIRK:

DIRK: I'm good.
GAMZEE: *hOnK*

You had just been bested by someone else's timing. That's all you have to say about the matter.

But you won't actually say that out loud, because you have an image to uphold. Instead you will simply honor him with silence for now and devote your life to making your timing superior, so that when you next face him it will be his face that ends up hitting the floor.

hOnK.

Shit, did you actually say that out loud?

nO, yOu MoThErFuCkInG dIdN't.

Then how is he-

MoThErFuCkInG mIrAcLeS. :o)

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ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic. Jul 18, 2018 23:06:35 GMT -6

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Post by cass on Jul 18, 2018 23:06:35 GMT -6

Forget it. Let's just move on.

And since moving on involves being Cass, you are now Cass.

Cass: Head Home.

With your tied-up girlfriend in tow, you return to your suite, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head telling you how wrong this whole situation sounds. It wasn't your idea, so it's not as bad as it seems.

You still have hunks of metal in your body, but for some reason it doesn't hurt all that much, and you're not feeling very delirious despite the blood loss. Wonder why.

Cass: Untie your damsel.

After placing her on the sofa, you undo the restraints on Vriska (Again, tooooooootally not what it looks like). She shows her appreciation the best way she knows how: fussing about your timing in which you decided to do that. She's also missing her glasses.

After a while she cools down and asks why you haven't taken care of those wounds and offers to help. You accept. For whatever reason it doesn't hurt all that much when you get the shrapnel yanked out, about as much as a splinter, and you're not even on painkillers or adrenaline. It isn't Lupus, that's for sure.

What you are certain of is that she's doing a pretty good job for someone who supposedly is blind as a bat without her glasses, something you would assume she could achieve with her vision eightfold, but considering she lost it once in an accident, she probably just knows what she's doing. You hope.

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}VRISKA: Hey!!!!!!!!
CASS: I'm kidding, sheesh! Can't your mind-powers tell when someone's being sarcastic?
CASS: You're doing great, hon, honest.
VRISKA: Gr8? Pfffffffft. This is nothing.
VRISKA: Back on Alternia you were lucky if you survived when you went out at night, let alone didn't get so much as a 8ruise. There were 8easts out in the wilderness that could take down even the most experienced trolls with ease.
VRISKA: If you didn't want to 8leed out, wanted to survive, then you had to learn how to give yourself 8asic medical treatment, 8ecause no one else was going to help you out there.
VRISKA: 8esides, a lot have survived far worse wounds than just a few hunks of metal in their gut.
CASS: No, seriously, this is work worthy of a troll Hawkeye Pierce.
VRISKA: Is that someone from one of those old human television shows you like so much?
CASS: He's kind of the main protagonist of M*A*S*H, yes.
CASS: Relax. It's a compliment, dear-
VRISKA: *yanks out the last piece of shrapnel*
CASS: Fuuuuuuuuck!
CASS: Okay, THAT ONE, hurt a little bit more than the rest.
VRISKA: That's the last of them. Let's get you patched up.
CASS: Wait wait wait wait wait.
CASS: Don't we need to stich these up?
VRISKA: Noooooooo, with you they should heal in a matter of days.
CASS: How do you figure?
VRISKA: You really don't know?

She gives you a look that just says, "Dude, seriously?" and then takes hold of your hand. Her arm starts to brighten up a bit, as does the rest of her body, and then you see a green glow emitting from your chest.

At first your mind goes to wanting to say a dumb line like "Now I'm radioactive! That can't be good!" But at the same time, you understand the seriousness this revelation requires.

\/Open Log:\/

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}CASS: ...
CASS: Well...this is new.
VRISKA: I thought you said you never played S8ur8?
CASS: That's the thing, I never have.
CASS: What do you think it means? Besides the obvious, of course...
VRISKA: I'm not sure........
CASS: What if this was why I got brought aboard this tin can?
CASS: Or...fuck...what if this has something to do with that rocket-shooting psycho?
CASS: Vriska, do you have even the slightest clue what kind of danger we could be in?

*knocking on the door*

A consistent beat of eight. But your girlfriend's in here...

Her face grows disconcerting, but not in the same sense of there being danger on the other side. Rather...annoyance.

Cass: Answer door.

Oh, look, it's the other Serket. The one you know was ACTUALLY GODDAMN EVIL. She probably isn't anymore, but YOU DOUBT IT.

Anyways, you tell yourself to be polite to her and all that.

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}ARANEA: Cass, I heard what happened! Thank goodness you're okay!!!!!!!!
ARANEA: What are you doing up? You should 8e in 8ed, resting!
CASS: Hi Aranea.
CASS: I'm fine, though your concern is appreciated.
ARANEA: Would Vriska happen to still 8e here?
VRISKA: Yeaaaaaaaah, what is it?
ARANEA: I noticed you had returned the hive earlier and then left in a hurry, leaving quite the mess.
ARANEA: Did something happen, dear?
CASS: Y'know, I was gonna ask about that too...

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ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic. Jul 18, 2018 23:08:54 GMT -6

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Post by cass on Jul 18, 2018 23:08:54 GMT -6

You see as Vriska starts to become hesitant to discuss what happened the previous cycle, her left arm moving to press against her stomach as she slightly winces in pain. She didn't like to talk about it much with you; though with your knowledge of her past, she wouldn't need to. But something tells you that wasn't why she had come.

Cass: Express your concern.

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{Spoiler}CASS: Vriska? What's wrong?
VRISKA: You'd think I was 8eing ridiculous.
CASS: You're only being ridiculous by not letting us know what's bothering you.
CASS: C'mon, you know you can talk to me.
VRISKA: I had a 8ad dream, Cass, it's nothing to be concerned a8out.
VRISKA: And I don't want to talk a8out it. Not with you, or with her, not with anyone.
ARANEA: I seriously dou8t that you would just storm out of the hive and run to his just 8ecause of a 8ad dream.
ARANEA: There had to 8e something you saw in it that triggered such a reaction.
VRISKA: Wh8t did I just s8y!?!?!?!?
ARANEA: *sigh*
ARANEA: Very well then, I shall dismiss it until you so choose to 8ring it up again.
ARANEA: Will you 8e returning to the hive for the cycle?
CASS: Cycle? Like the day-to-night cycle?
ARANEA: Yes.
VRISKA: Actually........
VRISKA: You won't mind if I were to stay here for it, will you?
VRISKA: I've 8arely seen Cass for the dur8ion of the night, and with what happened to him-
ARANEA: I would much rather you 8e at home today, for your safety. I'm sure he would too.
ARANEA: 8esides, you don't even have a spare set of clothes for tomorrow with you. Those pants clearly are far too long!
CASS: I can wash the ones she had on; it isn't that hard...
VRISKA: Jegus, Aranea, you talk as if I've never had to take care of myself!!!!!!!!
VRISKA: I'm not a wriggler, d8mn it! I'm 10 sweeps old!!!!!!!!
ARANEA: I never said anything of the sort. If you wish to stay here then you may.
ARANEA: 8ut at the very least, would you please come 8ack to the hive to collect some items for the morning?
ARANEA: If only so you do not have to resort to wearing your matesprit's attire?
VRISKA: Hmph. Fiiiiiiiine, I'll head over. 8ut only for a 8it.
CASS: I'll come with.
VRISKA: Noooooooo, you won't. You'll stay right here and let yourself heal up!!!!!!!!
CASS: I'm glad you're being so considerate to the guy who lets you stroll around his pad like you own the place...
VRISKA: That sounded like lip.
CASS: No, that sounded like words.
VRISKA: ........
CASS: Pleeeeeeeease can I come with you Vriska dear?
CASS:

VRISKA: Uuuuuuuugh, you are such a pain!!!!!!!!
CASS: I love you too.

Cass: Depart with posse.

Posse? Are you trying to get yourself killed? No no, you will show proper respect to these two ladies.

Cass: Depart with the two ladies.

That's better.

You leave your residence with the two Serkets, accompanying them on their trip to their 'hive'. At this point you're not expecting anything bad to happen, though you are prepared for it, and if either of these two start referencing Adventure Time you're going to have to try really hard not to kill anyone.

*they arrive to the hive*

SPOILER: Click to show

{Spoiler}CASS: Hmm, n-

Just as you're about to step foot inside the Serket residence, you spot someone sitting at their kitchen table. A guy you were hoping not to run into, especially today.

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}JOHN: you!
CASS: AW, FUCKB-
VRISKA: C8SS!!!!!!!!
CASS: BOULDERS! FUCKBOLDERS!

His name is JOHN EGBERT, and he's the closest thing you have to a legitimate archrival on this ship. Like SO MANY OTHER PEOPLE ONBOARD YOUR MOM THAT YOU'VE COME ACROSS, you recognized him AS ONE OF MAIN CHARACTERS OF A POPULAR WEBCOMIC BACK ON EARTH, noted for BEING A MASTER PRANKSTER, THE FIRST OF THE FOUR MAIN KIDS TO GO GOD TIER, AN AVID FAN OF NICHOLAS CAGE MOVIES, and at one point BEING THE COMIC ITSELF THROUGH SOME STRANGE LOGIC. You suspect he no longer has that kind of power, which suits you just fine because YOU BELIEVE HIM TO BE QUITE AN SIMPLE-MINDED DUMBSHIT. And you don't even want to get into the details of his RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND THAT FELL APART BECAUSE OF HIS UTTER STUPIDITY.

You two are currently at odds for both that reason as well as SOME EVENTS THAT HAPPENED DURING THE INTERVENTION THAT RESULTING IN YOUR CONSOLE BEING SMASHED BY HIS HAMMER. Needless to say, YOU ARE MORE THAN READY TO FACE OFF WITH THE DUDE IN STRIFE.

No, wait, Face Off is a Nick Cage movie, SHIT.

What will you do?

Cass: Ready yourself for battle!

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}CASS: Egberrrrt...
JOHN: cass...

*camera zooms in one both Cass' and John's eyes ala a martial arts film*

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}JOHN: why are you staring at me like that?
CASS: Why are you staring at me like that while I stare at you like that at the same time?
JOHN: ...what?
CASS: Exactly.
JOHN: what are you even doing here!? didn't you get blown up!?
JOHN: people don't usually get up and walk after that!!!
CASS: Says the guy who got a sword in his gullet at least twice.
CASS: And that's not including doomed timelines.
JOHN: ...fair enough.
JOHN: that doesn't explain why you're here.
CASS: I came with my girlfriend, she kind of lives here.
CASS: I'm sure you're quite aware of who it is I'm referring to, yes?
JOHN: yeah. what's your deal?
CASS: My deal is that I don't crack skulls if I don't get a reason to. Try not to make me break it, will ya?
JOHN: okay...
CASS: Very good.
CASS: (Babe, why don't you hurry up and get your shit so we can R-U-N-N-O-F-T?)
VRISKA: (That sounds like a gr8 idea.)
JOHN: what does 'runnoft' stand for?
CASS: It means 'STOP PEEPING IN ON OUR CONVERSATIONS WITH YOUR BREATH POWERS'!
JOHN: how about you stop being rude and actually talk above whispers!?
ARANEA: 8oth of you, 8e civil.
CASS: He started it.
ARANEA:

CASS:

CASS: Find something else to do to avoid further instigation.

You take a peak at Vriska's room. It's really messy, broken 8-balls and dice all over the floor. And also dirty clothes. Doesn't look like she has much on the walls as far as posters are concerned, not even a drawing or a dull artsy painting to make things more lively. Then again, you don't have much room to talk with your suite only having about three pictures in it, one of which is of a goddamn sheep.

You begin to stroll back and forth from the door to the bedroom post in your typical ADHD fashion, attracting the attention of the other two people present in the hive who were already paying attention to you.

Your eye catches something in the room right next to Vriska's that sparks your immediate curiosity, a reminder of your childhood or perhaps what you think may be one.

Cass: Examine thingy.

Right before you get a closer look at what's in that room, Aranea swoops in and blocks your way, shutting the door.

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{Spoiler}ARANEA: What are you doing?
CASS: I'm sorry, I was just checking out something that looked famili-
ARANEA: In my room.
ARANEA: No onnnnnnnne goes in myyyyyyyy room.
CASS: My bad, then.
ARANEA: Now, what was it you saw?
CASS: Ever heard of Star Fox 64?
ARANEA: Is that one of your human electronic games?
CASS: It is.
ARANEA: I may have heard it mentioned once 8efore.
ARANEA: Johhhhhhhhn, do you know the Star Fox that he is referring to????????
JOHN: it's this old space flight game where you flew around and shot stuff as this furry fox guy, doing barrel rolls and saving this stupid frog guy that sounded like a girl.
JOHN: what about it?
CASS: Well, call me crazy, but I thought I saw the main bad guy in there, like on a poster or something.
ARANEA: Ooooooooh, thaaaaaaaat. It was a poster for a human indie 8and that died when your planet was destroyed.
CASS: Really...were they called Andross?
ARANEA: As a matter of fact, yes, they were. I 8elieve their name was a tri8ute to the game you were referring to.
CASS: Uh-huh...never heard of them.
ARANEA: What a shame.
ARANEA: Strange that you say you never heard of them, yet you knew the name.
CASS: Strange? No, I'd recognize Andross from a mile away.
CASS: That fucker gave me nightmares when I was a kid and still scares the shit out of me.
VRISKA: Caaaaaaaass, I'm ready!

You notice that she's standing by the door out, tapping her foot against the floor.

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{Spoiler}VRISKA: Quit gawking around!!!!!!!!
CASS: Sorry...
CASS: Eh, thanks for letting me come over and all.
ARANEA: Leaving so soon? That's disappointing.
JOHN: hi vriska! I like your new look!
VRISKA: I'll see you tomorrow night, Aranea.
JOHN: hey! i said hi-
VRISKA: I heard you the first time.
VRISKA: 8ut apparently you stillllllll haven't gotten it through your skull that I don't want to talk to you.
JOHN: i'm just-
CASS: She didn't stutter, dude.
JOHN: she didn't ask for your opinion, either.
ARANEA: John, please. Let it go.
CASS: C'mon, we aren't looking for a fight-
JOHN: but you're itching for one, aren't you?
CASS: No, I'm not, I'm actually trying to avoid one, because I've dealt with enough shit today as it is.
CASS: And she has too.
JOHN: i wasn't giving her shit, i was just being courteous.
CASS: I know you were, but she told you to leave her alone.
CASS: If you want to be courteous, then honor her wishes.
JOHN: she can't avoid me forever, you know. she needs to realize that.
CASS: Right...adios.

Cass: Return to your enclave

*He and Vriska both exit and head into the hallways of the ship*

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}CASS: You okay?
VRISKA: >::::S
CASS: What?
VRISKA: I wish you wouldn't do that.
CASS: Do what?
VRISKA: Get yourself involved.
VRISKA: I can handle myself.
CASS: Vriska, I'm your boyfriend. If there's anything or anyone that's giving you problems, I'm supposed to help you with them. That's what we're there for.
CASS: Your irons in the fire are my irons too.
CASS: If he starts any more shit, you need to let me know. Okay?
VRISKA: *nods*
CASS: So...what did you pack, besides clothes?
VRISKA: I gra88ed my husktop, my speci8us, and my extra pair of glasses.
CASS: You didn't have your specibus?
VRISKA: I must have left it........
CASS: Right, right...
CASS: We ought to get you some contacts or something.
VRISKA: Why? Do you not liiiiiiiike me with glasses on????????
CASS: Hon, I'd love you with or without glasses.
CASS: But I was just making a suggestion. I mean, what happens if that pair breaks, or you lose it?
VRISKA: Contacts can get lost too!
CASS: Yeah I know...and my siblings always said they were a bitch to put in and take out and all.
CASS: I just had a thought: you dancestor's a Sylph, why don't you ask her to do something needing glasses?
VRISKA: She's a Sylph of Light, not a Sylph of Making Your Eyes Not Need Glasses.
VRISKA: And she wears glasses too, dum8ass!!!!!!!!
CASS: She fixed's Terezi's eyes, she could probably do the same...
CASS: Fuck, I'm being an insensitive prick again, sorry. Just forget I ever brought it up.
VRISKA: All right then.
VRISKA: 8y the way, you ought to set up a Trollian account, in case we're separ8ed again.
CASS: I'll get Sparkie to help me get a Pesterchum handle when we get back to my place.
CASS: So...what do you want to do tonight/today?

MEANWHILE, WITH ANDY AND THE STRIDERS...

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}ANDY: Are you seriously still wearing your tux jacket over your head?
DAVE: i have to people cant know its me without shades
DAVE: no one must ever know
JAKE: Dave, i can let you use mine, i dont really need them.
DAVE: fuck no those shades are actually cool and awesome
DAVE: ill be like some soc poser trying to look like a greaser if i wear those
ANDY: No one will care if they're fancy or not!
DAVE: i will i have an image that has to be upheld
DAVE: my whole statement will be a lie
ANDY: What statement!? They're just sunglasses!
DAVE: the coolkid statement
ANDY: Jake, lemme see those...

Andy: Obtain Sunglasses.

THE BIG MAN...................HASS THE SHAAYDS

You take possession of Jake's RELATIVELY AWESOME SHADES. These are nicely made sunglasses, meant for badasses and Keanu Reeves cosplayers to wear.

Andy: Hand them to Dave.

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{Spoiler}ANDY: Take them and stop complaining.
DAVE: no way constantinople im not putting those things anywhere near my eyes
DAVE: theyre not shitty enough to deserve wearing upon my face
ANDY: WEAR THE DAMN SUNGLASSES, DAVID.
DAVE: no and you cant make me wear them either
ANDY: Oh yes, I can, and I will.

*Evil Andy grin.*

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ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic. Jul 18, 2018 23:10:29 GMT -6

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Post by cass on Jul 18, 2018 23:10:29 GMT -6

An evil grin appears on your face. The kind that makes children cry, turns teenagers into children, and has adults questioning how that's possible.

Time to wear the shades, son.

*Andy grabs Dave's arm and attempts to force the glasses on*

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{Spoiler}ANDY: Get over here!
DAVE: what are you doing man dont touch me
DAVE: okay seriously this is not cool
ANDY: Look, it's not that big of a deal whether or not the fucking sunglasses on your face are cheap or not, quit being a baby!
DAVE: you dont understand if i wear those i will die
DAVE: the irony within my soul wont be able to handle it
ANDY: THEN THE IRONY WILL JUST HAVE TO SUFFER, WON'T IT?

*Dave starts flailing his arms wildly as Andy puts them closer to his face*

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{Spoiler}DAVE: STOP IT IM SERIOUS
ANDY: WE ARE DOING THIS MAN.
ANDY: WE ARE MAKING IT HAPPEN.
DAVE: NO GET THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM ME
DAVE: WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME ANDREA I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL
ANDY: I DO IT BECAUSE I CARE!
DAVE: NO NO NOT THE SHADES NOT THE SHAAAAAAAADES

*Andy successfully gets them on while Dave continues to be over-dramatic*

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{Spoiler}DAVE: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
DAVE: MY EYES THEY'RE BURNING MY EYES
DAVE: YOURE THROWING WATER ON THE WICKED WITCH OH WHAT A WORLD WHAT A WORLD
DIRK: Mother of God.

*He grabs Dirk by the shirt, sliding to the floor*

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{Spoiler}DAVE: bro
DAVE: brooooooooo
DIRK: Yes?
DAVE: im dying bro my visions growing dimmed and blurry
DIRK: If they're bothering you that much, then take them off.
DAVE: NO
DAVE: its too late for me now
DAVE: i fear my time is at an end
DAVE: but before i die i must tell you something
DIRK: What?
DAVE: i need you to go to john
DAVE: and tell him
DAVE: tell him
DIRK: Tell him what, Dave?
DAVE: tell him
DAVE: that he needs to cut the no homo crap
DAVE: hes not fooling anyone
DAVE: tell him that
DAVE: for ironic purposes

*He collapses*

fake dead

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}ANDY: Drama queen.
JAKE: *sniff*
JAKE: That was as beautiful as a scene from avatar!
DAVE: jesus fuck jake way to ruin the mood
DAVE: now i look like that stupid claptrap robot on the floor crying like a little bitch
DAVE: now take your fucking shades off my face before i lay down some serious beats on your face

*he throws the shades back at Andy*

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}DIRK: You done?
DAVE: i am now thanks to your dumbass pet
ANDY: So you just went thespian for nothing.
DAVE: no i didnt i dont know what youre talking about
DAVE: that had to be some other douchebag who looks like me

Back At Cass' Place...

You are now Vriska. Currently your matesprit is busy tidying up his hive, washing his bed sheets and dirty clothes, and mainly getting the stains out of his carpet that were left by the slime. He had also said something about bringing down his "FrankenBox", though you're not familiar with that terminology.

In the meantime you have gotten on your husktop, which you haven't been using it in a very long while, 8 whole days in fact! Most trolls would've already lost it by now, and some humans wouldn't even make it that far!

Not that you've really needed to be on it lately, most of your associates either have popped up on the ship, are ones you no longer want to keep in touch with, or don't bother talking to you much anyway. There were more than a few 'friends' you couldn't face after all that had happened, and some of them had mutual feelings. After all, you had done some bad things in your life, a lot of their deaths were your fault (or at least, thought to be), and not to mention your dancestor almost singlehandedly destroyed any chance of there being a way to beat Sburb. When everything was done with, you tried to get as much distance from troll civilization as possible, and after a while you just stopped chatting with the few connections you had managed to keep.

Unfortunately your luck is still not great, as you ended up stuck with the very people you were trying to get away from in the first place. You were close to leaving when the ship stopped at some planet, but then it got destroyed. Then you found yourself in an intervention and the rest is history.

*beep beep*

Someone's trying to message you? That'd be surprising if you knew you hadn't been on for over a week. But who exactly could be bothering you?

Vriska: Check Trollian.

Well that's a shock, it's Kanaya.

YO! Shippin' ahoy. If you's don't ship it, then shut the fuck up and get over it 'cuz it's just fiction. Aight, I'm out fuckers!

Vriska: Answer Kanaya.

\/Open Pesterlog:\/

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{Spoiler}grimAuxilitatrix [GA] began trolling arachnidsGrip [AG]

GA: Vriska Are You There
GA: Please Answer Me
AG: Yeeeeeeees????????
GA: I Have Not Spoken With You In Quite A Long Time
GA: I Was Growing Concerned That Something Had Happened
GA: Where Have You Been
AG: Pllllllllease, it's only 8een 8 days.
AG: I've 8een 8usy as of l8. 8usy 8usy 8usy 8usy 8usy 8usy 8usy 8usy.
GA: You Have Been Busy For The Past Two Months
GA: Surely You Can Not Have So Many Responsibilities As To Be Unable To Have Even A Short Conversation
AG: I do. Got a 8ig load on my pl8 to deal with.
AG: And don't call me Shirley.
GA: Shirley
GA: I Did Not Call You Shirley
GA: What Reason Would I Have To Ever Refer To You As Such
AG: Relaaaaaaaax, Kanaya, I'm messing around!
GA: Im Afraid I Dont Understand The Joke
AG: It's a reference to some human movie called Airplane. Cass finds it hilarrrrrrrrious.
GA: Who Is Cass
AG: You haven't heard? I got a new m8sprit!!!!!!!!
AG: Aaaaaaaand he's a human!!!!!!!!
GA: I Believe Rose May Have Brought It Up In Conversation Once
GA: But As I Do Not Speak With Many Of Our Ancestors And You And Gamzee Are The Only Two From Our Session Who Are On Board The Vessel Of Which You Reside It Has Been Quite Difficult To Keep Up On Current Events
GA: And Being That Dave Is Not Known To Be A Reliable Source Of Information The Name Of Your Matesprit Eluded Me Until Now
AG: Wellllllll, that's his name. Cass.
GA: I See
AG: You see????????
AG: That's all you have to say a8out that?
GA: I Wish I Could Say More In Regards To One Of Your Quadrants Being Filled But Sadly I Cannot
GA: I Do Not Know Anything About This Cass Human Personally
GA: Perhaps If I Were To Speak To Him At Some Point I May Be Able To Sufficiently Provide An Opinion On The Matter
AG: And I'd let you talk to him if he'd g8t down here already 8ut noooooooo. He's 8een in his room 'cleaning' for a hour!
GA: You Are Sharing A Hive With Him
AG: No!!!!!!!! I'm just staying here for a 8it!
GA: My Mistake
GA: May I Ask Why You Are At His Hive
AG: 8ecause I can 8arely stay at mine for a minute without Ms. 8uggingyoua8outeverything FussyFangs getting on my nerves!
AG: I still cannot 8elieve that Mindfang, my 8adass pir8 ancestor that I used to look up too, turned out to 8e that 8itch.
AG: Why couldn't she 8e awesome like yours?!?!?!? Ugh!!!!!!!! Must 8e my luck.
GA: Speaking Of My Ancestor She Will Be Happy To Know Youve Finally Messaged Me Back
GA: She Has Not Been Herself Since You Left
AG: Tell her I said hey, then. May8e that'll cheer her up some.
GA: I Am Unsure How She Will React To You New Matespritship
GA: It May Either Be Entirely Irrelevant Devastate Her Or Make Her Develop Black Feelings
AG: Considering how much we flip-flopped 8etween red and 8lack........
GA: Please Spare Me The Details
AG: Heheheheheheheheh!!!!!!!!
GA: Does He Know
AG: ????????
GA: The Cass Human
GA: Is He Familiar With The Quadrants
GA: Because Most Humans Are Not Aware Of Their Existence And Could Potentially Cause Caliginous Feelings As A Result
AG: Yeah, he knows allllllll a8out them.
AG: I think he's done with his 8usiness, mind if we continue this l8r?
GA: I Would Very Much Like That
AG: 8yeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling grimAuxilitatrix [GA]

Vriska: Be Cass.

You are now Cass.

You have just put some things in the wash and are proceeding to the living area while the machine goes through its motions.

You have a black box thingy in hand. Mind explaining what it is?

Cass: Explain box thingy.

This is your FRANKENBOX, once your beloved Xbox 360 that had been destroyed during the intervention, now serving as both a mutli-brand console and a laptop. Apparently it came in today and you didn't bother with it until now.

It was built with leftover computer parts and the remains of your 360 by renown haxor and technical person ROXY LALONDE, when she wasn't drunk, of course. Which also means that when someone asks you who built that contrivance for you, you can answer them with "A WIZARD DID IT". A Techo Wizard. That works with TECHNOLOGICAL MAGICKS.

You figure now would be the best time to put it to some use, as well as to set up your pesterchum account. The timing has now been doubled.

Oooookay... Then let's do it.

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ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic. Jul 18, 2018 23:13:07 GMT -6

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Post by cass on Jul 18, 2018 23:13:07 GMT -6

\/Open Log:\/

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{Spoiler}{Spoiler}CASS: Hey.
VRISKA: Fiiiiiiiinally!!!!!!!!
VRISKA: You were taking foreeeeeeeever!
CASS: Sopor stains are harder to get out than previously thought.
CASS: I don't know how trolls manage with that shit.
CASS: Anyways, what say we get this stuff set up and all?
VRISKA: It's not like you have an option at this point, 8ecause there's someone who wants to speak with you.
CASS: One of the other trolls? Do I get a prize if I'm right?
VRISKA: You'll find out........

*he sits down next to Vriska, turns on the laptop and starts fiddling with it*

After taking a few seconds to think of a name, you ultimately go with macabreLambency since your girlfriend almost flipped her shit when she saw your first decision was mutinousLegionnaire, since she's big into pirates and all.

What's that? The name doesn't follow the same system as the others? Well too bad! If John can get away with ectoBiologist then you should be allowed to this one without the flak. Besides, giving the system the bird is how you roll.

Once you have your chumHandle all nice and ready, she begins conversing with you to test that it works, and then proceeds to type some more before you get a notification of someone else trying to get in touch with you.

Cass: Answer Person.

\/Open Pesterlog:\/

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{Spoiler}{Spoiler}grimAuxilitatrix [GA] began pestering macabreLambency [ML]

GA: Hello Human
GA: Your Name Is Cass Is It Not
ML: Hi!
ML: Yes, that is my name.
ML: And I must be speaking with Kanaya right now, yes?
GA: Yes That Is Correct
ML: I figured it'd be you from the text color and how you type, that and the fact you were talking with Vriska earlier.
GA: How Do You Know This
ML: Well either one of you could've started messaging the other. I'm just guessing here.
ML: In any case, it's nice to meet you.
GA: Likewise
GA: I Am Surprised That You Know Not Only My Name But Also My Writing Quirks
GA: May I Ask How You Obtained Such Knowledge When We Have Not Spoken To Each Other Before The Present Moment
ML: Oh...that's a looooooooong story.
ML: You want the whole gist or the cliffnotes version of it?
GA: It Does Not Matter
ML: Cliffnotes version it is!
ML: Okay, where I was from you guys -you, Vriska, Dave, Rose, Roxy, Terezi, and everyone else- were the stuff of legend.
ML: And these legends were very detailed and lengthy regarding certain events, subjects, and individuals.
ML: Oh God, were they lengthy.
GA: Interesting
GA: And Where Did You Come From
ML: A bunch of rock artists formerly known as Earth.
GA: You Are From Earth And You Say It Has Been Destroyed
GA: That Is Quite Strange
ML: You're telling this to someone who went to bed one night in his own house, woke up that morning on a spaceship and watched Earth get Alderaan'd, and now is messaging a person from fiction who apparently really does exist.
ML: Hate to tell you but strange took a jump out the airlock long ago.
GA: I Am Afraid You Misunderstand Me
GA: It Is Not Strange In The Fact That Your Earth Is Gone
GA: But Rather That I Was Under The Impression That There Was Only One
ML: There was one. Now there's zero.
GA: False
GA: You May Find This To Be Difficult To Believe But Your Planet Could Not Have Been Earth
ML: What? Of course it was!
ML: You're telling me that Earth wasn't Earth? Yeah, no.
GA: Do You Know Of Jade Harley
ML: I fail to see how this relates to what we're talking about but yes.
GA: She Has Chosen To Stay On Earth While The Rest Of Her Human Associates Have Gone Their Separate Ways Though She Has Maintained Contact With Rose
GA: They Are Currently Having A Discussion As We Speak
ML: Bullshit.
GA: Quite The Contrary
GA: In Fact She Too Would Like To Speak With You
ML: Are you serial?
ML: Since when did I become such a huge person of interest!?
GA: I Am Unsure
GA: Perhaps We Will Find Out Soon

>>>>>>>

You are forwarded a link to a group chat/memo board by both Kanaya and Vriska, the latter of whom remains silently smirking as she sits right next to you, having not said a word since you two started using the messenger system.

This can only end well.

Cass: Open Memo.

Hey e'ryone, this part contains ships and stuff that hadn't been established in the source material. Don't get all pissy if y'all's ships are sunk or there's ships y'don't ship or something about trollHandles. It ain't my fault the damn dancestors don't have no trollHandles.

REED! FUCK OFF AND LETIM READ THE FUCKING THING ALREADY!

\/Open Pesterlog:\/

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{Spoiler}{Spoiler}arachnidsGrip [AG] opened memo on board 8reak Spiiiiiiiider's We8.

AG: Now we don't have to have 8 different convers8ions at the same time!!!!!!!!
tentacleTherapist responded to memo.
TT: Good evening, everyone.
gardenGnostic [GG] responded to memo.
GG: hello!!!
grimAuxilitatrix [GA] responded to memo.
GA: Who Else Are We To Expect To Join
AG: Just Cass........IF HE W8ULD HURRY UP!!!!!!!!
macabreLambency [ML] responded to memo.
ML: Hi people, I'm here now.
ML: That means SOMEONE IN HERE CAN STOP JABBING AT MY SHOULDER WITH THEIR FINGERS!!!!
AG: :::;)
TT: Ah, so this is Cass.
TT: Both Roxy and Dave have told me much about you.
ML: Wonderful things, I bet.
TT: If by 'wonderful' you mean 'incoherent', then yes.
TT: The most I was able to gather is that at one point, you allegedly threw Roxy out of your room and were very rude towards her. But I suspect that may have been fabricated in an attempt to slander you.
TT: And though it was weeks ago, I would like to know your side of the story.
ML: I told her to leave, yes, but rude?
ML: She was still drunk off her ass on this absinthe crap some other douchebag had brought during the intervention...and she was trying to hit on me.
ML: She also said I looked like Jane's dad and that's when she got evicted.
TT: I see. Allow me to apologize for her behavior, she had been going through a tough time during that ordeal.
ML: Who wasn't? I just saw my home world blow up, I got dragged into an intervention filled with psychos (certain individuals notwithstanding), and must have pissed off more than a few people involved.
ML: And then we have the issues with Gamzee, ex-boyfriends turned into assholes, dancestors getting into everyone's business, CONSOLES GETTING SMASHED.
AG: Cass shut up!!!!!!!! I thought we agreed we weren't going into detail a8out TH8T!!!!!!!!
TT: About what, exactly?
GA: Yes I Am Curious To Hear What Your Are Referring To As Well
ML: First off, Vriska, I wasn't gonna bring that up. Second, let's just say things got intense for a moment and leave it at that.
GG: woof
TT: Very well then.
TT: I do believe the two of you are on better terms now, correct?
ML: Oh yeah, she came by and apologized the next day, offered to do something about my busted 360, and we've been cool since.
GG: woof!
ML: Hello there, Jade. We haven't forgotten you.
GG: hi cass!
GG: how are you?
ML: In that awkward state of being tired and at the same time very much awake. You?
GG: im super, thanks for asking!
GG: its sunny outside and theres snow everywhere, its very pretty
ML: The last time I saw snow was when I was still in high school, about four years ago.
ML: Don't think I'll be seeing it at home this year, or ever again...
GG: aw im sorry
GG: it must be difficult accepting your planet was destroyed
ML: About that...what's this about you, Rose and Kanaya and trying to convince me that Earth didn't blow up when I clearly saw it explode?
TT: Your 'Earth' was not registered as the official Earth, but rather an Earth-like planet that spawned from temporal anomalies cause by certain manipulations during this universe's reconstruction.
TT: However, before it could officially be named, it was decimated.
ML: ...
ML: What.
TT: Would you like me to explain how a universal reconstruction came about?
ML: Y'know what? Never mind. It'll just make my head hurt.
TT: Are you sure?
ML: Yes.
ML: So...subject change: I'm guessing you and Ms. Maryam are still together?
GA: You Are Correct
TT: Yes, we're still matesprits.
TT: Why do you still ask?
ML: Just out of curiosity.
ML: I mean, with the issues most of us have been having with others...
TT: Are you referring to the ordeal between John and your matesprit?
ML: Unless there's others that I missed.
ML: What happened to make him turn into such an asshole anyway?
GG: hes been like that ever since the game ended
GG: i dont know why!
TT: I would suspect that our experience in Sburb took a heavy toll on him both emotionally and mentally.
ML: Yeah, but you guys went through some of the same shit too, and for the most part you all haven't changed all that much.
ML: Sure what you went through was traumatizing, but it's no reason to turn into douchebags.
TT: Implying that we are all coping with it the same way.
TT: Though you are correct in your assumptions. It was not easy reintegrating ourselves into society, but many of us were able to do it successfully.
TT: John, on the other hand, seemed as if he was either unable or unwilling to trust us after all that happened. He told me himself that he felt that those he had called his friends and companions had done nothing throughout the game but deceive and abandon him; and it had left him without a home, a father, and anyone he could trust.
TT: I believe something with Vriska had been the last straw for him, as he all but severed ties with Jade, myself and several others before leaving for the unknown.
ML: Except that 'unknown' was a spaceship that had the majority of his former associates along for the ride.
TT: He may have ended up there by chance.
AG: I dou8t it.
AG: My luck's 8een so 8ad that we pro8a8ly got on the same ship 8ecause of it.
AG: Yeah, that's why. It's allllllllways my 8ad luck!!!!!!!!
ML: Hey! It ain't that bad! After all, you ended up with me!
GA: She Tends To Blame Occurrences On Her Luck Quite Frequently
GA: However I Must Agree With Rose That His Presence Was By Chance
GA: Though It Is Strange That He Has Shown Up After Disappearing Without A Trace For Over A Sweep
ML: Wait, what? He'd been gone for a fucking year?
ML: The hell did I miss?
GA: That Depends On What Your Planets Legends Said Of Us
TT: That was a rhetorical question, Kanaya.
GA: I See
ML: By the Firehawk...this day just keeps finding new ways to blow my goddamn mind.
AG: Awwwwwwww, my poor 8a88y.
AG: He's had suuuuuuuuch a long evening that his think pan is straining to keep together.
AG: He can't even sit up str8 on the couch!!!!!!!!
TT: I understand that this must be a lot to take in all at once, Cass. There's no reason to beat yourself down over it.
TT: I would recommend that you get some rest, sleep on what you've learned.
TT: Now that we've spoken to one another we may continue our discussions over the next few days.
ML: Sounds good to me.
ML: By the way. Is there anything I should be expecting in the future, now that I have a chumHandle?
ML: Any surprise chats with some of your troll friends?
GA: Vriska Do You Think We Should Tell Him
AG: A8ouuuuuuuut????????
GA: You Are More Than Well Aware Of What I Mean
TT: Oh, no...
ML: What? Tell me what?
AG: He already knows a8out our ancestors, and he's met Latula.
ML: Latula and Arhdrhtrthryhfthdehrnrthrth
GA: Is Everything Okay Over There
ML: Fiiiiiiiine. Just daaaaaaaandy!!!!!!!!
GA: Vriska
ML: Whaaaaaaaat????????
ML: W8, F8CK!!!!!!!!
GA: I Would Expect This Kind Of Behavior From Karkat And Terezi
GA: However I Thought You Would Be Above This
AG: Fine, I'll stop messing with him. Sheeeeeeeesh!
ML: Alright, let's pretend that didn't happen.
ML: So, what you were about to say?
GA: Do You Know Who Porrim Is
ML: Your dancestor? Yeah, I know about her.
ML: Chick with suggestive clothes, tattoos and brow and lip piercings.
AG: I'll handle this.
AG: 8efore I left home, I was going through a lot of emotional issues 8ecause of John and everything else that had happened........
ML: You and Porrim were a quad weren't you.
ML: I ship it.
AG: Well gee, fuck up my st8ry why don't y8u!?!?!?!?
AG: Yes, we were flushed. Happy now?
ML: Did you two...
AG: CAAAAAAAASS!!!!!!!!
ML: Shutting up now.
GA: I Am Concerned As To What May Transpire When She Learns Of You
GA: She Is Not Normally Aggressive But This Might Be Cause For Exception
ML: Should I be worried for my life and/or specific points on my body? Or will I just be expecting a verbal thrashing?
GA: Yes
ML: Well I'll be damned, Kanaya learned sarcasm.
GA: All I Can Say At This Time Is To Expect Anything
GA: Her TrollHandle Is GrievousAcolyte Should She Discover Yours
ML: Right. Thanks, Kanaya.
GA: Think Nothing Of It

FOUR HOURS OF CONVERSING LATER...

The memo went on, and on, and on, until all parties ceased to respond. Some left to move on with their day, others to more recreational activities, and two went off before they succumbed to tiredness.

Their computers going into their own sleep, the critic and the Thief rose from their seats, one helping the other to a much better place to rest. Before the critic had the chance to move to the other side of the bed, the Thief collapsed onto hers and was already out cold. He placed a blanket over her, grabbed his own, and was snoozing only a few seconds behind his companion's somewhat record timing.

All seemed to be peaceful, until the Thief shifted from facing the wall to facing her matesprit, incoherent mumbles jumping off her tongue. Something ran through her mind, triggering an assumption of mental influence on her partner's dreams while she herself slept on, not even aware of what was happening in her own head, much less his...

*cue music*

The critic fell to sleep in one realm only to awaken in the other, surrounded by an almost total darkness that spared only himself and strange flooring beneath his feet. He stood up, realizing that there were walls forming around him, resembling aquarium fish tanks. It was weird, like a set piece out of one of the many video games he had played in his twenty years, but something was off. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone watching him, a presence he didn't know but for some reason seemed like he should. And there was a distinctive scent of fruit and iron, two things that didn't seem like they'd go together but for whatever damned reason they were.

He became uneasy, the last time he had experienced a dream such as this it made him channel Raoul Duke, and it had been strange scenario after strange scenario throughout the event. That was at least 4 months ago, and since then there had been no sign of...

Hahahahahahahaha.

A laugh. And a sinister one at that. He followed the path set before him in the hopes it would lead him to the source, and grant him knowledge of what the fuck was going on in this twisted dream of his.

Cass: Proceed.

One foot in front of the other, he carried on, but the hallway seemed to stretch onward as if it was trying to keep him from reaching the end, were there one to begin with. He started to run.

It's rude to keep a lady w8ing.

The voice was starting to sound familiar...yet it was different. He couldn't exactly put his finger on what it was that was off about it, though he knew exactly whom it sounded closest to.

"Vriska", the words ran past his lips. Anxiety started to kick in, the worries of what context this was all meant to be in. Horrorstuck, Sadstuck, Mutantstuck, OverallJustFUBARstuck? None of the above?

You're looking for the wrong person, 8oy.

Those words made him stop in his tracks. Not that it mattered whether or not he wanted to, for he had reached the end. An elevator door stood before him, one that led to a penthouse high above. The uneasiness intensified. The last time he had been to this place was in a video game, playing the role of a man whose grip on reality had loosen so much that by the time he reached this point, an entire city already in ruins was now stained in the blood of hundreds, if not thousands. And it was at the top that this person would have what was left of his world crash down around him.

Was it going to be like the game? Was the critic about to meet his own personal John Konrad? Would he have his mental instability pointed out to him and then exploited by the manifestations? Who, of all the Serktian entities that existed, would be the one awaited him at the top of the tower?

Cass: Head to the top.

He stepped into the elevator, taking a breath as it lifted him tens of stories high and into the hundreds. Finding the ground below was becoming further and further away, he had to close his eyes to avoid looking out, a fear of heights rising amongst all the others. A few minutes seemed to pass before the lift came to a sudden stop, reaching the 160th floor.

He rose to his feet once more, exiting into the smoky, cerulean-tinted penthouse before him with an uncomfortable chill in the air. It was like the AC was on sixty and pumping more of that weird stench into the place, except it was strangely sweeter...

A subtle rapping on the hard wood floor grabbed his attention, brought upon from the shadows by some sort of blunt instrument, a cane or perhaps a bat. He counted eight taps before he could make out a figure appearing from the blue smoke, standing by the stairs of the second floor, cerulean lines appearing on certain parts of the body.

It wasn't Vriska, it wasn't the one he met in his dreams whose name started with an N, and it certainly wasn't that bitch Aranea. It took the large orange horns and a large red eye taking form for him to realize who was standing there, a sinister grin on her face.

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{Spoiler}{Spoiler}CASS: You've got to be fucking kidding...

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ClusterFugde: A Multifandom Mishmash Fanfic. Jul 18, 2018 23:14:48 GMT -6

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Post by cass on Jul 18, 2018 23:14:48 GMT -6

Before him was the legendary "Queen of the Pirates", Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, his girlfriend’s very own ancestor. And this wasn't some dorky 'teen' version that ended up being a psycho; this was the real deal, the genuine, in the flesh Mindfang.

And judging by the right eye, this one was far from dead. That or she was hiding the fact somehow. Or it was just all in his head and she wasn't even real in ghost form-

In an instant his brain went blank and his feet were stayed. His mind was still his own, at least, but otherwise he couldn't do shit.

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{Spoiler}MINDFANG: St8 your 8usiness here, 8oy.
CASS: Ladies first.
MINDFANG: My 8usiness is my own. Now answer me 8efore I am forced to stain the interior of this lovely room with your 8lood!
CASS: Don't you have mind powers for figuring this shit out?
MINDFANG: What if I do?
CASS: Don't play dumb, lady. I know damn well who you are.
CASS: You're Mindfang, my girlfriend's a descendant of yours-
MINDFANG: LIES! No troll in my 8loodline would d8 a land lu88er such as yourself!
CASS: And I bet you think you'd never be caught dead with some lowblood in your pants, don't you?
CASS: Or thought, consider not only did that one happen, but he was the also the same guy who gutted your sorry ass.
MINDFANG: You have some nerve, speaking to me like that!
MINDFANG: A snap of my finger an-
CASS: Pfffffft, if you had any balls you'd have done something by now.
CASS: Hell, I'd bet that Dualscar douchebag has more guts tha-

In a fury she rushed at him with lightning speed, grabbing him by the neck and holding an unsheathed cane sword to his throat. The look on her face said it all: "One more word and I'll end you."

He didn't have anything witty to say to this scenario, he was too focused on the sharp point edge hugging his neck, and how he should've kept his damn mouth shut. But that was his curse, his tenacity to set someone off when he was in the heat of the moment. It almost destroyed any chance he had of a relationship, and it was going to get him killed someday. Dreams notwithstanding.

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{Spoiler}MINDFANG: I will not 8e humili8ed 8y you any further.
MINDFANG: If you think so highly of guts then perhaps you will like to see yours strewed across the ground........

Without offering any chance for him to speak she hurdled him out the nearest window, sending him plummeting thousands of feet on a collision course with the ground.

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{Spoiler}MINDFANG: AFTER YOU HAVE FALLEN TO YOUR DEATH!
CASS: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Cass: Land already.

Unexpectedly he landed on hard dirt instead of on concrete and sand, the world around him having shifted to a different one as he fell.

He didn't recognize where he was, looked to him like some houses out of The Shivering Isles. But that didn't matter at the time, as a scream rose from the house he was closest to, with tracks leading to some sort of cellar that had a foul smell rising from it.

Checking to make sure no one saw him, he snuck towards the door leading below the building, a gut feeling telling him that something terrible was about to happen.

Enter.

At the same time, however, terror is exactly what the Thief is about to go through.

She awakens in a blurry haze, finding herself in a dark room with a rotten stench and her hands and feet bound, on a floor that was stained in an array of different blood shades that formed a mixture of a brown, rusty color. Almost instantaneously she grew frightful as she saw two large horns appear from the shadows, with the kind of sinister grin she had only seen on one person in her life: herself.

And now it was on the blood-stained face of Tavros Nitram. Not the one she knew, but the one she feared he could have become.

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{Spoiler}TAVROS: wELL WELL, lOOK WHO'S FINALLY UP,
TAVROS: aND JUST IN TIME FOR US TO START ANOTHER TURN,,,

He was in one end of the room, his lusus in the other. The two were engaging in a game known as Fiduspawn, but with a disturbing twist to it. Strewed across the ground between then were the remains of Oogonibombs, but rather than being joined by the shredded leftovers of host plushes, there were the blooded corpses of trolls, all with large holes in their chest areas from where the game's creatures breached their way out.

Next to the Thief was a lowblood, a fidusucker victim hanging on to the last few moments of his life, looking up at her with a plea for help burning in his eyes. Unfortunately, she was unable to grant him such, and after only a few seconds he became the subject of a gruesome and painful end as a monster ripped through his ribcage and out into the world. Her face was sprayed with light yellow blood, eyes watching as the bug-like creature climbed out of the fresh corpse and snarled.

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{Spoiler}VRISKA: Oh G8g!!!!!!!!
TAVROS: dON'T ACT LIKE THAT WAS NEW TO YOU, vRISKA,
TAVROS: nOT AFTER ALL THE THINGS YOU'VE DONE,
VRISKA: What the f8ck is wrong with you, Tavros!?!?!?!?
VRISKA: Why are you doing this!?!?!?!?
TAVROS: i AM DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU TAUGHT ME TO DO,
TAVROS: tO KILL THOSE WHO ARE WEAKER THAN ME OR TRY TO STAND AGAINST ME,
VRISKA: I never-
TAVROS: yES YOU DID,
TAVROS: aFTER ALL YOUR ABUSE AND BULLYING, ALL THE TEASING AND BREAKING MY LEGS, i REALIZED THIS IS WHO i HAD TO BECOME,
TAVROS: tHIS IS WHO i AM NOW,,, tHANKS TO YOU,
TAVROS: aND IT'S ALSO WHY YOU'RE HERE, iT'S TIME i PAID YOU BACK FOR EVERYTHING YOU PUT ME THROUGH,
TAVROS: oR SHOULD i SAY,,,mAKE YOU PAY,

He took a glance at the cards in his hand and cackled, reading an Oogonibomb.

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{Spoiler}VRISKA: Tavros, you have every right to h8 me, and I'm........I'm sorry.
VRISKA: 8ut please, stop this insanity! You're not going to gain any solace from it!!!!!!!!
TAVROS: yOU'RE ONE TO TALK,
TAVROS: jUST HOW MANY TROLLS DID YOU FEED YOUR LUSUS OVER THOSE SIX SWEEPS, HMM? hOW MANY SUFFERED IN YOUR SQUABBLES?
TAVROS: kILLING YOU WON'T BE CRAZY, iT'LL BE THE SANEST THING i'VE EVER DONE!

At the very moment he prepared to throw it, he was stopped by the noise of footsteps on floorboards, gesturing to the newly-hatched fidubeast to hide in wait. It was the critic, investigating the source of the noises and the stench, unaware of what he was about to come across.

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{Spoiler}CASS: Um...hello?
CASS: Is anyone in here? I heard screams...
CASS: Hello!? I'm here to file a complaint about the noi- OH FUCK ME WHAT THE FUCK DID I STUMBLE IN ON!?

The critic was alarmed by his surroundings, finding them to be like that of some sort of slasher movie. And amidst all the bloody remains and cracked bombshells, he spotted his girlfriend and her captor.

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{Spoiler}CASS: HEY! GET AWAY FROM HER YOU SON OF A BI-
VRISKA: C8SS, 8EHIND YOU!!!!!!!!
WROKKAAAAAH

He didn't even have the chance to turn his head before the creature tore his entire upper half off with one quick swipe, then shoved its sharp bladed arms into him for good measure before beginning its feast. The Thief was too mortified for words, resisting the urge to break out into tears as Tavros laughed maniacally. The mixture of anger and sadness made her struggle to break free, giving him the chance to throw the long-delayed Oogonibomb down.

By the time she realized her efforts were futile, the fidusucker was already lunging towards her face.

Wake.

You are now Cass.

You have just been woken up from a very messed-up dream that caused you to flinch in the real world, and are now getting a hold of your bearings. Vriska is still asleep, though she's tossing and turning restlessly on her side.

What will you do?

Cass: Get out of bed and pour yourself a glass of water.

You start to fold the sheets back to do so when all of a sudden Vriska starts screaming bloody murder.

Cass: Respond!

You attempt to stop the kicking and her arms from flailing all over the place, these actions indirectly resulting in her knocking you upside the head a few times and even leaving a nasty scratch on your back before her eyes swing open and she snaps back to reality. After a bit of struggling, her fight-or-flight response wears out and she's reduced to sobbing in your arms.

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{Spoiler}VRISKA: D8mn it, I'm so sorry........
CASS: Shh...I got you. You're okay. It was just a dream...
CASS: It was all just a bad, bad dream.
VRISKA: ::::,{
VRISKA: Cass, if you had any idea what was in that dream-
CASS: Don't worry about that. What's important is that I'm here, with you, right now.
CASS: And I'm not about to let any nasty creatures get you, hon, okay?
VRISKA: ........
CASS: Vriska?
VRISKA: ........Okay.
CASS: Okay then, let's go back to sleep.
VRISKA: I don't know if I can........
VRISKA: What if that nightmare pops up again?
CASS: It didn't after you crashed in the middle of the floor yesterday.
CASS: Look, how about this...
CASS: My mom used to sing to me as a younger kid to get me to go to bed, want me to do that?
VRISKA: I guess.

>>>>

The idea seemed sound, except for the fact you don't listen to many songs you'd want to use for this kind of scenario.

Eventually your mind flips a switch and you start singing Hello Seattle, an Owl City song you had all but forgotten about years ago. It isn't until you get to the bridge of it that you realize that she's asleep, and you whisper it to yourself as you follow suite.

And finally, for the first time today, things go uneventfully.

Meanwhile...

Not far from the R.S.P.C.T. Your Mom, a small shuttlecraft voyages towards its home base, while the pilot himself focuses on his own affairs...

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{Spoiler}Th1s newest k1ll to my nAAme mAArks the th1rd to be from the order 1tself, AA cleAAr s1gn thAAt sc1s1m w1ll erupt AAmong the rAAnks 1f AAct1on does not occur soon. Th1s one wAAs s1mply overzeAAlous, others w1ll be look1ng to sp1ll blood, or to usurp H1s speAAkers pos1t1on to clAA1m for themselves. AAlAAs, thAAt 1s why she hAAs need for those l1ke me to uphold stAAb1l1ty 1n the order. Those who know where AAnd to who the1r loyAAlt1es l1e, AAnd w1ll not fAAll prey to such po1ntless emot1ons AAs greed or 1mpAAt1ence.

1n the next cycle 1ll d1scuss the mAAtter with the speAAker, AAnd how best to hAAndle the s1tuAAt1on before the heret1cs cAAn br1ng AAbout the1r prec1ous revolt. For now, 1 w1ll med1tAAte AAs 1 once d1d AAs one of the eleven.

-END OF LOG-

END OF ACT 1.

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