Alternia of the East: A Homestuck Fanfic #2/?
Yay, I'm a little further along with this. I was otherwise occupied most of the weekend, but I hope this does.
Some quick notes: this story contains STRONG LANGUAGE and VIOLENCE, as well as SUGGESTIVE THEMES, but it will NOT GO INTO ANY PARTICULAR DETAIL.
It may contain redrom or blackrom interactions; because there exist people for which it is A THING, I warn these interactions may be between INDIVIDUALS OF THE SAME GENDER AND/OR DIFFERENT SPECIES.
Go to the beginning of the adventure.
> Put on some fucking clothes.
You would, but you don't have any clothes with you!
> Steal a pair of pants.
You don't think you're supposed to steal from people, but you do muster up all the PULCHRITUDE you can manage and call out to a harried, middle-aged woman carrying a large plastic bag.
"Um, excuse me? Ma'am? Can you help me?"
She pauses, looking around before her eyes settle on your chest; she seems both unwilling to meet your eyes and unable to look LOWER THAN YOUR CHEST. The crowd, still giving you a wide berth, moves on around you.
"Thanks. I was wondering if I could borrow a pair of pants or something?" you ask uncertainly. "I hit my head or something, and I'm not quite sure what happened. And I just want to see my Dad again-"
You pause as your CHEST is struck by a SHARP ACHE. A TEAR unaccountably leaks down your face.
The woman, who looks ready to move past you with a bad excuse, pauses, and then digs into her shopping bag.
"Oh, don't worry, dear," she says. "My boy's about your size, and I know how these things go. Hazing, and whatnot."
You nod along, hoping that this will stop her from asking any question you don't know the answer to. You gratefully take the JEANS and GHOSTBUSTERS T-SHIRT the woman lends you. As you do so, a rising siren starts in the distance. The woman gives you a sly look.
"It was only a matter of time before someone called the cops," she said. "You might want to scarper. Run away," she clarifies. "I'm sure your Dad won't want to be bothered by something like a little college prank."
You nod, even though the thought of your FATHER makes you want to START CRYING AGAIN.
> Abscond!
You duck away from the crowd; luckily, most of the people seem content to ignore you once you have pants on. Just to be safe, you hurry a few blocks away from the wide lawn, ducking into an alley. You check your phone again, in the hopes that someone has sent you a HELPFUL MESSAGE.
The phone has NO MESSAGES, but an odd thought occurs to you. When XV pestered you, your messages had "XX" in front of them. So what would happen if you pushed the "XX" button?
> Dial 'XX' in the hope it will cause a rip in spacetime.
No. XX made a request of Nannasprite
Nannasprite: I've been looking forward to hearing from you again, No. XX!
XX: um, do you have any idea who i am?
Nannasprite: Ooh hoo hoo! What a scamp! Of course I do! I even know why you ended up in the middle of the Mall without any pants on.
XX: really? why?
Nannasprite: Ooh hoo hoo!
Nannasprite: That would ruin the fun!
XX: while i'm all for totally awesome pranks and all, i'm a little confused by all of this. some girl named XV was talking to me earlier, and i think she has a crush on me!
Nannasprite: Ooh hoo hoo!
XX: um, i'd really appreciate it if you'd stop the cackling and help me out. i'm already a little freaked out, to tell the truth.
Nannasprite: Oh, of course. Noblesse oblige. I hope you continue to entertain me as one of the world's saviors.
XX: what?
Nannasprite has completed XX's request!
hideout.jpg
Nannasprite appears to have left you a map, with a building about 10 blocks away starred and noted ‘Home’.
There seem to be a number of more sirens, close by now.
And if that isn’t enough, your phone is beeping at you.
>
Some quick notes: this story contains STRONG LANGUAGE and VIOLENCE, as well as SUGGESTIVE THEMES, but it will NOT GO INTO ANY PARTICULAR DETAIL.
It may contain redrom or blackrom interactions; because there exist people for which it is A THING, I warn these interactions may be between INDIVIDUALS OF THE SAME GENDER AND/OR DIFFERENT SPECIES.
Go to the beginning of the adventure.
> Put on some fucking clothes.
You would, but you don't have any clothes with you!
> Steal a pair of pants.
You don't think you're supposed to steal from people, but you do muster up all the PULCHRITUDE you can manage and call out to a harried, middle-aged woman carrying a large plastic bag.
"Um, excuse me? Ma'am? Can you help me?"
She pauses, looking around before her eyes settle on your chest; she seems both unwilling to meet your eyes and unable to look LOWER THAN YOUR CHEST. The crowd, still giving you a wide berth, moves on around you.
"Thanks. I was wondering if I could borrow a pair of pants or something?" you ask uncertainly. "I hit my head or something, and I'm not quite sure what happened. And I just want to see my Dad again-"
You pause as your CHEST is struck by a SHARP ACHE. A TEAR unaccountably leaks down your face.
The woman, who looks ready to move past you with a bad excuse, pauses, and then digs into her shopping bag.
"Oh, don't worry, dear," she says. "My boy's about your size, and I know how these things go. Hazing, and whatnot."
You nod along, hoping that this will stop her from asking any question you don't know the answer to. You gratefully take the JEANS and GHOSTBUSTERS T-SHIRT the woman lends you. As you do so, a rising siren starts in the distance. The woman gives you a sly look.
"It was only a matter of time before someone called the cops," she said. "You might want to scarper. Run away," she clarifies. "I'm sure your Dad won't want to be bothered by something like a little college prank."
You nod, even though the thought of your FATHER makes you want to START CRYING AGAIN.
> Abscond!
You duck away from the crowd; luckily, most of the people seem content to ignore you once you have pants on. Just to be safe, you hurry a few blocks away from the wide lawn, ducking into an alley. You check your phone again, in the hopes that someone has sent you a HELPFUL MESSAGE.
The phone has NO MESSAGES, but an odd thought occurs to you. When XV pestered you, your messages had "XX" in front of them. So what would happen if you pushed the "XX" button?
> Dial 'XX' in the hope it will cause a rip in spacetime.
No. XX made a request of Nannasprite
Nannasprite: I've been looking forward to hearing from you again, No. XX!
XX: um, do you have any idea who i am?
Nannasprite: Ooh hoo hoo! What a scamp! Of course I do! I even know why you ended up in the middle of the Mall without any pants on.
XX: really? why?
Nannasprite: Ooh hoo hoo!
Nannasprite: That would ruin the fun!
XX: while i'm all for totally awesome pranks and all, i'm a little confused by all of this. some girl named XV was talking to me earlier, and i think she has a crush on me!
Nannasprite: Ooh hoo hoo!
XX: um, i'd really appreciate it if you'd stop the cackling and help me out. i'm already a little freaked out, to tell the truth.
Nannasprite: Oh, of course. Noblesse oblige. I hope you continue to entertain me as one of the world's saviors.
XX: what?
Nannasprite has completed XX's request!
hideout.jpg
Nannasprite appears to have left you a map, with a building about 10 blocks away starred and noted ‘Home’.
There seem to be a number of more sirens, close by now.
And if that isn’t enough, your phone is beeping at you.
>