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Because You Were Nice To Me

Your name is Die, you have a needle in your hand and you're shaking like crazy! Okay, the shaking like crazy part isn't anything new, but the holding the needle part is. You're in Stitch's tailor with your co-workers, Eggs. She...managed to get herself injured. AGAIN. LIKE SHE ALWAYS DOES. Thankfully, it wasn't anything too bad this time, but she still injured herself enough that her effigy needed fixing. One problem though, Stitch decided to clock out early and take a nap. He told you to either wait until he wakes up or to fix the effigy yourself. Realisticly, you shouldn't have done anything, but...something inside you told you to fix up Eggs effigy, so you took up the offer. And honestly? YOU THINK YOU'VE MADE A REALLY BAD CHOICE. Your hands are shaking, your breathing is heavy, and sweat is dripping down your face more often than usual. It's like the conductor running the anxiety train in your head decided to speed up the process of getting to freak out station! You try to ignore since you got a job to do, but it's hard to ignore it when the alarm bells in your brain are blaring LOUD AS AN ALARM CLOCK! "ACK!" you said, accidentally pricked your hand a bit with the needle. Eggs raises her head up, taking notice of your struggle. "Y(12)u KN(12)W, Die. Ya d(12)n't HAVE t(12) d(12) this!! I'll be FINE!!" She says with that annoyingly chipper yet sweet voice. "N(6). I'LL BE ALRIGHT." you respond. In reality, you don't think you'll be alright. But you don't want her to worry for...some reason. "But- y(12)u're CLEARLY upset d(12)ing THIS!!" you get a bit agitated. "I HAVE A J(6)B T(6) D(6) AND I'M G(6)ING T(6) FINISH IT!" you scream back. It seems like that one gave Eggs the hint. Finally, it's quiet again. After a while, Eggs speaks up again. Dang it. But this time, she asks a question you don't know how to answer. "Umm...why DID y(12)u decide t(12) help ME?" You pause. You begin to think. As much as you didn't like how annoying Eggs could be, especially with her time travel nonsense, she was nice to you. She didn't pick on you like the others did. And you guess...this was your way of making it up to her. "BECAUSE...Y(6)U WERE NICE T(6) ME." you respond, you see her face light up with joy. Just a few more finshing touches, anddd....there we go! Effigy fixed. Well, as fixed as it could be. "THERE. N(6)W, D(6)N'T GET HURT AGAIN T(6)DAY. I D(6)N'T WANT T(6) D(6) THIS AGA-" Before you can finish, Eggs pulls you into a hug and squeezes you VERY tightly. "(12)H THANK Y(12)U THANK Y(12)U THANK Y(12)U!!" She says. You don't say anything, just giving her a gentle pat on the head as she lets go. You see her run out of the tailor, probably to go bother Biscuits. Eggs may be a nusanse sometimes, but she ain't that bad of a co-worker.

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Die: Track The Deaths

TW/CW: Death mention, implied s/h, and probably gorey descriptions.

Your name is Die, otherwise known as 6. You're a member of The Felt, a group of time traveling criminals that work for Lord English. You aren't too fond of your co-workers. There's only like...4 or 5 of them that are nice to you. Everyone else? Yeah. Fat chance of ever getting along with them. You also have a facination with death and doom. Because of this, you like seeing people die. Hell, it's your name! Well, it's probably because of dice, but you like to think it's the other option. You enter your room, being greated by your chickens. They're the only friends you can count on in this place. You slam the door shut and lock the door, can't make sure ANYONE finds out about this secret. What secret? The book you just pulled out of your coat of course! What's the book about? It's a death book! It's where you keep track of all the ways you've seen people die. You even like to compare them sometimes! You pull out some pens and flip through the pages. Most of the pages are filled with the most clumsiest members, as to be expected. We have Eggs and Biscuits with their diasterous time travel abilities, we got Doze and Sawbuck with their abilities that are borderline useless, and then we have....augh, Itchy. You hate Itchy. You hate him so much. Literally the worst person you've EVER met. And that's saying alot! Sometimes you go to timelines where he's dead JUST to see his corpse. Most of the time, it ends in...disaster for you. You...tend to act before you think, it's an aspect you hate yourself for...but anyways! You finally find a blank page and write down who died today. Two deaths happened. You had Crowbar who somehow got thrown off a balcony and broke every bone in his body, and then you had Itchy and...well....you may have had something to do with Itchy's death. Hmm...hard choice on who had the worst death. Of course, breaking your bones is horrific, but also...you've pricked yourself with your pins in the past!! Those things hurt!! Eh, you decided it's a tie. You don't like either of them anyways so you enjoyed seeing them both suffer. You yawn, must be getting tired. You put away your book and finally get some well earned sleep.

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The Destruction Of A Lassy

TW/CW: Violence, gorey descriptions, and death

Your name is Destructive Lassy, and you are utterly scared out of your mind. You tried to steal from food, which is something you tend to do alot considering your awful situation, but this time? You got caught. Now the police are hot on your trail and you're forced to run. You've been running for hours at this point, you're surprised you aren't tired yet. Yet your escape was cut short, when... TRIP! You tripped on a walk and collapsed into the sidewalk. You aren't too hurt, but when you tried to stand up, you couldn't. You had injured your leg. You begin to panic even more as a looming shadow gets closer and closer. It's the police officer, looking at you with a terrifying expression. "Nowhere to run now, little thief." He says. You struggle to respond, you don't know what to say. You have to gey away. You try to sta- STAB. The next you know is that you feel a sharp pain in your eye. Your visions turns red and blurs. You put your hand where the pain is. You scream. Blood drips down your face. You can't see anything. It hurts. It hurts. IT HURTS. You look up at the officer, you see the knife in his hand, stained with your own blood. "Make another move again, and I'll take more than your eye." You're breathing heavily, tears fall down your eyes. You turn around and see the rock that made you trip. As a last stitch effort, you pick up the rock and toss it at his face, causing him to drop the knife. Out of pure survival instanct, you pick up the knife and toss it at the destrcated officers head, killing him instantly. Enough time had passed, you're able to stand up now. You had killed someone. You had actually killed someone. This isn't something dad would've done, not ever. But it was the only way you could survive. You're crying. You hate this. You want things to go back to how they used to be. But your sorrow is cute short by the sharping pain in your head. You need to find a way to heal your eye, but you don't know any doctors around. You limp over to the trash can and franticly search for something, pulling out an old pirate patch. You'll settle for that. You put on the pirate patch, limp over to an old alley-way, curl up... ...And cry.

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A short PSHD drabble

TW/CW: Panic attacks and ableist language. (Also for context, Sleuth is autistic here. This is mostly just me projecting blehhhh)

Your name is Problem Sleuth, and you're on a date with your girlfriend, Hysterical Dame! The date is at a fancy party and- Oh GPI you underestimated how many people were gonna be here....you're not too good at crowds, never have been. But you can't let anyone know that!! You're meant to be a hard boiled detective after all!! And besides, you don't want to make HD upset...god, you love her so much. You got together sometime after the whole Kingpin Incident, and you couldn't have been happier! She's so cool, kind, and just...the best!! She also helped you figure out a few things about yourself...finally, you felt comfortable in your own body, and it was all thanks to her. "Sleuthy?" You hear her say. You snap back into reality, you must've been spacing out. "Ah- sorry, dear-" you say. She giggles. "It's fine!" Anddd now you can hear how loud people are talking again. Why are they even being so loud??? It's a fancy event for GPI's sake! Oh. oh no. You're starting to get overwhelmed from all the loud noises. You pull your hat to your face, you have to calm down! You don't wanna ruin this nice date for your girlfriend..."Sleuthy? Are you okay?" You hear her ask. "N-No need to worry! Everything's under control!" "Hey, isn't that the detective?" You hear someone say. you must've spoken a bit too loud. People are looking at you. you start to panic even more. They're whispering. They're whispering about you. You need to calm down. You need to calm down. Why aren't you calming down. WHY AREN'T YOU CALMING DOWN. "Jeez, why is she freaking out so much?" "I feel bad for her date for having to deal with her nonsense..." "I thought her girlfriend was supposed to be the hysterical one, I guess not." no. nononononononononoNONONONONONONONO- why are you crying. You're not supposed to cry. Hard boiled detectives never cry. you want to scream. You want to cry. But you can't. You can't. YOU CAN'T- Suddenly, you feel a hand on your palm, it's Hysterical Dame's. You expect her to look upset but instead she looks...sympathetic? "Let's go home..." she says. Before you can speak, she takes you outside. You're still paniking. You're still crying. GPI, this is so embarrassing. "Hey, hey, slow down....breathe....breathe..." HD says, holding you close to her chest. You slowly calm down, your breathing slows, and your tears fall at a slower rate. You look up at her, your eyes now red from all the crying. "I'm- I'm so sorry, dear- I- probably ruined every-" She put her hand on your lip. "Listen, I wouldn't have enjoyed it if you didn't enjoy it." Her voice is soft, almost like a warm blanket. "Come on, let's head back home, we can put on a nice movie instead..." You dry your own tears and nod. "Thanks, dear..." You say. "Anytime, Sleuthy..." She replies, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

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How many times have I made a pinned post

Gonna keep this short. Howdy!! Call me Calliope. This is my fanfic side blog so they don't clutter up my main. I'll mainly write about Problem Sleuth and Homestuck's Intermission so if you like that stuff, you've come to the right place. Maybe I'll take fanfic requests in the future but idk. DNI is pretty standard, no bigots, no radqueers, no darkshippers, stuff like that. My main is @hopethesillyheartwitch so go check that out for more nonsense.