I love watching a story and instantly you can feel it's tropes distilling into ur story vocabulary. I fr be walking around in circles in my room, being able to make my whole oc story shit more coherent just cuz I saw one fucken review of one show I watched! Whole thing is so nice!
Also, side note. Always write down ur genius moments like these. Cuz sometimes I'd be opening my obsessive writing notebook and re reading the stuff Ive put in there. It's fucking cool. Amazing. All in one place and very cute
So you begin to take the necessary steps. A sleeping agent fills the occupied levels of the Hive and Cerbs room, leaving only Dave who you had ordered to stay in his sealed room still awake and not drugged.
After that has been dealt with you shut down the Hive fully sealing it. There is only one way in or out and it is by your grace and the transportalizer only. You then begin the process of severing yourself from the Hive. While that is being done you direct your body to Cerbs room and gather him up carrying him to the transportalizer and setting him down carefully. Next you go to gather your sleeping Russel and a few necessities tucked away in a bag or two, Lil Cal wrapped around your shoulders.
[Activate: Red Advocate Program]
{loading...loading...loading}
[Red Advocate- Online]
It's a complex program you have that mimics intelligence and is now the new guardian of the Hive. Crocker Corperations will know the Hive has been sealed but you have time till they investigate, more than enough to move everything that matters to you and tie up loose strings.
Uploading the coordinates Dave gave you, you all are gone in a flash and this is a field test, you connection to the Hive being cut off and the sudden lost makes you reel. You feel painfully small and cramped and oh god you will never be able to get used to this.
Pushing down your panic you carry Russel and the bags upstairs and the first bedroom you check is Dirks, it must be. It's filled with things he enjoys. Grief washes over you and you hold Russell close trembling before you finally set him down and go to get Cerb. Tucking them both into the bed with the bag of things you had saved at the foot you step back. You had four hours till the effects wore off and they both awoke.
You would have to be quick and with that thought weighing on you, you go back tot the Hive.
(it's long so I put it under a readmore. I'm also tagging a few people who this might affect just so you the muns know)
When you do reach the heart you wait a moment still frowning when the holograph forms. He's a child like always and you question the reasoning behind such a form. King isn't a child by any means you know that fact very well, after all you created him and a child was the last thing you were, if you ever had been a child.
"Hello Dirk!" He's grossly chipper as always and still you can't tell if it's real or fake. In the end it doesn't matter, having emotions won't do him any good. It will only hurt him in the end, best just crush his attempts now.
"You are not allowed to date Advocate." Seven little words and Red kings whole demeanor changes his smiling expression falling to something sour. "That's not fair! I like Advocate a lot and he likes me!"
"It's doesn't matter, you know better than to get attached to people. Look at where you are, look at what you are. Do you really want to expose him to such a risk?"
"It's not a risk, I would never hurt him and my heart is safe! He said he liked computer and AIs and you don't have a say in what I do as long as the Hive is taken care of!"
You stiffen as his voice rings out echoing in the room, he was reaching out, trying to become and evolve and here you were crushing that attempt. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was stuck here running horrific experiments, he didn't know anything else, yet you couldn't help but hold it against him. You were Dr. Frankenstein and this was your monster, your guilt incarnate. Almost as if he can read your thoughts he speaks and you flinch at his words, unable to help your hands curling into fists.
"You think I am a monster don't you. Doesn't that make you my creator one too? You can't tell me not to interact with people when you are doing the exact opposite. You went to spend time with Liz."
His voice is soft any trace of excitement is gone and The Red Kings expression is somber and you are struck by how much effort the puts into making those holographs seem as real as possible. It's as you're pondering those thoughts he drives home the final nail in your suffocating coffin.
"You are a hypocrite."
"Don't judge me for the exact things you do, I'm not the one killing his own species. After all I and the Hive were designed by you. You built both and anything that happens here is on your shoulders."
"Goodbye Dirk, this conversation is over."
The hologram fades away and you are left standing there shaking, and it is a long time before you manage to turn and leave. Even longer before you can compose yourself and fall back into that cold exterior you had created.
You are a monster and you deserve to be treated as such.
aaaaalrighty so post reboot i wanted to tweek a few things about my headcanons??? since things have changed and this is importaint? like... here we go
ok so now that space and time are both on team earth this makes team alternia a void session
so
what if there are several sessions where team alternia play without team earth and maybe viceversa but those aren't importaint right now
so in one of those doomed timelines a cephii in the void contacts a babby pregame carl they talk he babby crushes on her and then she's liek whelp later little bro and gets offed/ dies/ whatever babcarl sends her a friend request and then basically forgets about it
then years in the future but not many current pregame cephii replys to his friend and kick off team altearth
this super eeks off the prof because he had a p good thing going about taking over the earth team
then elipse codes this game based on mutations in the trolls dna
since all the trolls are kinda mutaints??
liekstick with me here
xhe has a tail, elipse can heal, jadeit is a male jadeblood which according to canon is impossible, rhinno has both horns in the middle of his face, cephii is bioluminescent, dari and tria created/ survived a psyonic episode that should kill most trolls, cerulean is a rainbowdrinker and i had my own reasons for almost everyone else but i forgot them but if y'all like the idea totes come up with your ownnn
plus they all get humany lovey feels instead of just the normal pity/ hate/ consilliation
and they play and stuff
also so carl is the prince of time and since prince = destroyer. so what carl sees as an instant replay on basically everything is actually causing little fractures in the void (ala le's hyperbeam just on a much smaller scale) every time he does it it gets a little worse and a little worse
this causes the horrorterrors to flip out because omg what even is going on here and they get louder and louder and trigger dari's doomed thing causing her to flip out more and more often until she's nearly a zombiepuppet
this also doesnt helps dale go grimdark maybe?
ces as the sylph of void will fix all of this later
aaaand
maybe if we green sun isis should be in charge of that
idek
these are all just thoughts i had while on my trip
sorry
You are so motherfucking done with these motherfucking children and their motherfucking doomed timelines. You suppose that the target practice is nice, but it's not even nearly as satisfying when you add the third body to the pile.
As soon as you'd taken the shot and the bullet connected, the kid fell. Dead immediately. The Karkat standing beside him started screaming. Just screaming. Crying. Holding the dead kid in his arms.
You began disassembling your rifle, starting with unscrewing the silencer, when the ten four cards crackle to life again. You hear Slick's voice after a moment of static, grumbling something about yeah, no, wrong one again. 'Nother doomed alternate or some shit.
Mother.
Fucker.
You give the pile a weak kick, positioning the bodies on the transportilizer before activating it. That should keep the green kid happy. And hopefully bring up your price. You were gettin' real sick of not getting any cash (or candy) off this damn job. If this asshole doesn't deliver you'd be honored to personally ensure he regrets ever contacting the crew.
You are so done.
You light a cigarette, angrily scratching 'Dave Strider' off the job's vendetta itinerary. It's just not fucking worth it. What kind of fucking hitman are you if you can't kill the right version?
You track down another alternate and beat the shit out of the smug asshole just to make yourself feel better.
You're not surprised when you see the Empirials knocking at your door and all you can do is take a deep swig of rum and keep typing away at Harlie
{har}
{har}
{har}
{tell ox i love him}
You wipe your arm across your grossly sobbing face as you hear them beginning to knock your door down. You don't even see what you're typing to Harlie through your tears, your fingers blindly typing away until they come along and drag you from your computer.
You don't really fight them when they do so, yet they still hit at you as they tie your hands around your back.
You don't speak as they drag you to your feet and shove you along
You don't even think as they push you outside, except for two thoughts
Oh god I don't want to die
And
I finally get to see Kyviar again.
You pass out in the back of the cruiser they shove you in, tears and snot drying on your face as thoughts of a taunt rope and black eyes flicker through your mind.
