Twelfth Perigee's Eve - EquiusEQUIUS
D--> Any scrap metal you can come up with
D--> A better micro-solder gun
D--> Some new tools, any sort
D--> A bow I can't break
Time: 7:30 AM
Equius stepped out the door of his hive and stumbled over something buried in the two inches of snow that had accumulated on the doorstep. He'd already opened his packages; they had all contained tools. He'd messaged Nepeta 'Happy Perigee's Eve,' but she wasn't up yet.
He'd met his twelve gifts with a flood of mixed emotions. He was glad his friends if he could even call them that had cared enough to get him things, but he didn't think he deserved them. Ever since he'd let Nepeta down, he'd wondered every day why he had been resurrected. How worthless was he, that he couldn't even save his moirail from a half-insane thirteen-year-old clown?
He didn't know who the strongest one was anymore, but it certainly wasn't him.
Yet here he was, going outside to get a real behemoth leaving since no one had a lusus do to it fo
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"Wow your worse than torea-dumbass!!"
Vriska said and kicked you one last time in the stomach. When she was finished, you saw Eridan standing in the corner watching you get beat senseless.
As you had expected, you were waiting for him to laugh at you and walk away like the rest of them. But, to your shock, he helped you up, and helped you to your class.
All your life, everybody was so negative around you. Vriska just seemed to be the center of it. She would laugh and point at you, and call you names, and after awhile, her words would break you and kill you off slowly everyday.
You actually wanted to end it already. Eridan was still walking you to god knows where, you were confused. "Hey land dwweller, wwhy didn't you get up?" Eridan asked.
You then looked at y
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You miss Feferi. You miss Kanaya. You miss everyone. You wonder if they're dead like you. You wonder what you set into motion back at the lab.
But it's all out of your hands now. You're dead and nobody cares. Some might even be glad you're dead; relieved.
It's no less painful in a dream bubble than in reality.
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You realize that the actual fan fiction does not start until the next paragraph, and that I’ve basically just been mocking you. You consider skipping the beginning to get to the actual “story.” But then you realize that there is nothing to skip, because the beginning is over.
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Tears welled up in your eyes, your eyebrows barely knitted. He’d done it again. Your adorable little love-interest and roomie, Tavros, had woken you up with his wet dreams.
According to Karkat, your friend, sleeping without sopor slime would intensify the horrorterrors and sleep rage that came with the trolls’ rest. You guessed it was a survival instinct, as you wake up quicker after having a nightmare and the sleep rage would prevent anything from getting your ass while you were still sleepy and groggy.
Yet, his blushes and moans didn’t really seem like horrorterrors. Rather the opposite, honestly.
And, it wasn’t the fact that he woke you up with such impure sounds that knocked you about a hundred steps down on the staircase of confidence each time; it was the name he moaned out.
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