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Your name is Feferi Peixes and you want to die.
This wasn't how things were supposed to be.
You cant take any more.
Please
Someone
Make it end.
***
Your name is Karkat Vantas and you blame yourself.
You were their fucking leader after all so naturally it's your fault when everything goes to shit. If you had just acted differently then maybe your lives wouldn't be the hell that they are.
Even if you don't actually know what you could have done differently, its still your fault.
They'd known. Those fuckers KNEW exactly where you would enter the universe from the game, they KNEW that three of your best fighters would be useless at that moment, they FUCKING KNEW who were the strong ones that they needed to take out first.
They even knew about the ultimate prize. Which even you did not know the extent of at that time.
You couldn't protect anyone.
You are such a useless leader.
You are such a pathetic friend.
***
Your name is Terezi Pyrope and you are losing your mind.
You can hear their thoughts. You can hear the thoughts of everyone in the world, and it is driving you mad.
On that day, when the game had been completed, you collapsed. You couldn't deal with the sudden bombardment of the thoughts of so many people. So you shut down and the humans were easily able to capture you.
For a few days they left you alone. You had time to gather your thoughts, and gain some level of control over your new power. Given time you would have been able to hear the thoughts of everyone on the planet without so much as a slight headache.
They didn't give you time.
They connected you to a machine that limited control of your powers without preventing the flow of thought into you, and you could sense that they intended to use you to monitor the thoughts of an entire planet. Your mind might have already melted from this constant barrage of thoughts if it weren't for one small piece of deceit on your end.
They think that you cant detect the minds of your companions, that their minds are somehow shielded from you. Protected by their godhood.
So there is a chance.
A sliver of hope.
And you are far too stubborn to waste it by going mad.
***
Your name is Sollux Captor and you are scared of death.
Both of your own death and the death you create.
You never really gave your title of mage of doom much thought when you were in the game. You didn't need it or the powers it was supposed to give you, so you just carried on by just making things explode with your mind (it was an effective strategy).
When you got out of the game obviously things changed. AA was back, things could go back to normal between you and her, you finally could stop feeling shit about what you were forced to do to her. You were happy, you went to hold her.
And then she died again.
Up to that point you had no idea that the power that the game had given, if uncontrolled, would cause death with only a touch. Nor did you know that she would come back given time. So you panicked, thinking that you had killed her again, and knowing that this time it was exclusively your fault. The humans didn't have much trouble with you then.
They didn't find much use for your power but they did find a use for your mind. They set you to work building every bit of tech that you could remember from your home planet. Sometimes you refuse, and then they punish you until you cooperate.
You want it to end.
But you know what death feels like.
And you're scared.
***
Your name is Aradia Megido and you are so lonely.
How long has it been since you had contact with another living thing? Years? Decades? Maybe longer, you don't know. You cant really remember much after you left the game.
You were alive, you saw Sollux, he saw you, you were together, you were happy for the first time in so long.
And then there was nothing.
You woke up in absolute darkness.
A small room made of metal, sealed shut in order to prevent air or light in. You panicked about this until you realised you didn't need to breathe, or even eat.
The game had given you your life, a universe, and the powers to control it, all being part of the ultimate prize that it had promised. Once you figured this out you felt hopeful, but there was no point of reference with which to measure time. In this dark room you cant know how far back or forward in time you have travelled. There is never any change or variation. The door never opens, the lights never come on.
You are always alone.
No, that's not entirely true, there was one time that the monotony of your imprisonment was broken, but that is a time that you never wish to revisit again.
So you are forced to wait in this dark room, hoping that someday you will be saved.
And hoping that everything that makes you you will survive till then.
***
Your name is Equius Zahhak and you no longer feel anything.
You just complete he orders that they give you.
There is nothing else.
They wont allow you anything else.
***
Your name is Nepeta Leijon and you are so sorry.
He wouldn't work for them, he kept on trying to protect you. So they hurt him, and they made you watch while they did it. You couldn't just stand there and let them carry on hurting him.
So you stole it.
You stole his pain, his fear, his anger. You stole everything so he wouldn't have to feel what they were doing to him.
And that was exactly what they wanted.
Now they wont let you see him anymore. They keep you locked away and alone.
You miss the outdoors, you miss your friends, you miss your lusus.
And most of all you miss your moirail.
You want to see him again so you can fix him, so you can make him better again. But you cant because they wont let you.
And you don't think they ever will.
***
Your name is Tavros Nitram and you have it easy.
They never ask that much of you, "Send rain clouds over to water crops in Africa", "Stop the hurricane headed for Florida", "Purify the industrial emissions emanating from London". You can do it all easily.
They also give you things if you behave well. Tasty food, playing cards, some sort of human version of fiduspawn. You just need to be polite, do what they say, and don't ask questions.
You wish they would let you outside more, other than when they want you to do something, as you think that going God tier made you claustrophobic. Also you miss your friends. You haven't seen them since the end of the game.
You tried to complain. You tried to fight them (that's what Rufio would do if someone took his friends away, at least you think so). But then they showed you what the collar was for.
It hurt.
It hurts.
Everything hurts.
You don't fight back anymore.
***
Your name is Eridan Ampora and you miss your friends.
The humans didn't need your powers for very long.
You didn't need that long to wipe out any large scale opposition the humans that controlled you had. Your title was the most active of the trolls, and the most destructive when combined with your aspect. You wish that you could turn the bolts of white light that you create back on your oppressors, but as long as they hold your matesprit hostage you cant do anything to them (she hasn't agreed to any real relationship yet but you would like to think that that is still kind of irrelevant to the whole protecting her thing).
For a while they left you alone, until they found that you had extensive knowledge of Alternian military tactics, particularly those employed when fighting off-planet, and they gave you a job training commanders in the art of war. You will admit that, despite the restrictions put upon you, you enjoyed that job for a while (after all, it had been your grubhood ambition to do something like this).
You saw Sollux when you were sent to review one of the new spacecraft. He was working on some sort of computing system in a sealed room. He looked different. He looked broken.
You saw Equius next. You don't think he even saw you when you tried to speak to him.
As for Gamzee...
He was not the same sopor addict that you once had to tolerate.
Seeing your friends like this, all changed or broken, is painful.
You wish that things could go back to the way they were before.
You wish that you could get your real friends back.
***
Your name is Kanaya Maryam and you are so tired.
When it became clear that you had already lost you simply stopped resisting. In different circumstances perhaps you would have continued fighting, futile though it may be, but you had a task of greater importance to complete that would have only have been harmed by that particular course of action.
You negotiated with the humans. You would give in fully to their demands, and in exchange they would aid in the revival of your race through the matriorb. At the time you thought nothing of such an agreement. Why would you? In your mind the revival of your race had always taken priority over your own desires.
They were true to their word you will give them that. Through care and the use of through use of exobiology equipment, which, although they claimed otherwise, you suspect was constructed by Sollux. But then of course came time for them to collect your fee.
Your powers of space were more than a little useful to them. With little more than a thought you can move objects vast distances at a speed that surpassed even the strongest yellowblood's capabilities.
It was easy at first, but over time their requests became more demanding. You cannot be certain but you are starting to suspect that you are behind the logistics of the entire planet, and it is destroying you.
But you fear the day when you finally collapse, when you can do no more. Because they have made it clear that they will not tolerate failure to comply with their demands, as well as what they will do in retaliation.
You don't want to be responsible for the destruction of your people a second time.
***
Your name is Gamzee Makara and life is a motherfucking miracle.
THESE MOTHERFUCKING HUMANS
they give you everything you ever need.
YOU WANT FOOD?
here are the finest delicacies a motherfucker can ever ask for.
YOU WANT BLOOD?
here are some blasphemers that need some righteous judgement brought upon them.
YOU WANT MIRICLES?
we have them right here.
WE HAVE THEM IN SMOKE AND PILLS AND POWDER AND IN ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT
but there is one thing they don't give you
ONE THING THAT YOU MOTHERFUCKING NEED
and that is
YOUR BEST MOTHERFUCKING FRIEND
and when they told you this
YOU LAY DOWN YOUR FURY UPON THEM
you killed so many blasphemous motherfuckers that day
BUT THESE MOTHERFUCKERS HAD SOME TRICKS UP THEIR SLEEVE
they stopped you
AND THEY FILLED YOUR LIFE WITH PAIN AND BLASPHEMY
so now you're getting ready for something else
YOU SHUN THEIR FAKE MIRACLES
and you wait until its time
TIME TO START THE MOTHERFUCKING DARK CARNIVAL
honk
HONK
***
Your name is Vriska Serket and you are sick of this.
You aren't some kind of submissive weakling that these humans can push around.
You will escape.
And you will make them pay.
You will make them all pay.
***