thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[It takes her a minute to respond, partly because the sudden change in the air and temperature is so stifling, and partly because she forgot she even had the phone.]

BE: Roxy?
BE: What happened in here?

TG: ur in rage
TG: in basic terms
TG: doom is facts
TG: rage is the reaction

BE: ...I see.
BE: Alright.
BE: Where's the lab?

TG: youll be able to feel it
TG: just think u wanna go

[When she does, she'll feel it. An odd sort of just KNOWING the direction. Sbe'll be fairly sure even if she gets turned around, she'll know the way she needs to go.]

[But she is gonna need to go outside.]

[Always wondered, was directions because of the void, or was it because she grew up with chess people with perfect senses of direction?]

[Weird...but not totally unfamiliar. And if Roxy says it'll work, she believes her. Outside it is, then.]

[You're outside and you’re amongst fire and structurally unsound buildings. There are also corpses of the black and white Carapacians, blood red as humans, and all very dead. You can see the red stringy mass in the sky, and in the distance you can hear rockets.]

UU: i do know a thing or two aboUt the red miles.
UU: it is the qUeen's favoUred attack. very long distance and omnidirectional.
UU: bUt once Upon a time, her weapon was stolen by a UsUrper. jacked, yoU coUld say, right off her ring finger. and then given a considerable boost in power.
UU: that gave the miles enoUgh of a kick to rip a Universe to shreds.
UU: and they have been doing so to yoUrs and its many instances for eons.
UU: only now have they caUght Up to yoUr instance. it is qUite fortUnate it has taken so long, really.
UU: some instances are tUcked deeper in the speaker's mighty blow sack, and will hold oUt for mUch longer, on a vast cosmic scale of coUrse.
TG: wait
TG: i dont
TG: what? instances
TG: blowb sack
TG: righ now i can hardly walk w/o steppin on my moms scarf ok
TG: so theyre destorying the universe is that the bootom line
UU: yes.
UU: try to think of it like this.
UU: imagine that the Universe is contained inside a very large creatUre.
UU: say, a great big frog.
TG: frog
TG: why a frog thats so silly
UU: it's jUst a frog! that is the way it is, jUst try to imagine it.
TG: k
TG: picturin
TG: big ol space frog
TG: all ribbiting loud an being huge
TG: hehehe
UU: now imagine that not only does the Universe exist inside it, depending on the creatUre's health and well being to sUrvive...
UU: bUt every potential instance of that Universe exists inside as well.
UU: those that are doomed and those with promise.
UU: even those that were reset from scratch, with slightly different starting conditions.
UU: all of those interrelated Universes mingling together inside yoUr frog, inextricable from its physiology.
UU: if the frog dies, they all go with it. eventUally.
TG: then you are saying some rude a-hole is killin our frog
UU: sadly, yes.
TG: wow
TG: that is
TG: just....
TG: the WORST

[You know the way to the lab, though it's some distance away.]

[Roll a 10 sider.]

[...

...frogs?

6.]

[Homestuck is WEIRD.]

[Suddenly you're in jail. With some dog girl in a Space outfit.]

[Have a chat about how you can fuck the laws of physics.]

[But you don't say anything about that burning bitterness in your soul. As it because obvious what you CAN do, the moral question is still in your head. The threat of repeated death is unpleasant, but you can ignore that, push it away, and instead be concerned with the moral question.]

[Do you save the race to have them be enslaved? Or do you let a race die?]

[And you try, try so hard to ignore the feeling eating at you.]

[Suddenly, you are Fade again, and you are in the cell.]

[And there is Roxy, pacing, glaring at the folder occasionally, sometimes making a green cube, and throwing it away, and she's growling and angry.]

That fucking BITCH! She killed my race and she's trying to guilt me into savin' HERS!

[Homestuck is SO weird. Spikeballs and frogs and dog girls oh my.]

Roxy?

What?!

[And that was a snap.]

[She looks at you and just...stares.] What fresh hell is this?

You tell me. It's your heart.

What are you doing?

[Even though she knows what she's doing, which is "being righteously angry."]

What are you talkin' 'bout?

Raging at the fucking BATTERBITCH!!!

[...okay, I get what's happening. Kind of.]

...it doesn't matter. Forget it. The important thing is that I'm on your side. I'm here to help, if you want it.

So, what, another kidnapped kid?

Mm, I suppose that's not entirely inaccurate. But I was looking for you.

And why is that?

I told you. To help.

Right.

Of course.

Totes believe you.

You don't have to believe me. I suppose we could always just sit here, together, in jail, until that beastly girl comes back to kill us both. That sounds like fun, doesn't it.

[She snorts.] She doesn't want to kill me, wants me to do the Batterbitch's bidding.

Ah yes, of course. To create the...'matriorb,' was it?

So what about it? You aren't considering giving in to her, are you?

It's....AGH. It's complicated!

It's an entire RACE!

A race that's already dead. Aren't they?

[~~spoiler Fade is literally the worst person to face this dilemma~~]

It's not as though you are dooming them. They've already been lost.

But I could SAVE them.

Only to have them live under her tyranny again? Only so they could suffer?

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