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Fate of The Carver

Summary:

Four trolls from all across Alternia receive a package from a mysterious benefactor who promises them the world and a new universe if they simply play the game offered to them, and they accept.

WARNING, I DON'T ALWAYS FOLLOW CANNON AND I DO USE HEAD CANNONS AND PERSONAL LORE CHANGES FROM THE OG HOMESTUCK

Notes:

Sorry if anything is inaccurate to Alternian society, I'm trying to keep it accurate, but some liberties are taken for story's sake or to make the story more entertaining. Also since I can't color the text [DR] is a teal blood and [HA] is "Blue" for reference

Chapter 1: Dry Texting

Chapter Text

The blistering sun dawned upon the Alternian surface, a young troll was sitting in his hive alongside his lusus getting ready to sleep the day away like most trolls when his computer goes off with the distinctive ping of Trollian telling him that he's being trolled. He sits up and gets out of his sopor pod before walking over to his computer and logging in, seeing it's another user by the name of "destructiveRelic". Groaning as he rubs his eyes, he answers the troll

-- destructiveRelic [DR] began trolling hopefulArchivist [HA] at 7:25 --

DR: \\ Hey my man //
DR: \\ Sorry to send a message like this //
DR: \\ No I'm not //
DR: \\ Did ya receive anything interesting today?? //
HA: No, I haven't.
HA: You know my hive is very isolated on purpose.
DR: \\ Right, social reject who should have been culled a sweep ago for you know what //
HA: We swore not to mention that, remember?
DR: \\We did, doesn't mean I won't tho //
HA: i wonder how were even friends some days
HA: now if youll excuse me i want to get some sleep before the sun rises too much to be comfortable
DR: \\ I thought you guys actually likes the sun and all that considering your hives are normally right by deserts and shit //
HA: Some do yes, but a majority of us like to sleep in the day like any self-respecting troll.
HA: Now Relic, I need some sleep before I decide it's a fun idea to walk in the sun and burn to death or feed myself to my lusus.
DR: \\ Whatever you say dude //

-- hopefulArchivist [HA] ceased trolling destructiveRelic [DR] at 7:37 --

With that final message sent the young troll would go back to his sopor pod and finally relax, drifting off to dreamless rest as another day has passed. After a few hours of peaceful rest, he would be awoken by a banging on his door. He would sit out of his pod and get dressed before answering the door still half asleep. He would open the door and see on the ground a disk with a blue hive on it separated into four smaller quadrants and a note reading "Contact the Oracle and Commander"