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The Pitiful Truth	By : Cookieluv246 Category: Web Comics > Homestuck Views: 1111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Pitiful Truth
- 2-The Pitiful Truth II
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Authors note: Oh don’t mind me, just my first fanfic ever. No smut in this because I suck, but also no quirks because I suck even harder. I may continue this, depends
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You took a deep breath of satisfaction. You had finally done it, you’ve finally had someone listen to everything you had come to learn and research and speculate without them running away once! This was a monumental day for you; even miss Serket, who was much more tolerant of your sermo--discussions, would abscond after some point or another, or rather get distracted by a certain someone, shall we say. But that was neither here nor there, what mattered to you now was, getting to hear what your descendants opinion was on the matter.
“Now Karkat, I am very anxious as to hearing what you have to say on everything I’ve told you. You must have some opinions on everything, including your own experiences, correct?”
Nothing. He just kind of stood there-almost lost. Had he fallen asleep?…Can you even fall asleep in a dream bubble? His mouth kind of was left agape, but his eyes started to shift. So he was awake, but yet still no response.
“…Karkat?”
Oh no-had you have perhaps triggered him sometime during your speech and he’d been like this, the whole time? You should have been more careful, why do you always butch things up like this? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
“I do apologize, have I perhaps triggered you after all? I shouldn’t have been so rash, do allow me to apologize on the behalf of my-“
“Sorry.”
He said rather feeble, his hand started grazing on his own cheek. He wasn’t looking at you; he was playing with his hair for a moment when he started again,
“I heard everything you said. I…” He kind of side glanced you, “I actually don’t really have anything to comment on. Everything was sort of stuff I already knew, or your own theories which I couldn’t really approve or disprove.”
You had an urge to say something, but almost like he could read your mind he gave you this stern glare, which you did not expect but made you stop in your tracks. “What I’m not sure you realize is that…while your ideals are well intended. There no longer is any relevance…at all… Our species is nearly extinct-everyone is dead… including you. But instead of coming to terms of that, you’re still stuck in the past of what might have been plausible issues at one point. But what even is the point of all this? Nothing will change either way, we’ll be erased by the universe and no one will know what a “troll” is-so none of the issues will exist soon enough…”
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Your name is Kankri Vantas, and you were for the first time in your life left speechless.
…That was not the response you had expected…at all.
“Karkat…While I am pleased to hear your opinions on the matter, overjoyed even, by the fact that you had kept peeked interest in the conversation long enough to come up with such an informative response-I am quite disappointed in the shallow nature you seemed to have captivated. Surely a man such as yourself can appreciate speculation of a grander level—even if the chances are slim, I disagree that the issues no longer existing just because-“
You were still trying to get your thoughts cranked out when you saw his eyes had been looking at the ground for a long time. Choking sounds and sniffles were coming from him—was he crying? You lowered yourself to his level and gently clasped your hands over his shoulders.
“Karkat? Are you ok?”
He kind of shook you off as he started rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. You were starting to become very concerned, you weren’t equipped on how to handle this sort of situation.
“We don’t have to continue this discussion if it’s affecting you so strongly, you’ve done better than anyone I ever of known in dealing with my…”
His eyes finally looked at you. They were glazed and shiny as doll eyes-as if made with gemstones. Yet they scared you, they look so worn down. It was like you were staring into the eyes of the sufferer himself. His eyes looked like they were begging something of you that you didn’t have to give. A feeling welled up inside you that you had never felt so strongly. This feeling even overpowered the feelings you got when giving a passionate conversation.
“I’m tired…of all of this. I’m afraid… I’ve failed as the only chance of survival for our race…and for my friends. I’ve failed everyone. Those stupid humans still might have a chance, but us… We are just delaying the inevitable. Even if we kill Jack Noir, Lord English, The Condescension, and whoever else. It won’t matter for us, it won’t save us. We are just the ashes left behind of a sorry excuse for a race. The Galaxy will eat us all up, and then it will be like we never existed…Anything we might have learned are just a waste. As if life was just laughing at us, thinking we may have made progress, only to be shot down with a big FUCK YOU.”
“Oh come now, you surely don’t believe all that—you’re just upset right now, it will all be—”
“DON’T YOU FUCKING GET IT?” Your eyes sprawled open, both in alarm as well as hurt—this didn’t seem like the Karkat you knew earlier.
“NOTHING YOU’VE LEARNED WILL SERVE ANY PURPOSE TO ANYONE. OUR SPECIES IS DEAD. THANKS TO ME, YOU’VE WASTED YOUR FUCKING TIME ALL THESE MILLENIA. YOU’LL NEVER FIGHT ANY SOCIAL INJUSTICE. THERE IS NO LONGER A SOCIETY TO FIGHT FOR.”
The words rang cold, it gave you shivers—you could forgive him for his harsh dialect for now, for he was arguably rather upset and it can get the best of any of us—but what he was saying was simply…simply…
“Karkat please, you’re just speaking nonsensical now, why don’t you just lay down for a while—”
“DOES VANTAS STAND FOR DUMBASS OR SOMETHING? DON’T YOU GET IT YOU IGNORAMT BLITHERING FECULENT SHITHOLE OF AN INCARNATE? IT’S OVER! THERE IS NOTHING ANY OF US CAN DO ANYMORE EXCEPT WAIT LIKE SKITTY EYED SHEEP FOR THE OBLIVION THAT WILL BE RAMMED UP OUR ASS FOR ETERNITY. LET ME PUT IT INTO WORDS YOU CAN UNDERSTAND—ALL OF THIS, MEAN’S NOTHING. YOUR FRIENDS KNOW IT, PORRIM KNOWS IT, MY FRIENDS KNOW IT, WE ALL KNOW IT. DEEP DOWN I THINK YOU KNOW IT TOO, YOU’RE EITHER JUST BEING STUBBORN ABOUT IT OR MAYBE YOU ARE JUST THAT PAINFULLY BLIND OF THE TRUTH. CAUSE I CAN’T THINK OF ANY OTHER EXCUSE AT THIS POINT. MAYBE IF YOU GOT YOUR HEAD OUT YOUR ASS FOR LONGER THEN TO TAKE A BREATH, YOU’D UNDERSTAND THAT YOUR FRIENDS AREN’T UNCULTURED NUMBNUTS BUT ACTUALLY ARE MORE AWARE OF THE REAL TRUTH THEN YOU COULD EVER BE. YOU’RE JUST HOLDING ON TO A PIPE DREAM!”
He was breathing erratically at this point—his face looked as if stricken by fever; sweat and tears running down his face. His expression, while contorted rather harshly, showed something more than just anger. It showed pain….and guilt.
“Y-YOU WANT TO KNOW MY,” he choked, giving the sound of a hic, “OPINION? LISTENING TO YOU FEELS LIKE MY BONES BEING STRETCHED TO BRITTLE PIECES; TORN A PART LIKE FUCKED UP BROKEN PUZZLE. THE TRUTH IS, I AM LIVID WITH ENVY THAT YOU SEEM TO BE ABLE TO HOLD ON TO SOME TORCH OF HOPE, AND YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD. I FEEL WE SHOULD BE FUCKING SWITCHED, BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I MIGHT AS WELL OF DIED A LONG WITH THE NUMEROUS FRIENDS I KILLED BY MY INCOMPTENANCE. HOW DARE YOU BE ABLE TO BE CONTENT WITH EVERYTHING, YOU INSUFFERABLE PRICK!”
Then, it just hit you. It was hard, for you to take in the words he was throwing—they felt like bitter knives. You were supposed to be the one teaching him, but it seems your pupil has out done the teacher. You give a heavy sigh, but then, you smile. You smile the warmest smile you have, and you start,
“You know, I think you’re indeed right about something. I have been wasting my research on the wrong subjects—it’s a harsh truth, but I doubt they’ll ever truly be able to fruit into anything…Satisfactory. Though I disagree with one thing Karkat,” You grab his face with both of your hands and stare at his eyes discerningly. “If you truly had no hope, you would have died along with your fallen comrades. There was nothing stopping you, yet here your eyes are a refined shade of orange, while mine lay ominously pale. You’re right Karkat, I am dead, and my time was cut short. But you’re not a failure, you may have made mistakes, but you have fought through adversity alike, and your chapters are not even over. So don’t talk as if you have fallen, when you’re on the rise.”
You kiss his tear stricken eye lids, he flinches, but doesn’t reject you.
“You are a true leader, and I can speak for all versions of myself when I say, we’re so proud of you.” You didn’t realize it, but Karkat hadn’t been the only one crying. It was so bizarre, up until this point you didn’t even know the deceased could cry. But some sort of red liquid had colored your cheeks as he took that liberty to run into your arms and cry in your cotton sweater. All you heard him say was ‘I’m sorry’ but you just whispered comfort into his ear.
Your name was Kankri Vantas, and for the first time ever, you found your purpose in life…or afterlife. His name, was Karkat Vantas, and it was on that day, you broke your oath of celibacy.
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