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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!

( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

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[gottakilldaves]

karkat and stabdad, 696

part one

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

Power of the Heart (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYdt0gs3mgY) -- A Homestuck/Puella Magi Madoka Magica/Singularity clusterfuck

It had been so sudden. Jack had vanished, seemingly devoured by the teleporters. Karkat had angsted for about five minutes, trapped in a cycle of haunting around Jack's tent and setting off the various, hidden bear traps the man had left as his legacy before moving on and becoming the greatest leader Sacrosanct had ever known.

No, wait. That's bullshit. Even after a week and a half, Karkat hadn't moved from his stabdad's tent, too busy reminiscing over their exploits and keeping the beach clean.

By God, that beach was clean.

It was on one such day that Karkat heard a curious sound. Shuffle, shuffle. It wasn't the sound of the various crustaceans Karkat had trained and put on patrol of the beach that day. It was different. Shuffle, shuffle. If you haven't guessed what the noise was already, you're a fucking moron. It's the sound of someone walking on sand, fuckass. Everyone knows that.

With hope budding in his chest, Karkat burst through the tent, desu-kawaii tears already in his eyes.

But it wasn't Jack.

It was something far, far worse.



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There was only one solution: bear traps. However, when Karkat returned with the death machines, the legal document monger had vanished. Karkat was left alone to wallow in his Jackless despair.

part two

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

Four more days had passed since that strange incident, and Karkat was no longer sure how to continue with his life. He had stood on the metaphorical Pont-au-Change, contemplated his death through a dramatic soliloquy, and then changed his mind before deciding to jump.

He was back in Jack's hobo tent, organizing his ammo pile when he heard the strange sound again. Shuffle, shuffle. It was an echo of a previous encounter, one Karkat was not looking forward to.

This time, he was prepared.

Bear traps in hand, he exited the tent, his bloodpumper beating a rapid staccato in his chest cavity.

It wasn't the demon monstrosity from the day before. It was much, much worse.

Light shining off metal temporarily blinded him. The whirrr, whirrr of mechanical movement tore at his Auricular Sponge Clot. The knife slicing through his leg, through a double literary reacharound, also metaphorically sliced through his leg.

It was Jack. However, the vast majority of his organic body had been replaced by robobits. Karkat could feel (yet again, metaphorically) the ground vanish beneath him and the shitty, beach sand swallow his body whole.

In the corner of his eye, he saw one more startling revelation.

part three

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWaLxFIVX1s&feature=related)

Re: part three

[gottakilldaves]

/TEARS

/SO MANY TEARS




linda what the fuck did i just read

i dont even

Re: part three

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

why am i real life.

part four

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

Three months later, Karkat was still a mess. The man he respected above all others, Jack fucking Noir, was a goddamn robot. He had become Karkat's worst enemy and seemed to think it was no big deal.

"" This was emphasized with him stabbing Karkat in the arm. A preview of what's to come. But even stabs could not tear Karkat from his inner turmoil.

Nor could they tear his eyes from the beast that had taken to following him.

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It was a tempting offer. But some inherent, anti-kawaii organ in his strange, alien anatomy kept him from negotiating with the creature. Somewhere, somehow, a latent trollsense knew that if Karkat accepted its offer, there would be magical girl transformation sequences and Space Jam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBNkIQzg_iM) in his future. He had to persevere. Find natural means to save Jack. Natural, long-lasting, slow as shi--

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part five, finale

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

With a triumphant grin, the aptly named "Assdemon" vanished. The effects were instantaneous. The various bits of metal and machinery melted off Jack's body, leaving him as new and scarless as a wee petit babby. Karkat became a magical girl.

The world was never the same again.

THE END.

Re: part five, finale

[gottakilldaves]

and then jack immediately went to fight daves and ended up with even more robobits

whoops

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

magical girl karkat will help. that's the sequel.

[gottakilldaves]

what if dave is robots

what then

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

what part of motherfuckin' magical robot killing machine girl karkat do you not understand

[gottakilldaves]

oh my goddddddd


okay someday we need to have a madoka event. IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

karkat will make all the contracts and get eaten by a charles barkley monster.

epilogue

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