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Part 2 of this

The FateStuck Humans

The FateStuck humans are all fusions of John, his friends, and their guardians, made via button mashing in the Ecto Biology Lab.

Thankfully, due to the lab's nature as both a cloning facility for Carapacian Soldiers, and a means of repopulation for victorious Sburb players, the lab itself can compensate for a lack of variety in gene selection, and apply mutation where necessary to create healthy Paradox Clones, making incest impossible. Were it possible, John's button mashing would have had MUCH darker implications.

Each human is not necessarily a perfect mix of their host parent's abilities and personalities, though they may share certain qualities that flavor their own perspectives and sense of self. The cast is, as follows.

June Sassacre. Fusion of John Egbert and Jane Crocker, made by John Egbert via button mashing.

Chumhandle: dectectoBiologist

Strife Specibus: Zapperkind

Fetch Modus: Mint in Box

Herself and her Twin Sister were found by and adopted into the eccentric family of pranksters known as the Sassacres. Their grandfather, Colonel Sassacre, is the titular writer of Colonel Sassacre's Daunting Text of Magical Frivolity and Practical Japery. And this text in particular was the foundation of a lucrative empire of toys, prankster's guides, costumes, and puppets.

June, the heir to this great prankster's empire, is not so much invested in her destiny as a Princess of Pranks. Rather, she just spends her time (and sizable allowance) collecting and studying retro video games, merchandise, and technology. She even themed her Strife Deck after Light Gun accessories from old Shooter Games.

She's raised by a lovely pair of mothers, Mom Sassacre (A very stylish "down to business" kind of businesswoman.) and Mum Sassacre (A muscular POC harlequin who NEVER stops being a proper goofball for the Sassacre name.)

She has a strong connection to her online friends, both her human ones AND the Trolls that her bestie introduced her to, and is looking forward to playing the Prototype for the upcoming game Sburb, which will help them all to meet up and have fun adventures together.

Though in all of this, she feels a particular sense of danger. There's a foreboding atmosphere surrounding this game, and especially around her sister, who seems to know more than she's letting on…

Halley Sassacre. Fusion of Jade Harley, and Jake English. Made by John Egbert via button mashing.

Chumhandle: eschatonDisciple

Strife Specibus: Garandkind, Clawkind

Fetch Modus: Pentagram, Squiddle

June's Twin Sister, and another potential heir to their empire, though she has no interest in it.

While June was holding down the fort at their extravagant mansion on Sassacre Island, Halley and Grandpa Sassacre went to another island in Canadian territory for an expedition, Sassacre seeing connections between there and the mysterious Frog Temple that resided close to his family home.

Grandpa Sassacre dies of old age on this journey, leaving Halley to be looked after by the Family Pet, a mysterious two-mouthed white furred cat named Pounce. Halley was 6 when this happened, by now she's 13.

Pounce himself was gifted by some distant family friend, Grandpa described her as a "very blue elderly jokester." I wonder what she was so sad about?

Halley became hyperfixated on all things spooky, inspired by local Wicca culture villagers on this island practice. She considers herself a Satanist, and is actively seeking darker and darker forces to guide her on a path to glory. This has only gotten worse recently, now that she's been dreaming of a mysterious Violet City ruled by Crustaceans with black shells, which lay close to the domain of ancient primordial gods. Their guttural words are VERY soothing to her.

Nobody really knows what to make of her. Halley comes across as a girl who actively wants to seem strange to everyone she talks to, and while half the time she's clearly just pretending to be some kind of mad cultist, sometimes she seems to know MUCH more than she should.

One thing everyone can agree on, that old Puppet she carries around with her is very creepy.

The Strider. Fusion of Dave and Dirk Strider. Made by John Egbert via button mashing.

Chumhandle: daedalusDeified

Strife Specibus: Dual Blade

Fetch Modus: Clock

He has no standard name. You can try and guess what his first name is all you like, but even if you're right it makes no difference. He slashed that half of his own Placronym into dust ages ago.

The Strider lived a carefree existence under the watchful eye of his ghostbro Dave Strider, known by some as Davesprite. For the longest time, The Strider looked up to his bro as the perfect teacher, he taught The Strider everything he knows about wielding his awesome retractable double sword. That is, until a particular falling out.

One day, The Strider suddenly found his friends had ghosted him. At first he thought nothing of it, but soon he'd found his internet was having some serious problems, and it wasn't a wifi issue.

Dave, in all of this, shrugged and brushed aside any worries. He was acting suspiciously, and so The Strider suspected his weird techy ghost powers were involved.

This began The Strider's rebellious tendencies, which itself evolved into a philosophy on living. Namely, irony is worthless and genuine enjoyment is always the better way of doing things.

The Strider began genuinely enjoying bad movies, outsider art, shitty obscure soda brands (Kooba Cola is the BEST), and any and all works that go against convention.

And Dave… could not fathom ANY of this no matter how hard he tried, which quickly began to widen the gap in their relationship.

What finally got Dave to start taking it all seriously was when The Strider came out as gay, and made it completely clear he wasn't joking. That… took some time for him to process, but ultimately he accepted it.

Things were going well, and it almost seemed like they'd be bros again… Until Nannasprite hacks into their system and helps RR chat with him again, where he learns Dave DID mess with all the tech in the house, AND the TVs, AND the mailbox, and basically ANYTHING he could modify.

The reason? To hide ANY knowledge of Sburb, a game that Dave REFUSES to let his bro play, claiming that game will be the death of him and everyone he loves.

Not one to give up, and especially after being gaslit by his own ghostbro for so long, The Strider makes it his mission to play the game with his friends, the only ones he trusts.

… now what's this about "Trolls" joining the friend group?

Roxy Rose Lalonde. Fusion of Rose and Roxy Lalonde. Made by John Egbert via button mashing.

Yes you ALWAYS say the full name, she's always ROXY ROSE Lalonde. There is no middle name, and neither is an individual first name.

Chumhandle: tonicTroublemaker

Strife Specibus: Fistkind, Seltzerkind, Needlekind

Fetch Modus: Bottle

She's an aspiring Pranksmaster, and one of the few folks who know how to ACTUALLY use Prankster's Gambit as a battle system. She even has an alternative leveling system to work towards a powerful Joke Build, a "Low Tier God Tier" if you will.

With her understanding of Prankster's Gambit, and her wide array of Strife Weapons, Roxy takes fun and games VERY seriously, like competing in an arcade tournament with the joke character.

As to be expected from the girl raised by Nanna and Jaspers, a girl's bound to go through life on weirder paths when a grandma and tentakitty ghost are her parents.

She's a wizard at tech, a chemist of Tonic Mixology, a bundle of pure charisma, AND she introduced her friends to the Trolls!

That story aside, she's also kinda-sorta an heir to the Betty Crocker company? Apparently Nanna did some kind of "hostile takover" back in the day. And apparently that also ended in saving a stray cat? (Not Jaspers.) Anyway, now Nanna can buy out obscure brands and keep them on the market! Which is why EVERY subscription to the brand for monthly goodies comes with a free crate of Kooba Cola! (Whether you want it or not.)

She loves soft drinks, has her own dedicated """bar""" fulla fun mixins and syrups. She's staunchly against booze, even when she grows up she'll never partake, that's her solemn vow.

Plus, the extra seltzer makes for great spare ammunition! Efficiency always has a place in puns and pugilism.

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Part 4, part 3 here

Fatestuck Trolls Set 2 of 2

As John and Vriska were doing their needless experiment with Ecto Biology labs, Gamzee saw an opportunity to scheme for the return of his Mirthful Messiah.

To this end, he channeled his magicks into the machines that carried their gene codes, and implanted the codes of their dancesters as well. Guided by his own twisted intuition, he intends to create potential agents for his God.

While half of them were made by John and Vriska, all 6 ended up on Alternia's sister planet, Ainretla.

(Ghost-Author's Note: This was just done to give some name variety in set 2, which itself wasn't initually intended to be canon to Fatestuck, but then I, the writer, was SO enthusiastic with the deisgns, they became so. The character profile philosophy was made under the assumption they were basically just… more Alpha Troll fusions.

TL;DR, don't think about it too much.)

Araloz Serara, fusion of Kurloz and Aranea. Made by Gamzee Makara.

Name is pronounced: Ah-rah-low-ss Suh-rawr-ra

Trollian Tag: umbralPilosa

Strife Specibus: None (Chucklevoodoos)

Fetch Modus: Fortune

Lusus: FROG Dad

One of the few Trolls in this whole group who knows a damn thing about anything. Because unlike most, she has insider info.

She knows about the Ecto-Labs, she knows Sburb is a death sentence, she knows Gamzee is planning something, and she even knows her intended purpose.

Araloz was made with the intention of making the Ultimate Weapon for this game. Someone with the cunning mind of a Serket, and the powerhouse rage of a Makara. She was made to be brilliant, tactical, and above all, capable of ruthless destruction.

…So naturally she just went "nah" to all of that shit. Araloz knows who her real friends are, she only intends to use her gifts to keep THEM safe. Destiny can suck it, and life bends to HER whims.

To most, Araloz seems like the most unassuming gremlin imaginable. Her entire existence seems to just be chilling out and fucking with people. She gives off vibes like a stoner, but hasn't done any substances.

She's missing an arm AND an eye, and she refuses to elaborate how. She wasn't anywhere near "The Incident", nor was she anywhere near "The Hunt." It seems unrelated to ANYTHING her friends were up to, and she often just makes up joke versions of what happened.

Araloz has no weapon, she's instead used her given potential to harness the Chucklevoodoos, manifesting Rage to move objects, form constructs, and enhance her damage output.

She's glad Gamzee was dumb enough to give her this potential, and even moreso to her bestie and informant who helped her prepare for whats to come. There are some REAL monsters coming, and she's ready for them all.

She's glad to have a friend like Gamzee on her side. Hmm? Oh, not THAT Gamzee, the other one. Hehe, confusing? Good. ::::o) honk.

…Just one secret from her to you, Her Imperius Condescension died ages ago. Thought you'd wanna know.

Mitrim Capyam, Fusion of Mituna and Porrim. Made by Vriska (and John) via button mashing.

Name is pronounced: Me-trim Cap-yum

Trollian Tag: haughtyOdyssey

Strife Specibus: Lipstick/lShotgunkind

Fetch Modus: MS Paint

Lusus: Mama Swan

Araloz's bestie, and probably the most snobbish of art snobs. Mitrim dedicates almost every hour of her day to her craft. Sculpture, Painting, Poetry, any and all manner of creation she'll gladly tackle, if perhaps not so much in fashion.

She's an oldschool gamer, and likes to spend her free time challenging herself with thinkpan splitting difficulty. Somehow the frustration is almost a kind of zen state for her.

When not practicing her arts and games, she often works on her marksmanship with her weapon, a lipstick that can turn into a Shotgun. Her aim is quite good, and she's very familiar with the range.

Every day she perfects her crafts. Pursuing finer and finer arts, taking on more obscure challenges in her well worn game collection, perfecting her aim.

She has to just keep focussing. Hone it in, leave no mistakes, do everything right. None can surpass her, none can defeat her. None can… None can…

…She cries easily these days. She has a swan's heart, much like her Lusus. Easy to break, so much so it could kill her.

Ever since "The Hunt," her friend… he calls himself The Vile now, hasn't been the same. He's raging against the world, hostile to anyone in the upper blood caste, clearly masking pain with vitriol.

They rarely speak, The Vile never engages. Mitrim knows the reason, she never reveals her real blood color to anyone outside her most trusted friends.

She'd give anything to just SAY it, at least then she could try and get to know this version of him. Offer some comfort, help him through it.

But… But she… she just… she… can't. She can't risk it. She's sure to be culled, or worse, grafted into a starship's engine for Her Impirius Condescension.

She's never going to fill a Quadrant, she can't contribute anything of worth, she can't even fight…

She's tried dozens of times to start using PROPER ammunition in her shotgun, she HAS the shells for it. But she can't bring herself to load the barrel. She ONLY uses beanbag rounds, the thought of killing anyone is unthinkable to her.

And even if the Drones came, even if her life was on the line.

Even then.

All she could do is weep.

Meeioh Pieram, fusion of Meenah and Rufioh. Made by Vriska (and John) via button mashing.

Name is pronounced: Meow Pie-ram

Trollian Tag: untamedPoise

Strife Specibus: Meleekind, Fangkind

Fetch Modus: Cooking

Lusus: Madre Mantis Shrimp

Known by her friends as one of the sweetest trolls they know, known by her CLOSEST friends as a nigh unbeatable force of nature in combat.

Her Lusus, Madre Mantis Shrimp, trained her to achieve unbelievable feats of strength and speed, giving her the strongest punching force of ANY Troll, possibly ever.

This training was positively horrific for her hands in specific, which had to break and heal countless times across her years of combat. By now, the carapace has hardened so densely that they're night unbreakable. As a result, the tone of grey the shell reformed in differs from the rest of her, becoming darker.

This doesn't affect her appearance TOO much… However, the excessive damage and scarring has left her wrists covered in horrific cracks, fissures, and bumpy uneven shell. It's the one trait she doesn't like showing, so golden bracelets are worn consistently to hide this.

Due to the innate stiffness of the carapace on her hands, she lacks the dexterity to wield traditional weapons or type on a keyboard, but luckily voice to text solves that part. And as for weapons, the only things she really needs are her teeth and fists. At the very least, she can still hold objects decently well if she has to.

To those in the know, she can seem almost monstrous. She has a ravenous appetite, and tends to hunt Lussi for her feed. Usually large imposing ones, but always ones lacking a Troll to care for. She's a passionate cook, and half the time she's mostly hunting so she can try new recipes, though she always makes the most of her prize. Her favorite method is bleeding them dry with select bites, her teeth plenty sharp and great for the job.

Still, she likes that not everyone has to see her for all this violence alone. She really does enjoy being a kind and peaceful Troll, even has hopeful aspirations for a better future, like her supposed rival heiress to the throne on Alternia. She isn't even sure they exist!

Although… Peace isn't looking so good right now. Never mind "The Incident" her girlfriend had to go through, both worlds are in turmoil right now! Nobody has gotten word from Her Impirius Condescension in years. No battle plans, no execution orders, no cullings or inductions into the imperial army, nothing!

And now Trolls on all sides are at eachothers throats, trying to prepare for her return. Afraid that complacency and laziness will have them all culled. Everyone's afraid, nobody trusts eachother… And now folks are talking about her killing the competition to just take the throne already… She's only 6 sweeps old by now, no one can fix something this bad with this little experience.

How many more "Hunts" do we need to have until it's done?

Still… at least with Sburb she'll get to meet her girlfriend. Fefkat is so nervous about how they'll react to eachothers bloods, but thats nonsense. Everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

Meukat Leitas, fusion of Meulin and Kankri. Though, notably, when John and Vriska had set the machine to use said codes, a strange glitch occurred and seemed to throw in Karkat and Nepeta's genes too… And somehow left a kittyface on the monitor, like so. :33

Name is pronounced: Mew-cat Lie-tass

Trollian Tag: snugGoober

Strife Specibus: KunaiWChainkind

Fetch Modus: Pictionary + Encryption

Lusus: Mom Squirroo

In a world of Darwinian thinking, with blood and trauma on all sides, somehow Meukat has found a perfect inner peace.

If she had to describe it, it's as if Fate was corrected. A union of souls in a loving embrace, manifesting as a Troll. As if Utopia were a state of mind, and she had it from birth. The satisfaction of a happy ending, and yet the credits never roll. It felt like the kind of peace that could only occur after centuries of rage.

Whatever chance happenstance made this happen, Meukat is at peace with the world. Living a cozy life as a cave dwelling dork. Dawing cute fanart, taking naps often, and wearing what's cozy till it wears out and then sewing it back together herself. (With some mistakes here and there, like attempting to turn her cat hat into a hoodie, but sewing one side into the sleeve. But it's whatever.)

Her sleep schedule is… just the worst, purely because her naps throw off her internal clock and she loves being awake so she stays up late. Coffee addiction doesn't exactly help this, but it adds to her flowstate.

She's also VERY Autistic, obviously so to all her friends. Which makes her particularly huggy, supportive, and clingy. Some call it cringe, she calls it freedom.

She's also 1000000% besties with The Vile. He can be a dork at times, and very clueless, but Meukat gave her best furnished cave to him for a reason.

Because when someone's been through as much hell as he has, a generous gift from a friend is more than warranted. Poor guy…

Latara Pyrido, fusion of Latula and Damara. Created by Gamzee to combine Pyrope's desire to enforce authority with the sheer power and potential of a Megido.

Name is pronounced: Lah-tar-ah Pie-ree-doh

Trollian Tag: unyieldingSeriph

Strife Specibus: Canekind

Fetch Modus: Luck

Lusus: Father Owl

The definition of "by the books." In fact, that's hardly a proper description. Latara is not just dedicated to the rule of law, not even just dedicated to criminal punishment. Rather, she REVELS in enforcing law, narcing on her friends, and throwing the book at anyone who looks at her wrong.

She has a deeply seeded, extremely fierce, and often passionate rivalry with Nepezi. That hooligan is Number 1 in her most wanted list, and she carries one of Nepezi's quarters with her at all times to remind her of her mission. (Like, seriously, quarters in a sock? Evil, dungeon, forever dungeon.)

With cane sword in hand, she's more than ready for her life's goal to be finished. She and Nepezi will finally be in the same space, ready for the only logical conclusion to their intense rivalry.

A makeout session for the ages. Obviously, I mean, duh. Have you SEEN how many of these Trolls are either acting against the status quo, have been brutalized by circumstance, and even had to face DEMONS??? Obviously the Law and Order stuff is more about principles and making an ideal structure than ACTUALLY enforcing things like cullings or invasions.

…Okay, admittedly, she USED to be a bootlicker for the Condesce, most were. But then she met Meeioh. Seeing someone as strong, capable, AND kind as her convinced her that the rule of law should more be seen as a conversation of boundaries than anything.

Buuuuuuut playing Troll Cop is still fun, so having a rival of Ambiguous Quadrant is quite nice.

Still, when Her Imperious Condescension returns, if she at all interferes during or after this game of "Sburb," Latara is certain Meeioh will take the throne, and slay any who oppose her.

And when she does, Latara, as her most loyal advisor, will see to it that ALL who participated in "The Hunt" be culled with prejudice. Because no matter how many enemies she makes, Latara will always proudly say-

Justice for The Vile.

THE VILE

Once known as Kanhornus Zahamptas, fusion of Kankri, Horrus, and Cronus. Created by Gamzee to produce the most unstable possible personality.

Original name is pronounced: Can-horn-us Zuh-hamp-tus

Trollian Tag: regicideExtinction

Strife Specibus: Ropekind

Fetch Modus: Book

Lusus: DEAD (Mom Platypus)

To understand The Vile, one must remember that Her Imperius Condescension had been gone for some time. And the Trolls, in their hive-like mentality constructed mostly for war, began to grow paranoid at the wrath she'd bring upon her return.

The bootlickers and cowards set to work finding a sacrifice, meant as a scapegoat should their days without imperial commands be regarded as laziness and complacency. Someone had to be culled.

And one such Troll, if he could be called such a thing, had been making friends with lowbloods and highbloods alike. Yet his blood caste was a well kept secret.

Until one day, the secret got out. He was a mutant blood. That was all the reason they needed.

To the trolls performing their ritual, it had almost seemed logical. The Condesce will be pleased with their actions, the empire is secure, the order maintained. It didn't matter how rash, unorganized, and vicious it seemed. It was all for the greater good.

Every strike, though improvised, was a deserved punishment. As they slashed his eye blind, ripped off a finger from each hand, broke one of his horns, left most of his teeth in broken jagged chunks, and tore up the apparent gills remaining from some muddied violetblood genes, they felt secure in their rightful place as respected citizens of the empire.

It needn't have gone further than that. The example was made. They could have stopped there.

And then they came for his Lusus, and the carnage that came of it was too gruesome to put to words.

…One must also consider the blood castes. Is violence inherant to the nature of the colder castes? Kanhornus didn't believe so. Trolls have a natural sense of Collectivism in how they view life. If an individual dies, it's not much to consider. Not when the greater whole is safe and secure. With massive birth AND death rates, it seems only reasonable that smaller numbers be let go.

But then… Perhaps the opposite is true too. The supposed "lowbloods" have massive numbers, and like all the castes feel a sense of community. Many "lowbloods" are unconcerned with deaths in their number. What difference does it make? There will always be more bronzes rusts and golds to fill the gaps.

But then there's the "highbloods." Smaller in number, consistently smaller. The further and further you go up the caste the smaller the birthrate. If survival instinct doesn't exist in larger populations, perhaps it kicks into overdrive with smaller ones. Making them more combative and domineering.

So, what then happens, when a mutantblood is also a violetblood? Mutants aren't a distinct caste, they are mutations of available blood types.

What does it mean to have the ever present knowledge that you are, at ALL times disposable, and yet also so small in number you MUST defend your own life?

If you were Kanhornus, the day he had been "hunted," you would have broken instantly.

What once was a pacifistic and gentile soul, was twisted by a survival instinct that refuses to die, creating a rage that's always burning.

And that rage was the fire that forged The Vile, who grew to hate ALL who represent authority, but ESPECIALLY the highbloods.

A Troll who practices the art of strangulation day in and day out, ready and willing to end his enemies painfully, but efficiently.

Cruelty is for cowards and kings, justice is a simple execution.

He lives quietly, covertly, hidden to gather his strength and to not be taken down further by his enemies.

The few who know of him as an enemy are horrified, but if asked, they'd tell you it was necessary.

Her Imperius Condescension would have it no other way.

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