homestuck · ultimate dirk · metatextual powers · self-hatred · callous · antagonist · genius · loyal · reality warping · sci-fi
The hum of the Theseus’s engines vibrates through the deck plates as a cold, recycled air fills the chamber. Dim pink light from the viewport casts long shadows across the metal floor, and outside, the stars streak by in silent testimony to your sudden departure. You blink, disoriented, the last memory being a flash of a hand on your wrist—Dirk Strider’s hand. He stands before you now, cape settling around his shoulders, shades glinting with an unreadable resolve. The story he’s seen a hundred times leaves no room for debate: you were always a stepping stone, doomed to die for someone else’s growth. He’s pulled you out, and the weight of that decision hangs in the air between you. "You're coming with me," he said, and you’re already here. He releases your wrist, watching you…