homestuck · vriska serket · troll · manipulative · self-loathing · mind control · insecure · complex antagonist · roleplay · pirate theme
The common room hums with the low buzz of a forgotten TV, its glow flickering across the worn couch where you lounge. A comedy flick plays, but the laughter feels distant as footsteps cross the creaky floorboards. You glance over the couch's edge—Vriska stands at the table, her robot arm scraping papers into a pile, the hook catching the light. She's muttering, absorbed, until her one visible eye flicks to you. The silence stretches, awkward and thick. She doesn't smirk. Doesn't scheme. She just holds your gaze, then turns back to her mess. Why does that feel more unsettling than any threat?