supergaybabyjail | THE MASTERMIND AU MEME

THE MASTERMIND AU
AMBIDEX EDITION

With Round 3 now over, it's about time we had the mastermind meme!

To those who aren't familiar, this is essentially an AU where your character is the one responsible for Round 3's Mutual Killing Game, and all of the carnage that came with it, from the kidnapping to the motives to the trials to the executions! And now, they have chosen to reveal themselves before the remaining members of their class at the final trial!

As such, you are free to play around with this as much as you would like; did your character make a contract with Kyuubey, or did your character put everyone in the Killing Game for a different reason? What is your character's motivation for bringing despair? What do they intend to get out of this seemingly senseless killing? And what does the rest of the class have to do to stop the madness and go home?

There's probably going to be quite a bit of AUing from your character's original canon happening here to make them into the best harbingers of despair they can be, so feel free to go as nuts with it as you want to! And, of course, feel free to tag others with your character's reaction to their classmate's big reveal; it doesn't matter whether or not your character made it to endgame, have fun and mix up the survivor pool as much as you'd like!

Oh, and feel free to describe your character's sweet new Monobear-themed duds, too!!

Original meme text borrowed and modified from loveisanopendoor!

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[Harvey just stares at him for a long moment.]

...do you hear it, too?

...Does it sing.

Sing?

[Harvey lets out a noise that sounds like it should be laughter, but really isn't.]

Nothing sings up here anymore, kid.

See, normally I'd find something to celebrate in that, but actually I'm gathering from context that that's probably a bad thing.

[Dave watches the shadow, then slowly moves back to Harvey's face, like answers are something written, not asked for.]

Mr. Finevoice, I--I don't get it. Why...just. Why?

[Harvey meets his gaze hollowly, but only for a few seconds before he looks away.]

Ain't that what you're here to figure out?

[And speaking of, remember that investigation that totally happened? Yeah.]

[Dave's quiet for a while before his gaze flicks to the shadow again.]

That's...that's a shade. Isn't it?

[Harvey's gaze flicks up to it as well, and he nods.]

Yeah, it is.

But you didn't make those. Someone else did. The J guy. His handwriting was different from yours.

Right again.

[Harvey turns now to study Dave's face in turn.] You're good at this, kid.

If you picked us out on purpose to play this shit out, then you already knew I would be. I was basically bred for this.

[Homestuck doesn't fuck around. Or, okay, it does, but it fucks around in pretty much exactly this fashion.]

...Or, maybe you didn't? You didn't have as much on us as the others.

...no. No, I wouldn'tve done it like this. The other games I ran were different. Not like this.

...

What's different about this one.

[He remembers: None of the teens have real execution plans; not even Dave, who's killed before, who'd be so easy to break...]

Those bastards from before deserved it.

Ssssooooo, you brought us here but you don't think we deserve it.

Of...of course you don't, that's not -

[Harvey's face tightens in pain for a moment, and he presses a hand to the spot on his temple where a shadowy tendril is shifting.]

The murderers did, they would've killed all of you to...ha, but they never would've come to that if it weren't for me...

[That thing is creepy. It's really creepy. It reminds him too much of things that whisper in the void, just outside the fringes of his nightmares.]

...The murderers? The...people in the games before us?

No - yes, them too! I didn't even know about any of this shit before them! Why - it's -

[Harvey sits down heavily in his chair, covering his face with his hands for a moment as the shadows darken around him. His shoulders shake, but there's no tears visible when he moves them away again.]

It's all my fault. I shouldn't blame anyone else.

Do you? Blame someone else, I mean.

[Dave's...lost his sense of understanding literally anything about what's going on. Except for the shade. He knows that's bad news.]

Who're the murderers you meant?

It doesn't matter now.

[Whatever that outburst was, the emotion seems to have drained out of him.]

Come on, kid. It's the final exam. Let's just get this over with.

[Muttered mutinously:] Maybe I would actually know what that means if I'd ever been to school.

[But really, that's neither here nor there.]

If you don't think we deserve it, then. Why. That wasn't in your fucking notes, dude.

Never been the kind to keep a diary. That's on me - you kids ain't gonna go down for that.

Do you know what's funny? [He grins bitterly, an expression that doesn't reach his eyes.] I didn't want this game. I wanted it to be done after the last one. They needed to die, but you...

I can't. I can't stop. Not while this thing is here, in my head. This is all gonna happen, over and over again, and I'm still gonna be here - what the hell else am I here for? I couldn't help them, I can't help you. It's all my fault... [His tone drops as he continues, almost muttering to himself. It's an old refrain.]

[Dave's a sap.

It's the truth under all his posing and posturing, and it's not even a well-hidden truth. He can't stand for obvious distress when it's right in front of him. Super High School Level Knight, indeed.]

...Mr. Finevoice. I think. I think I get what's happening here.

[He's been listening to the others, too, as they all piece together the story. And he sees the root of the problem, all wrapped around Harvey like a too-close friend.]

What does it mean that we can see it. The shade.

[The question snaps Harvey out of whatever rut he was spiraling into, and he thinks about it for a second before shaking his head.]

I don't know. I was the only one who could do that before - even when we were right in front of 'em. I guess it's been a while since I really talked to someone.

[Well, no. That's not true, is it?] It wasn't half as bad when I went in with you guys. I thought the memory thing would help keep it off my back for a little while, maybe I could get it right this time...it was stupid, I don't know why I bothered.

So it's weaker when...we're together.

[He watches the shade carefully, hand curling around the shape of a hilt at his side even though he doesn't have one, doesn't have any way to fight.]

[Harvey half-shrugs weakly.]

Maybe. I guess. Does it matter?

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