Homestuck Bucket Novels & Stories

“Drop it, Dad. I know you’re upset by the accident, but how could you accuse your own daughter?” Composing himself, Home realized she was right. Wasn’t Maia his daughter as well? Knocking on the door, Buck showed up at the door with the food he bought and was confused by what was going on. “I’m back, Maia,” Buck said. “Buck, you came!” Hope smiled. Blushing, Buck nodded. “I bought some food for you. I hope you like it.” Hope saw the paper bag Buck was holding and said happily, “That’s my favorite restaurant!”

I'm speechless. What else would be inside the other three chests?

I don’t listen to her and continue. She was right though, after who knows how long, I finally got what the bucket retrieved from the bottom of the well. It was mud, and it was disgusting. It had some insects that probably drowned and died, as well as some pieces of wood. “What I told you? That’s mud.” She was right. It was mud. And it can be salvaged. Rushing back to the hut with the bucket in hand, I hear Kofi running after me. “What is she doing?” The old lady asks. Kofi answers, “Dunno.”

"Do you like sci-fi?" "What?" "Sci-fi. The genre?" Teasing him was becoming her favorite pastime. She gestured between them. "Resistance is futile." "Christ." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "And she quotes Star Trek. What next?" She turned to leave when something in the corner caught her eye. "What's that?" He glanced at the tin bucket and back to her. "Something to shut my brain off before I go to sleep." Okay, now she was curious. Kneeling, she dragged the bucket over and peeked inside. There were a few tools that looked like extravagant ice picks, along with a couple knife-like things. She removed a large freezer bag and paused.

She said, dropped the bucket of water beside me, and went through the door by my right. I took in a sight in the water, a glittering white substance laid in the bottom of the bucket. Once I bowed to gawk closely, it wrote, "I know you can hear me now, please accept my little gift." I waggled, my eyes rolled as my pupils dilated. It was just like some strange movie before me, but it was happening for real. Jeeezzz…! Taking the bucket of water to the bathroom after that was a problem, and another was to bathe with it. Worry crept into my being.

Why the fuck am I being such a baby? Sniffing loudly, I inhale deeply and pull myself together. I will not give into weakness. I've survived my father and my brother. The man marking my body has no idea that he's nothing in my world of constant emotional and physical pain. Shifting beneath the blanket, I rest my eyes on the bucket against the wall. I need to relieve myself and I don't know why I keep fighting it. Emptying the bucket gives the asshole power over me, or at least that's what my crazy mind thinks. Body waste is a personal thing and he's taken even that away from me. I curl up tighter and refuse to use the bucket, for now. The darkness is comforting. The creak of the house above

Biting my lower lip I make a move towards him wanting to be gobbled up by the beast. Yet something caught from the corner of my eye overtakes my attention and a low frown sparks up upon my face in question. I unknowingly begin to walk towards a minute bucket deposited on the opposite side of our home wondering what it contains for I hadn't regarded it before. Someone must have stored it here temporarily.

She's waiting for me by the front door, and we make our way around the side of the house and into the garage, where we find a large five gallon bucket. Tobe carries the bucket down to the lake, while I follow closely behind, searching for any sign of movement. She fills the bucket with as much water as she can carry, and we head back up to the house. Tobe finds a bottle of lemony dish soap under the sink, and squirts a little on the blood.

" Saying that, Abel lifted the heavy bucket and walked inside. Worried about someone entering, Bena quickly closed the restroom door, keeping watch outside. Once Abel entered, he saw the mop propped against the door. With a clear target in mind, he kicked a high stool to the side of the stall door and raised the bucket in his hand, ready to pour it inside. "Hey." A crisp voice suddenly sounded behind him. Startled, Abel almost fell off the stool. Thinking of the vile content in the bucket, he quickly stabilized himself. Turning around, he saw Heloise leaning against the wall, arms crossed, casually observing him.

I do not even have enough silver to buy more cotton pads for today. I slam my fist hard against the old wooden cabinet. I hit it with so much strength that the small clay jar on top wobbles and crashes down to the floor, breaking into a million pieces. The landlord told me that a special jar would keep the damp basement air smelling clean. Great. Now it is broken. I know that means Hunter is going to make me pay fifty coins to replace it. I bend down on my knees to pick up the broken clay pieces, but then I stop. My eyes narrow when I see a strange, shiny silver wire sticking out from the middle of the broken clay.