Homestuck Bucket Novels & Stories

"They designed the bucket... but they didn't look at what was growing at the bottom of it." "You think you know everything about the script, Father," I said, a low, dangerous laugh bubbling up from my chest. The "Obsidian-Violet" light didn't just return—it shattered through my skin in a dozen jagged lines, tearing the pristine white fabric of my tattered dress. "But you forgot the first rule of the Rust-District. You never trust a seller who won't show you the back of the ledger." I didn't lunge for my father. I lunged for the Original.

"There. All done. Do you want to watch a movie?" "Uh, I guess," Jacob said, this whole situation feels off, but he's not sure how to approach it. Jeremy grabs the bucket and walks past Jacob, then down the hall. He walks onto the balcony and dumps the water over the edge before placing it in a closet next to the kitchen. Jacob stands there, watching Jeremy as he moves through his apartment, washing his hands in the sink before walking into the living room and turning the TV on. "I don't know what you like to watch. Here, I have a bunch of movies on Plex that Colton downloaded for me. Choose whatever you like." Jeremy said, holding the remote out toward Jacob.

A sob escapes her. I walk a short way down the aisle, take a quick look at the options, and snatch a bottle with a size 1 nipple, breaking it out of the package. Walking back to my cart for some water, I take a can of formula marketed for sensitive tummies. Opening the Ozarka, I make him a bottle. "What are you doing?" she asks, looking around, obviously afraid of getting caught. "I haven't paid for any of that."

She circled her fists around in front of her, performing an impromptu "cabbage patch." "Do you want to clean yours by yourself?" Shasta immediately frowned. "No." "Well, don't go getting too big for your britches, then." Blake carried the bucket to a board wedged waist-high between two birch trees. "How about I build a campfire and clean the fish? You can go get the skillet and some plates?" He nodded toward the cabin.

Days without being held by a man or driven to ecstasy alongside a lover must have upturned my system, shaking its very foundations and destroying its sense of reasoning. "You look like you're about to empty your guts, Luna." With his blossoming happiness, a stranger might imagine that he poisoned me, prompting my reaction. "Might I interest you in a bucket?" He opens the jug Maggie left behind, and I don't know how I manage to not kick it out of his grasp. "Keep it back where you saw it, Wade." I lour at him. He sets the cylinder on its pedestal, his smile held up by obscure forces.