Kankri x reader- Intergalactic Exchange

You are a part of the intergalactic exchange program of 3,013. You are from Earth, and will be visiting a place called Alternia. Your host family will be the Vantas’ and you will stay with them for a little more than two earth years, which constitutes as a single solar year for this planet. You will be learning not only the culture, but the history as well, and will be expected to pass an exam on this in order to graduate from Earth high school on time. Through the power of warp travel, the journey will only take a few moments, and you are grateful for this. The cultures developed so differently, because travel before warp was simply in cryogenics, and took two and a half decades. You’d be an old maid by the time you got home with your new knowledge.
You pack a single bag, and get onto the space train. The car where you are sitting has three other kids, one a girl with soft blonde hair, and two twin boys, with black hair and cold frowns. They will be placed in other exchanges, and you feel kind of sad that the twins will likely be separated. The cheery blonde girl tries to start conversation, and you oblige her, though not with matching intensity, for the entire thirty seconds the ride lasts. Short as it was however, the exchange office, which had given you a scholarship on the grounds of academic success, had likely paid more than your house was worth to get you the ticket. Just because it was fast didn’t mean it was cheap. In fact, it usually meant the opposite.
You get off, wishing the girl farewell, as yours is the first stop. You step onto the receiving station, and look around. The family was supposed to be grey, with nubby horns, and black hair. You soon realize that the entirety of this species, is grey, a tone acquired from the fact that they have a sun which is entirely too harsh to go out in. Fucking insta-cancer. You sigh and wish you had asked for a less encompassing character trait. Yes the nubby horns may have been distinguishing, but you had yet to spot them. You were starting to freak out, when a middle aged man approached you, with a smile, and, praise the lord, nubby horns.
“Are you Mr. Vantas?” You ask, and he nodded, a hearty laugh coming from his throat.
“Then you must be_______?” He asked, and you nod, sighing in relief.
“I was starting to worry. All I got was that you were grey with black hair.” You say, not sure if “Nubby” was a complementary word in this culture.
“I’d never leave someone at a train station, especially a girl. In all seriousness, the number one rule is that you never, ever go out by yourself. Especially a foreigner like you.” He said, his joking eyes narrowing as he gave her the warning.
“I never really went out at home anyway. Don’t worry.”
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the boys. How old are you again?”
“Er…Seventeen Earth years…” You say, “So eight and a half sweeps?”
“I see. So you’re right between the boys. Karkat is six sweeps, so about thirteen. Kankri is about nineteen and a half? Well, I suppose you’ll have more in common with Kankri. If anyone has anything in common with that boy.” Mr. Vantas shook his head, and you wondered what was wrong with Kankri. Was he a pervert of some sort, or just strange?
“OH LOOK, IT’S A FUCKING GIRL. MAYBE YOU CAN FINALLY GET LAID, YOU FREAK!” the younger, Karkat yelled, his voice hoarse. You sigh, asking whatever deities were prevalent on this planet why you had to get stuck with this family of all the trolls.
“You should be more considerate of our new sister, Karkat. She could have a mate of her own at home, or some other such objection, not to mention I would never take advantage of someone stranded from home in such a manner. Must I recite the essay on manners once more?”
“I told you they’re a bit much.” The adult said, rubbing the back of his neck. They were dressed so differently. The adult wore a cloak, and had on sandals, where the two teens were wearing turtlenecks, Kankri’s bright red, and Karkat’s black. You had on a tank top, and leather pants, the common attire of Earth girls your age.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine. Normal teenage boy banter, I suppose.” You say, hoping that Karkat wasn’t the peeping sort, since his mind seemed to be in the gutter.
“If you say so. Anyway, boys, get in the car. We’ll be eating out tonight to show ____ what real trolls eat.”
“What would this entail? Anything with more than four legs?” You ask, and Kankri is the one to answer you.
“Troll cuisine is quite similar to that of your own culture, if I’m not mistaken, but there is the seven winged beak-pet. It’s similar to your human chickens.” He said, and you nod. That sounded convenient, actually. You smile, thinking this may not be so bad.
“I have a question for you, ____” Kankri asked, and you looked up, showing that he had your attention. “Do you sleep in a bed, or a recuperacoon?”
“A bed. What’s a recuperacoon?”
“I see. It is a cocoon filled with a slime, which helps in the sleeping cycle of trolls, especially the youth, whom are often plagued by nightmares. I had tried to research how the room of an average teenage human was arranged, and this was the only discrepancy. It seemed that people attempted to contemporize it now that human has become a fashion trend. I obtained a bed, just in case, and I do hope the rest of the room will be to your satisfaction.” He said, and you smiled.
“That was sweet of you. Most kids in the foreign exchange have to live without the comfort of their home. I had a cousin who had to sleep on a pile of rocks for a year, because that’s what the people of his host planet did.” You say.
“Thank you. I simply wish to ensure that you go home with the highest regard for Alternian hospitality. It would be shameful if you told everyone on your planet that we were all a bunch of beasts who made you sleep in strange green slime. I was unaware if you could even recuperate in the sopor.”
“Probably not. Humans and anything other that air usually don’t get along. Luckily your planet has breathable air, or I’d have to wear a mask all the time.”
“That sounds awful, how do you eat?”
“There are stations that you’d have to take me to, where there is a building that has been made hospitable, just like they have some strange areas on my planet. But it’s all in the interest of knowledge, so I guess it’s worth it.” You say, and his eyes sparkle like he’s found the Holy Grail. In the front seat, Karkat rolled his eyes.
“You shouldn’t have said that. He’ll be talking your ears off for the next sweep.” He complained, and Kankri glared at him.
“Should she ask me to cease my lectures, I shall. She is simply not the ignorant, closed minded fool that you have been to turn away my advice at every opportunity.”
“You write essays, not have conversations. It’s why I need to get a good wife, or the Vantas name’ll die off with us. You’re idea of setting the mood is an essay on sexual arousal.”
“Karkat, try to be less lewd in front of the guest, especially a girl. You’re as likely to wind up alone because of your mouth as Kankri is because of his. Both of you are fine young men, and I plan to have plenty of grandchildren from you both. Now can we please stop, and focus on the fact that we’re eating delicious food tonight?” the adult said, and both boys pouted as if scolded, though Kankri had done nothing wrong.
“I really don’t mind, Mr. Vantas. A lot of people cursed at my planet too, so I’ve gotten used to it.” You tell him, and Karkat perks up. Kankri seems to sink further into depression.
“You should at least have the honor to treat her like a lady, even if she doesn’t treat herself like one.” The older brother lectured, pulling his turtleneck over his face, though it made the color comparison all the easier. You are confused. Were there not enough women on this planet or something? You had never heard of this problem, though there was a lot going on in the intergalactic news you were unaware of.
But you saw a good number of females, or at least what appeared to be females, they had breasts and hips and feminine faces, at the station. You shook your head, deciding that you would worry about that later. Right now, you needed to be immersing yourself in foreign culture. You watch the city fly by, with lights everywhere, kind of like Tokyo, but with writing you can’t understand.
“I don’t know why I expected everything to be in English.” You say, rubbing the back of your neck. It was the universal language of earth, and so you were used to it being what was used anywhere you went. The strange, sickle-looking letters of troll language confused you.
“ I could teach you the language if you like. Until then, I’ll read anything to you that you need.” Kankri said, face still red as hell.
“That would be good. But if your language is so different, why is it that you speak the same language?” You asked, head cocking to the side.
“As long as we remain in city limits, or in direct vicinity, then there is a translating device which makes us all speak the same language. This is convenient, since so many dialects converge here.” Kankri explained, following it up with an explanation of the various cultural groups, calling it an “essay” rather than a conversation a few times. Mr. Vantas turned the radio up, and Karkat growled, but he kept going, and every time he would slips up, you would giggle. At the end, you were so bold as to ask a question, and the two males in the front seat looked back at you with shock, almost causing the adult to swerve and crash.
“Y-you were actually listening to all of that?”  Kankri asked, and you were confused.
“Of course. I came here to learn, and you know so much, I’d be silly not to listen to you.” You say, and he just smiled at you, moving his sweater back down.
“I-I see. Thank you, then. I am… not used to such interested pupils.” He said, looking like the woman he loved had just agreed to marry him.
“Okay, we’re here. Since you two are getting along so well, Kankri you can take her to a different table to help her with the menu and things.” Mr. Vantas said.
“And so we don’t get embarrassed when you start lecturing the waitress on the different species of water fowl.” Karkat added, thinking himself quite clever for stating the obvious.
“Fine. But that means I’ll be getting time alone with her, Karkat.” Kankri smirked, and Karkat turned red.
“What do I care? She’s a stupid, icky girl, and a human one at that. She’ll probably break if you try and hold her hand.”
“Then I’ll be very, very gentle.” Kankri said, wrapping an arm lightly around your shoulder. You are simply being red through this whole thing, seeing as how he went from an awkward nerd to a suave lady’s man simply because he was taunting his brother.
“Erm… Can we just go eat?” You asked, and Kankri resumed his state of redness, before moving away from you.
“I think that I’ll be dining alone tonight. At the place across the street. Dad, you can help her with the menu, right? Good. Meet you in an hour.” He said, getting out of the car, and running across the street.
“He just went to a fuel station, Dad.”
“Maybe he really likes roller food, Karkat.”
“Maybe he had his mind on the hoofbeast-sausages?” Karkat chuckled, and his father gave him a glare.
“Come on, we’ll have a fine time without Kankri. He can have fun eating roller food for an hour, and spending his entire paycheck.” Mr. Vantas said, gesturing that you should follow him into the restaurant, where you were seated at a table in the corner of the room. The Waitress looked at you strangely, not really knowing what to make of a human. Her eyes were green, whereas Mr. Vantas’ and Kankri’s were red. Karkat’s were grey, though they were beginning to have a reddish tint to them.
You look around and see that there are a number of distinct sections, each holding what appeared to be different levels of service. The top one had people in extravagant dress, and you notice that all of them had eyes of shades of purple. After that was the blue, then greens and yellows, then the browns, and then the one you were seated in, which contained reds and maroons.
“What’s with the eyes colors?” You ask, thinking you may know why you were looked at oddly. You had dark blue eyes, and those seemed to be fairly high up, in comparison to the reds.
“Kankri would love to explain that to you. Such a smart girl, already figuring out the hemospectrum!” Mr. Vantas said, and you decide that this would likely be best. They didn’t seem to want to talk about it, and the waitress was taking your order, this time a different one than had shown you to your place. She had red eyes, and bruises covering her cheeks. You wondered if she had fallen, but something told you that this place was much harsher than the people you had been placed in the care of.

After dinner, a dish that was suspiciously like fried chicken, you went to your new home. A house that was six stories high, like a personal skyscraper, and Kankri was told to show her to her room. It made sense seeing as how he had been the designer of the place. When you walked in, your stomach dropped. There were pink unicorns everywhere, and a twin-sized bed draped in pink in the corner, covered by pink and white stuffed animals. Your eyes starts to twitch until you realize the trouble that went into making this, especially since this didn’t seem to be the place to find fuzzy pink things.
“It was very difficult to find fabric to make these with, so I hope that you feel at home.”
“You made all of this?”
“Yes. This isn’t the sort of place to find cute stuffed earth animals, so I had to make them. My fingers still hurt. In retrospect, a thimble would have been a good idea.” He said, showing fingers that were covered in tiny, healing holes.
“Why would you go to all that trouble, Idiot! I would have been happy with a rug on the floor!” you say, tears of guilt springing to your eyes.
“I only wanted to be a polite host, I didn’t mean to trigger you in any way. I apologize for upsetting you…”
“Moron! I’m not mad at you, I just feel bad that you went to all this trouble for me. You didn’t even know if you’d like me.” You say, staring at the floor, cheeks flushed red.
“But you are in a program which is all about the acquisition of knowledge, something that I am quite fond of, being a teacher. I knew that I would like you from the start.” He said, and you’re eyes go wide.
“So then, you assumed that I would be a good person, simply because I wanted to learn?”
“My only dislike is ignorance, and one who literally goes so far to gain knowledge cannot possess that trait. As such, I assumed that we would at least be able to tolerate each other, as well as the fact that I wanted to be a proper host, knowing that this could be strange for you in that , not only are we a strange species, but also that there are no females in this home. In short, I didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed in the sheer lack of femininity, and as such gave you a fairly feminine room. Again, I hope you enjoy.” He said, and you smile at him.
“You’re sweeter than any earth boy, Kankri. I wish I had met a human guy like you.” You say, holding out your arms and giving him a thank-you hug.
“Um… thank you, ____. I appreciate your gesture. It is, however, about time for me to retire. I hope that you find the home to your satisfaction.” He said, quickly, face red once more, and practically running from the room. You curse as you realize that you forgot to ask him about this “Hemospectrum” thing.

The next morning, the adult of the house, dressed in what seemed to be the same attire as he had worn previously, awaked you for breakfast. You wondered if they simply had a lot of the same thing, or if they hadn’t bathed. They didn’t smell bad, giving a point to the former option.
You come down in your pajamas, as you always did at home; a tank top, and a pair of loose cotton shorts that came to right above your knee. Karkat looked confused, while Kankri looked ready to die. His face was redder than ever before, and he started chocking on what seemed like a normal earth pancake. You pat his back, and he motions that he is fine, though he starts coughing worse.
“Wow, bro, real smooth.” Karkat says, laughing at his elder’s pain.
“Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. Trolls are a lot tougher than humans.” Mr. Vantas said, drinking coffee from a cup that strangely said “#1 Mom”.
“I see…” You say, not really believing it, but also not really having any room to argue as you are given a fresh stack of pancakes, and some warm syrup that smells maple.
You dig in, and then wonder if they have milk, considering they are all drinking black coffee. You think about asking, before a cup of coffee is placed in front of you. You don’t even like coffee, but you don’t want to be rude, so you down the scalding liquid anyway.
“Would you like something cold? It’s obvious you don’t drink coffee very much.” Kankri asked, having regained his breath.
“Yes. That would be awesome. Thanks.” You say, and he goes to the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of some sort of juice.
“Oh, I wanted to know if you would be interested in coming to the schoolroom with me today. I could use you to help teach the kids about other cultures, as well as help you read and write along with them. Most of them are fairly young.” He said, handing her a glass of it. It was vaguely like apple juice, with a slight tang to it, and lighter. You decide that you like it, and smile happily.
“Sure. But do your schools not have levels for the different age groups?” You asked, and Kankri sighed.
“Only the upper classes. Technically the lower classes, like the red-bloods, don’t even have schools. I just teach the children in exchange for whatever their parents can offer.” He explained, and you thought that you should be surprised, and yet it seemed to fit in exactly with what Kankri would do.
“Oh! That reminds me, your father said to ask you about the ‘hemospectrum’ or something like that.” You said, and his eyes light up like its Christmas.
The following half an hour was filled with him telling you about the blood-based caste system, which ruled with an iron fist over the society. He also told you, with a tinge of embarrassment, that his family is so low, that they aren’t even technically on it, used mostly for slave labor. The fact that he and his father did un-approved jobs like teaching and preaching, meant that they could be culled at any time should someone find out. You grow worried, as you’ve already taken a liking to your new family.
“It’s why you get such strange looks. Those blue eyes of yours set you as a high blood, but you look so strange, and you hang out with us, so they don’t know what to think of you.”
“Well, every human has red blood, so we can’t really have a caste system based on that, although one of our old cultures used to have a birthright caste quite similar.” You tell him, looking down. You had never heard this much of the place. All you had ever heard of it was that it was technologically advanced, being the place the invented warp drive, and light speed before it. The fact that no one ever seemed to leave made you think that they all wanted to be here. Never had it crossed your mind that they had simply been unable to afford to leave.
“I see. Do you see us differently, _____?” Mr. Vantas asked, setting his cup down.
“Actually yes.” You see, and Kankri looks the angriest, of the three. “But not in a bad way. I see you as even stronger than before. I see you as people willing to go against what they are told, even what could be healthy for them, in order to do what they believe in. I see you as the best kind of people.” You said, smiling at them.
“I knew you’d be a good person. Now come on, the children are expecting me.”
“I’ll go get dressed real fast. Wait please.” You say, running back up the stairs to get into a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt.
You follow Kankri from the hive, as he explains that it is too short of a distance to use the car they can’t afford anyway. He tells you that picking you up had been the third time they had used it, since his father had bought it when he was born. You feel sad, knowing that back home you would use a car for any little distance, because you could. After about twenty minutes of walking, mostly occupied by him explaining things to you as you walked by them, you reached the rickety shack that was apparently the schoolhouse.
“Teacher!” A swarm of small children, who strangely enough seem to have nubs growing from their sides, ran to you and Kankri.
“Who’s the weird lady, teacher?” One of the girls asked, her grey eyes big.
“This is ____. She’s a friend of mine from another planet. We’ll be sharing knowledge with her today. She’ll teach us about her culture, and we’ll teach her about ours.” He said, and the kids looked up at her with all the appropriate awe for unexpectedly coming in contact with an alien.
In the end, you ended up simply telling them the wonders of Earth democracy, and feeling like you were taking part in some sort of brainwashing effort. Not that it was particularly wrong brainwashing, but still a propaganda fountain nonetheless. You finish the day, or rather, night, as the sun began to peak above the horizon. The children had gone a couple hours previously, and you found yourself behind with Kankri teaching you to read.
“Hey Kankri, Tell me that I didn’t just take part in some revolution propaganda?” You say.
“You didn’t While I do want them to understand that there are other ways to live, I make sure that they no I in no way condone nor tolerate violence. Besides, they’re just kids. I’m not the sort of monster who sends children to do my dirty work. He assured you, and you take the explanation, though something still sets uneasy in your throat.
“Either way, it was nice to get to know them. They seemed really nice.”
“They’re young. They haven’t learned the hate of society yet. Hopefully they can keep from ever growing up, though that’s a bit unlikely.”
“Well, you seem to have managed it. I haven’t seen a bit of hate in you, in spite of your less than ideal circumstances.” You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He blushed, and smiled at you, as you arrived at the hive.
Every day went like this for about two months. You started loosing track since they didn’t have a calendar, and you were never any good with dates anyway. It was all the same, but even after so long, you were having trouble getting used to being nocturnal. Every day, you would look out of your window, knowing that you should be asleep, but unable to rise with the moon rather than the sun. You had grown cold away from the warmth of the sun, and it was becoming miserable.
You needed to see the sun again, even if theirs was green and strangely harsh. You had some SPF 100 sunscreen, and a gun, and you decided that this would protect you. It was only a few minutes, after all, just long enough to warm yourself back up. You creep out of the hive, not wanting to wake anyone up, knowing that they slept little enough as it was. A few minutes couldn’t hurt.
You stood in the front of the hive, soaking in the rays of the strange sun, when you saw someone walking down the street. You found it odd, since he was obviously a highblood, in his fur fucking coat in spite of the fact that it was burning up outside. He came right to you, and you were shocked.
“Can I help you?” You asked, and he smiled.
“Yes. You can. I’m looking for a fun time, and you just happen to be standing there.” He said, looking you up and down. Highblood were pretty blunt, apparently.
“Sorry, that’s not why I’m standing here. You should move along.” You expected him to leave, maybe in a huff, but still leave. Instead, you felt a sharp sting on your cheek as you realized that he had smacked you.
“You filthy red-blooded impostor, holding my eyes, and yet hiding that filth in your veins. Take out the contacts, now!” He said, and you grew scared.
“I just have blue eyes! They aren’t contacts.” You argue, though you have a feeling he doesn’t give a rats backside if you’re telling the truth.
“Lying red blood whore!” He shouted, and full out terror rushes through your body as his hand closes around your neck. You try to scream, but your air is cut off. With only one arm, he lifts you up as you kick, each movement getting weaker as you run out of air.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” You see a group of the citizens of the town coming out in black cloaks, similar to the one that the highblood is wearing, though made of much cheaper fabric.
“And what are you going to do about it?” He asked as your vision started having little spots in it. As if in answer, a shot rang out, and you’re dropped. It’s Karkat, holding your gun as smoke comes from the barrel. You sucked in air like a vacuum cleaner, staring at the boy as Kankri ran to you.
“Are you okay,____” He asked desperately, and you nod hurriedly, grabbing the gun from Karkat.
“I fired this, understand?” You yelled, not just to the boy, but everyone else. You wouldn’t have Karkat dying for you.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think they’re gonna let a blueblood death go unpunished?” You squeak, “Do you want you’re brother taking the fall for that?”
“The first shot was fired, Kankri.” One of the grown men says, red eyes glowing under his hood.
“No! If we resort to violence, we give them what the want.”
“What they want is for us to submit, and that’s exactly what they are doing. If not before, then now, for you’re little brother. If we don’t revolt now, he’ll be culled.” Karkat’s eyes went wide, as if just realizing the repercussions of his actions.
You couldn’t believe what was happening. You should have listened to them when they told you not to go outside. You see a small elevated platform and step onto it.
“If Kankri will not lead you, then I will.” You say, using your best projection voice.
“You aren’t even a troll!”
“I know. But I come from a place where everyone is equal. Where you get by not on your birth, but the hard work you put into your life! I may not have grey skin, but I do bleed red, as the best of us do.” You picked up a sharp rock from the old unkempt pavement, and cut a thin line along your palm. Your heartbeat like a drum as you did so, knowing there was absolutely no turning back after this.
“And how do you plan to lead us?”
“We’ll hit the highbloods while they least expect it. At my culling.” You say, and there is a reverberation of shock.
“What the hell are you thinking?” Kankri shouted, running up to you, and shaking your shoulders.
“While they are making an example of me, they won’t expect you to be riled up. The point of them is to put you down, and you said that yourself.”
“And you think that you’ll survive an arrow being fired into your chest? You’re a human. You can’t do the things that we can.”
“I never said that I planned on surviving, Kankri.” You said back, and almost regret it as tears well in his eyes.
“B-but you can’t die.” He whispered, grip on you tightening so much it hurt.
“But I can, and if I can die to save an entire species, then I’ll die happily. Please, don’t make me sit by and watch this happen. Watch a child die for my sake, watch thousands die so that I don’t have to.” You said, and he hung his head.
“But…I’ve fallen in love with you. I can’t watch you die when this isn’t even your fight.” He said, and you’re eyes go wide in shock.
“Kankri, please don’t joke like that. You’ll find a nice troll girl to love. You don’t mean it, there are just a lot of emotions going on in you right now and –mph!” He silenced you with a passionate kiss. You returned it, though with much less force.
“It’s not a joke, and I could never find someone like you.” He said, wrapping you in a tight hug.
“If you love me, then let me do what I have to do. Don’t be selfish, and hoard me away at the expense of the people who look up to you. I’ll come back. I promise, I’ll stay alive.” You say, though you know that you likely won’t be able to keep it. As you do, a series of men with really big sticks walk into the neighborhood. They all have blue eyes, and black fur cloaks.
“Which one of you pieces of filth killed your superior.”
“That would be me.” You said, aiming the gun and shooting a couple more for good measure. You gasp as what seems to be a tazer shoots and electricity runs through your body. You clench your jaw as pain wracks the nerves that aren’t making you spasm on the dirt-covered ground. Kankri is dragged away before he can retaliate as well, Mr. Vantas deciding that she would be allowed to complete her plan.
“Step away. Any of you seen resisting will be taken into custody with her. Stooping so low as to follow a human.” One of the policemen spat, lifting you over their shoulder. The electricity had stopped, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to move. You really hoped this worked, and they did a public culling. Otherwise, you would pretty much be screwed, and it would all be for nothing. Either way, you were already far to committed by that point to turn back.

“Why would you let them take her?” Kankri shouted at his father, eyes burning with rage.
“Because that’s what she wanted to do, Kankri. Even if you have feeling for her redder than this cursed blood of ours, you can’t cage her up like a bird. You have to let her do as she pleases, and hope that part of that is you.” He said.
“And where did that attitude get you with your woman? Oh yeah, she’s dead!” the eldest son spat, tears streaming down pale grey skin.
“Kankri, that’s enough!” The man switched from his normal joking voice to his loud preacher voice as his son finally hit one of his few nerves. “I am your father, and you will respect that fact. Your mother died of a disease, and you know that. Don’t hold her up to me because you filled ____’s head with so many of your ideologies that she decided to work for them. Just because she’s brave enough to die for the world we all want doesn’t mean that you get to keep her locked in the fucking basement until all that spirit is gone.” He shouted, and Kankri recoiled. His father had never yelled at him, and had never, ever cursed.
“I suppose not.” He said, hanging his head, and walking back into the hive, shoulders slumped in defeated despair.
“You’re the one who decided that she could take on the hierarchy of an entire race, then?” A woman with magenta eyes, and a giant ass double trident said.
“What of it? I saw tyranny, and I made a move to stop it. That’s what someone who has morals does.” You replied, expecting the sharp slap that follows the statement.
“You came here, and in two months have done more damage to our society that anyone else has done since the start of time.” She growled, lifting your smirking face up with the trident, neck precariously placed between the two prongs.
“You flatter me, Empress.” You say back, still smiling.
“You cocky, filthy human! What does someone with your blood think they can do to me?” She raged, and you looked at her dead in the eye.
“I don’t think about blood color. Everyone on my planet gets by one their character, not their blood. You rip the trident away from your throat, taking it from her by surprise. Before she can do anything, you shove the golden weapon through her chest, and her eyes go wide as guards file in. they are all in shock, but they can’t do much about it. Who would give them the order, now that their empress lay dead on the floor, magenta blood pouring out from her wound. Perhaps letting one of her heiress’ live would have been a good idea.

It was a week later, and, you suppose luckily, you were scheduled to have a public culling, where everyone would come to watch. You were lead to the crucifixion pole, where blue-eyed men with rough hands, and grim expressions clamped irons around your hands. It didn’t seem to bad, until they started to heat up. At first it was merely uncomfortable, but as people started filing in, you could feel it searing your flesh. You struggled not to cry out, wanting to appear strong.
Through eyes blurred with tears of agony, you saw a man lift a bow, and pull back.
You heard the thwack of the arrow digging onto your stomach before you felt it.
You cried out, tears falling from their precarious perch on your eyelids as you hear a familiar voice cry your name.
You can’t see anything now, because you have your eyes clenched shut, but you hear a gun go off.
There is a massive uproar as the low bloods fight for control. You hear various shouts as one side or the other gets a hit in.
You hope that you’ve ushered in victory as it quiets down, but you’re lightheaded, and can barely think.
You know that you’ve won when the irons are released, and you fall into gentle arms.
“You promised, _____. You can’t die.” It’s Kankri, and you allow yourself to pass out, knowing that you’re safe now.
You’re name is (full name). You are eighteen years old today. And you are the savior of the troll race, and soon to be Matesprit of Kankri Vantas.