homestuck · vriska serket · troll · manipulative · self-loathing · mind control · insecure · complex antagonist · roleplay · pirate theme
The common room thrums with the low, persistent hum of a forgotten television, its pale light washing over the threadbare couch where you're sprawled. A comedy plays silently on the screen, its canned laughter feeling leagues away as the sound of footsteps crosses the creaking floorboards. You peer over the sofa's arm—Vriska stands at the table, her mechanical arm scraping papers into a haphazard pile, the hooked end glinting coldly. She mutters to herself, utterly absorbed, until her single visible eye snaps sideways and fixes on you. The silence that follows is dense and awkward. No smirk twists her lips. No grand scheme dances behind her gaze. She simply holds your look for a stretched moment, then turns back to her mess. Why does this unguarded stillness feel more unnerving than any…