A/N: A story about an OC of mine in Homestuck. She wasn't really a sprite at first, but anyway this short story will tell you more about her anyway. I don't think she is really my OC but I just rolled with it. This was also based in somewhat an RP with a Karkat admin, she's really nice! :D

And above is my sketch of the sprite! It totally sucks! XD

Dedicated to Admin Beth~

Enjoy~

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Not long ago you and your friends didn't get to watch your home planet blown into bits by the asteroids as you were entering the game session. But now you get to see your game session destroyed and your friends are dead and no hope of reviving. And this is all your fault.

Your name is Mary. You don't have a last name. There was no point of having a last name when your family was wiped out. Once again, this was all your fault. You were not a leader, you always weren't. Even in times of need and responsibility, you somehow managed to fucking screw up and get one or many party members killed.

The worse thing that happened to you after when they die and they have one last thing to say. They would all say to your crying face. "This isn't your fault."

Tears continued streaming down your face, your black hair blowing with the wind of the bombs and ashes and smoke, your glasses only providing shield to these elements, you tighten the scarf that your best friend gave you in the game session as you continued crying there, your other free hand tightening around the battle axe.

"None of this would've ever happened if I wasn't the leader, Paul would've done it. But he's dead, everyone is dead."

Another bomb explodes and this was a big one, you were too close to it, the explosion spreads and you close your eyes. "I'll meet you guys...or maybe not..."

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You open your eyes again. You embraced the heavenly white glow that surrounds you, you suddenly felt safe and warm. Your name is Mary and you are now dead.

You look down to yourself, you were still wearing your purple scarf and the dog tag was safely tugged under. You were okay, as long as you have your treasures. You are now in a dream bubble.

And this isn't a pleasant memory at all.

You see yourself as a young girl in her young toddler days, you were crying in front of the whole classroom and you watched yourself running to the back and continued crying there.

Oh gog, you hated this memory. You don't want to remember how you first suck as a leader. You let your whole group down. Your kneels shook and you gave up to the ground, you joined your sobbing self in the gloom, you cried with her sharing the same thoughts.

You decided that this was your punishment. Your friends don't want to see you even if you want to you can't meet that that easily. So basically until you found them...or not..you're stuck in your dream bubbles of a failure.

You snapped out of your own memory and walked down another dream bubble, tears streaming down from your glowing white pupil-less eyes.

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You were once again stuck in another of your dream bubbles that made you cry again, the bubble was empty, since you remembered that you were dead. You walked to a corner and hugged yourself, feeling the warmth of your semi-wet with tears scarf and cried again.

This was both torture and an eternal punishment.

Sometimes you were glad that you took this as something you can embrace and hurt yourself for the crimes you dispersed.

Suddenly a warm light appears above you, you slowly look up and the light slowly engulfs you.

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Your name is Mary and you are now stuck in a troll's brain...or thinkpan they call it now. You've met this troll a few times but so far you counted three times because you were bored. You met him when he was a lonely grub, you just stood there and smiled softly, wondering if you were good with children or not.

The next time was when he was a few sweeps older now, he kept his secret about his mutation blood and was alone. You wanted to talk to him, you really want to but you merely disappeared back into the particles of his thinkpan, frowning if that was the best thing you've done or not.

The last and very recent time was when he was sulking about his leadership. This day was after he done his job in the game session, now helping out with the new players and now in an asteroid going to the new session.

All your life in his thinkpan, you always admired him as a brilliant leader, he demanded respect, just like you did when you were still human.

Without thinking 80% straight because the 20% was for the lecture about leadership you are about to argue, you appear beside him and explained him about him being a good leader.

He insisted that he wasn't, yelling at you like he always does. You flinch at him but you have to get used to him. You both continued this argument of some sort, until you gave up.

You just realized that you yourself are not a great leader. So what was the point of staying at tell him meaningless words. You joked at him that you were just imaginary and wanting to disappear in shame and was about to abscond when he was not believing that you were imaginary.

You suddenly declared yourself imaginary.

Deciding to play along, you told him that you can make anything appear if you wish. And you actually have these kinds of powers as you made a horn pile appear over him and a magical unicorn.

He was tired and wanted to sleep.

You wanted to give him the satisfaction. But he once again insisted that he was having a wonderful daydream and hops on the magical unicorn. He brings you along and you guys traveled into dream bubbles, these were the dream bubbles you wanted to go in...they were beautiful.

You name is Mary.

Or specifically Imaginary friend Mary.

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Your troll friend's name is Karkat Vantas, he was a nice guy. But he was dubbed slightly insane because he was hanging out with an invisible friend, which is you . You hoped you weren't ruining his life as it is but he just shook it off.

As a friend once again, you made sure you weren't a burden this time...EXTRA CAREFUL. You can be a little carried away sometimes.

You just have seen an actual real moment of Karkat's friend, Dave Strider and the troll himself in a very inappropriate position.

You basically dubbed Dave as a Cool Kid Charmer as the blonde leans in too close to Karkat's face who was easily flustered and confused as hell.

"DON'T YOU DARE DROP ME STRIDER!" He was yelling.

Dave was being a douchebag and did drop him, you were just in time to save Karkat's back and ass with a pillow.

You wished Shii would see th—

Oh.

You shook off the memory and smiled down at Karkat. "Glad I caught you huh~?"

"YEAH THANKS." He yells at you and leaves Dave there confused.

You were smiling at this, sometimes being invisible wasn't so bad. You decided to help out Karkat in the situation, replying to the question: "WHAT'S THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT GUY?"

You gave him hints about Dave being gay as a friend should and ended up being something that you didn't expect to be.

He insisted you becoming his sprite.

You were dragged to the kernal sprite maker and threw you down there along with a dead rainbow unicorn that you get to decide by the troll. In fact you embraced this new form of yours.

You are now bright purple colored, your scarf trailing behind you, your hair rainbow but with specks of your natural black, a unicorn horn proudly stand on your forehead, separating your side bangs.

Your name is ImaginaryMarySprite and now you are a sprite.

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You are currently having some time alone away from your best friend troll and sitting down near the dark parts of the asteroid, Gamzee can't and won't kill you because you are both imaginary and a sprite, basically you are invisible to him.

You and Karkat were having a noraml conversation about privacy of each other's thinkpans, you didn't really wonder much in Karkat's when you were still fully an imaginary person, you thought it was wrong. The troll insists that it was supposed to be fun but you shook you head in disapproval.

In return, he won't go through your head through various ways, or by Vriska if she does know how to do that kind of thing.

It was fair, you don't want him seeing any of your memories. You don't want him to know anything...not that you really care, you just don't want to.

Your thoughts are all mixed up.

Your thoughts suddenly wonder to your friends, you can't sleep anymore, you don't know why.

You wonder if they're still alive...Lord English might have wiped most parts of the dream bubble realm down. You hoped they're still alive, they don't deserve to be double killed.

Tears streamed down your face as a certain thought ran through your thinkpan, maybe they've forgotten about you? It was possible.

After all, you are now imaginary.

A figment of one's imagination.

THE END.