Heart Strings from the Medium (karkat x reader)

You watched as the totem generated a cocoon. What were you supposed to do with a cocoon? Your phone buzzed again

???: 'hurry damn it!'

You: 'But. What am I supposed to do with a cocoon?'

???: 'oh my god. use common sense. a cocoon is the midway point that morphs one thing into another. think of butterflies. they start as caterpillars, create a cocoon and turn into butterflies'

You: 'But it takes time which I don't have!'

???: 'you'll just have to hold it out. also. you should probably turn around'

You were interrupted by a crash from behind you. A weird black creature with angelic wings hissed at you. You had no weapon to fight it so you captchalogued the cocoon and ran inside. Your house was infested with these creatures.

John: '(Y/N)!'

You: 'I'm busy!'

John: 'Just equip a strife specibi!'

You: 'What?'

John: 'A weapon that you will use to fight. You have two cards, right? Equip something, now!'

You ran upstairs, away from the creatures, and locked yourself in the attic. You found yourself locked in a dark room with no exits. Great. Remembering that there one was a light bulb here, you looked for the switch. As you flicked it on, a metallic object drown away behind a mirror caught your eye. You walked over to it and pulled it out to reveal a metal suitcase. It looked like something your dad had. Wait. Where was your dad in all of this?

You had no time to think about it when one of those black creatures crashed through the ceiling. You gasped as it approached you. What was it that John said? Equip a strife specibi? You unlocked the suitcase and grabbed the first thing inside, equipping it.

Your strife specibus was now set to... The gun kind? Why would your father have a gun in the first place? You shook your head and shot at the thing, killing it with one bullet. Grist spilled everywhere, or at least that's what John told you it was called. Speaking of john, your phone buzzed again.

John: 'good job (y/n)!'

You: 'Yeah thanks now would you mind telling me just what the hell that thing was?'

John: 'oh um, right. That thing is called an imp and they will pop up throughout the game. They drop grist though which you can use to alchemize. Speaking of alchemizing, you should do that'

You thought about it as the grist was placed into your grist bank. You did need to upgrade your weapon. This wasn't gonna last long. You captchalogued your father's suitcase and made your way to the basement. The living room was infested with imps and it took you some time to get rid of them all. Just as you reached the alchemizer machine, your phone buzzed once again.

???: 'Good work chap. Now upgrade your weapon and keep the cocoon safe. It should hatch soon'

You: 'um, thanks. But do you mind telling me how this machine works?'

???: 'Oh yes. Well. Just turn it on with that button over there and place the objects you want to alchemize on the platform. Once that is done, the needed amount of grist will be taken from your grist bank and your new object will be created. Simple'

You decided to alchemize your gun with a pistol you found laying around on the floor some time ago. It was broken anyways but some good might come out of it. The grist was withdrawn from your bank as a double pistol was created. No ammo. Of fuckin course. You took the suitcase out of your inventory and took the ammo, placing the suitcase back into your deck.

You spent some more time alchemizing some shit before you were finally done. You had mixed your headband with your phone to create a portable device which didn't take up space in your pockets. You also alchemized a new outfit which suited you rather nicely.

You were finally ready to get shit started. And just in time as the cocoon hatched