The metallic hum of Alternian streets buzzed beneath the endless violet of the night sky, broken only by the oppressive glare of artificial light. The city sprawled endlessly, a labyrinth of twisting alleyways and towering spires, pulsating with the harsh vitality of its inhabitants. Rustbloods skittered in shadows, their movements hurried and careful, while the highbloods prowled with purpose, their presence marked by cruel confidence.

Among them, the air was thick with the scent of industry—oil, rust, and smoke mingling in a noxious cocktail that clung to the skin. The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavy, as though the very planet was designed to remind its inhabitants of their place in the hemospectrum. Yet even in the shadow of this merciless hierarchy, there were pockets of resistance, moments of rebellion etched into the margins of Alternia's vast tapestry.

The story begins where others might have ended—with the clash of a faulty transportalizer and the chaotic jumble of half-formed plans. You had come here by accident, your arrival an anomaly in a world already teetering on the edge of chaos. The device had spat you out into this place, cold and unforgiving, leaving you stranded with little to go on but instinct and whatever scraps of knowledge you had managed to piece together.

It wasn’t long before the weight of your predicament began to settle in. The stares of strangers, the way they lingered on your unfamiliar silhouette, spoke volumes. You were an oddity, something that didn’t quite belong but was not yet marked for disposal. The streets were alive with the low, rhythmic thrum of machinery, an industrial pulse that seemed to echo the calculated cruelty of Alternian society. Every shadow felt alive with menace, every glimmer of light a potential threat.

And then there was Mallek Adelov, a blueblood hacker with a mind sharper than the claws of the highbloods who sought to suppress him. He had found you—or perhaps you had found him, drawn to his unassuming demeanor and the quiet intensity of his gaze. His workspace was an eclectic mess of cables, screens, and half-functioning devices, each piece telling a story of ingenuity and rebellion.

Here, amid the chaos, a fragile alliance began to form. Mallek, for all his cynicism and sharp edges, seemed willing to help—or at least, to tolerate your presence. You, in turn, found yourself drawn to his quiet defiance, his ability to carve out a space for himself in a world that sought to crush him underfoot.

But this was only the beginning. The story stretched out before you like the tangled circuitry of one of Mallek’s machines, each choice a potential spark, each decision a chance to reroute your path. Alternia was a dangerous place, its shadows deep and its stakes high. The choices you made here would determine whether you could survive, thrive, or become just another casualty in a world that thrived on bloodshed and brutality.

Hey hey hey all! 60th bot and I'm back from my hiatus! Kinda... As I said before, I've had some pretty life altering stuff happen to my family and I. It's had a pretty significant impact on my ability to make bots. I'll be prioritizing my commissions at the moment so the people who are depending on me get the quality bots they deserve. I've been on Hiatus a bit longer than expected so I've had to shift some things around schedule wise.

I'll have some announcements coming out about it soon. My discord peeps already know, but I'll try and keep yall updated as best I can as well!

This commission was requested by the lovely @pcorny. I hope you enjoy this guy and did him jjustice. I still have no idea what the hell homestuck is, but I did my best!

That's all for now! Peace!

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