Ideas, ideas, ideas. I was reading a Sufferer x Dave story the other day. The concept is…interesting to say the least. However, the details fall extremely short. It's a shame, really. I think this new pairing is something I would like, and I do. I might as well work on it. I don't know if this is AU or not…Maybe?
In this story, Dave accidently travels in time using those turn tables of his (I forgot what they were called). Apparently, his normal tables were replaced with the time traveling ones, as a way to get revenge from Karkat. Then he meets the Sufferer.
-I hate long descriptions-
"…I can't think of any raps."
I, Dave Strider, the most ironic kid on this motherfucking meteor, couldn't think of any raps. Eh, it happened. Inspiration flowed like a river, and sometimes it stopped. At least that's what Rose told me. I couldn't care less. I could wait. In the meantime, he looked back in his notebook for some older ones. As I flipped through the pages, I quickly noticed a good one that was old.
"Sweet."
I adjusted his shades as he made his way to a mini turntable he made. Karkat said it was a stupid idea, but it helped time pass by quicker, I guessed. I suddenly remembered John saying something about being careful about something. I didn't really know why this came into mind, but oh well.
I placed the book on top of one of the records, and began spinning another. It was going well until a little "accident" happened.
-Scene Change-
I could not believe what happened. My table had been replaced with the time traveling ones, and I had no idea where I was, or how far back. The only clue I had was a barren wasteland, similar to Alternia. Hell, it might as well be Alternia. I walked for hours on end, trying to find anything. It was near dawn when I arrived, I think. It was evening when I had reached a certain point. I noticed a campsite not too far from where I was standing. Perfect.
-Scene change, Pov change to Signless-
It had been a long day, and the incident at a nearby village did not help my mood. I was whittling away, trying to make a figure of the Disciple. It was difficult seeing as I had a dull blade. The Disciple was currently explaining something about romance, I believed, to my mother. While she was interested to hear what she had to say, the Psionic was completely bored out of his mind. I chuckled. He was never liked the topic of romance.
"Hello?"
The voice sounded like a young male. The Disciple was the first to take to action, but I told her to stay. It was best I dealt with it. We did not know who or what this person was, and she could end up unintentionally hurting them. I quietly behind a rock and observed from there. The young male wasn't that far away from us.
He looked…strange, to say the least. He wasn't a troll, because he had pinkish skin, no horns, and yellow hair. He looked like a human… I had only come across humans once before, and those were in dream bubbles. The only one I met was different from this one. I remember he had black hair and blue eyes. With this one, I couldn't see the eyes at all. They were covered by some short of eyewear?
"Is anyone here?"
His clothes were also strange, meaning he could have come from a different time. The human looked quite tired, as though he had walked on for days. Something deep down inside me was screaming to help; the other said no. For all I know, he could be dangerous. However, the boy didn't look armed. Against, my better judgment, I slowly walked toward the boy.
"..!"
The boy started to back away in fear. He was just as unsure of me as I was of him. Again, against my better judgment, I put my hood down. Perhaps if I showed my face, he would calm down. He stopped, but did not move. Did my face remind of someone?
"…Are you Karkat?"
I wasn't sure who this Karkat person was, but it seemed I reminded the human of that person. I shook my head no. He looked disappointed and started to walk away. Even if I couldn't completely trust him, I wouldn't leave him to die.
"Wait! You can stay with me."
-Scene Change-
"Dave Strider."
"That's a pretty strange name around here, you know!" The Disciple, ever the curious one, was constantly asking the human questions. Dave, as I now knew him, simply shrugged off the questions as if they were nothing. His calm demeanor intrigued me. It also caught the attention of the Psionic, who was listening to the conversation silently.
There were a million questions on my mind, but I did want to know what his eye color was. Those…shades, as he called them, with a bit of light, I should be able to see through them. In the dark of the night, however, there was no way. Were they blue like the other boy's? Or perhaps red like mine, if it was possible.
-Scene change to Dave's Pov-
When I sat down on one of the logs, this cat girl just pounced at me. She reminded me a lot like Nepeta, except the Disciple (that's what I hear them call her) was much older. She kept asking question after question, and I handled it smoothly. I couldn't help that the ladies loved me. It was just another perk of being Dave Strider. The Psionic (I think) was watching me, looking interested in what I had to say. Then Dolorosa, who looked like a grown up Kanaya, was silently chuckling at my answers. They really didn't bother me. The troll that did brother me was the one who looked like Karkat.
He just kept staring at me, with those red blood eyes.
-End of first chapter-
New shipping! (whistles)