Prologue

Hello, people of the Reality Sphere. If you haven't heard any stories from before, my name is Ruteuf. I'm the Watcher of the Future. I, along with my two friends Sentara and Pascheon, keep the balance of all reality within the Reality Sphere. All things in creation exit in it, so odds are that you've heard of something that has happened in another reality. But I've gone a bit away from why I'm here. It's become our duty to make sure that all the adventures that happen in the Reality Sphere get told and now it's my turn. This story will have three parts because that's how it happened. Anyway, most realities have a version of a webcomic called Homestuck. Little do they know that the reality where that story happened has more to tell. It all started when the Earth in that reality got a visitor quite unexpectedly.

Part One

Earth

Chapter 1

It was Monday morning in a small neighborhood in Jasperton, and it started out as an ordinary Monday morning for Damien Gregson. He woke up, stretched, ran a head through the dark brown mop that was his hair, and started to go about his business. Unfortunately, that business was interrupted by his sister, Jacklyn, almost busting down the door trying to get his attention. "Hey, get it in gear! We've got work to do."

He sighed. "You know, you could give me some time to actually take a shower so I don't scare people away at work."

"Fine, but hurry up. The boss wants us to open today." Damien held in a groan as he shut the bathroom door and started the water. Jacklyn and he had been working at a cafe for the past two years ever since their parents had died, leaving just enough to cover the funeral costs. It wasn't great, but it was a job. Damien covered the cooking, singing along to the radio that the boss let them have in the back much to the entertainment of all the customers, while Jacklyn let her charisma put the customers in a comfortable place. It wasn't much, but it was a job.

"Right, right." Thirty minutes later, they were on their way to the Sit n' Sip. It was a small place where the people could gather and read while they had their morning coffee. As soon as they got inside, Damien fired up the stove and took a big whiff. "Ah, I love the smell of cinnamon in the morning. Hey, Jacklyn, what's the special today?"

Jacklyn took a quick look at the menu the boss had made the night before. "Your favorite; Triple Berry Crepe."

Damien grinned as he went to do the morning prep. Soon, the café was open and customers began filing in. Around lunchtime, the boss showed up. He was a big guy, his muscular figure coming mostly from a military background. He was repeatedly asked how a guy could go from military service to running a café, and he repeatedly said, "It's calming."

Mr. Monroe walked into the building and looked around before nodding and heading behind the counter. "Looking good in here, you two, looking good. How did the morning go?"

"It went pretty well, Mr. Monroe," Jacklyn said. "I think everyone in the neighborhood comes when it's the Triple Berry Crepe special."

"Well, it is Damien's personal specialty," Monroe laughed. "I swear, that kitchen is the only place he smiles since the breakup."

"Shh!" Jacklyn said, with alarm. "Don't let him hear you mention that. I think he's trying to ignore it as much as possible at this point. Not that it helps when everyone in the neighborhood knows." She looked at Damien, humming to himself in front of the stove as he made some mini pancakes. That's when they all heard a ruckus from outside. As they all looked out the window, they saw a flash of dark green and blue run by followed by what looked like an angry mob.

"Boss, I'm going on lunch!" Damien yelled as he pulled off his apron and ran out the back door.

"Damien, don't go getting involved!" Jacklyn yelled after him.

"I don't see why you bothered. That's the way he is. Come on, we better go bail him out in case he gets in over his head.

Meanwhile, Damien had climbed onto the rooftops and was running to get ahead of the mob. He looked down just in time to see the person they were chasing run into an alley that ended in a dead end. He grimaced and started jumping down the fire escape all the way to the bottom just as the first people rounded the corner. "Stay calm. Everything's gonna be all right," he said to the person as he stood and faced the oncoming mob.

The crowd stopped just short when they saw him straighten up. There he was, a skinny guy just a hair shorter than six foot facing a crowd of angry men. The smell of alcohol was strong in the air as they stared at him. "Dude, it's the cook from that café," one of the men said.

"Why don't you go back to your kitchen, boy," one of the guys in front said. "Go act like a woman for a while."

Damien cocked an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be an insult? You have to be drunk to think I'll give in to that." He started to take a step forward only to feel the person behind him pull his shirt. He looked behind him to see a girl sitting there and was surprised at her appearance. What was most obvious was the dark grey color of her skin and the fangs that poked out from behind her upper lip. She sat there almost completely covered by the forest green coat she wore, the blue hat on her head making it look like a cat with candy corn colored ears was on her. Damien didn't see any of this, though. What caught his attention were the olive green eyes that looked up at him with fear that was obviously not for herself. He sighed. "I'll be fine, just stay calm." With that, he turned back around and faced the men. "Now where were we?"

"Listen, kid, I'm gonna give you a chance to just walk away. I mean, your break-up was just a week ago, wasn't it?"

Damien stiffened. "What did you say?" he growled.

"Honestly, I'm not willing to add insult to injury, so just walk away and forget you ever saw that thing," the man slurred.

"Not. Happening," Damien said as he popped his neck.

"Fine," the man said before leading a charge. Damien started running forward and met the charge and the fists started flying. To his credit, Damien didn't let anyone pass him. Any who tried found themselves grabbed by the back of the shirt collar and thrown back into the fray. Soon, some were fighting just for the sake of fighting as the crowd slowly started turning on itself. Eventually, a couple had grabbed Damien by the arms and were holding him as a third threw punches and Damien yelled out in rebellion to the pain.

"All right, that's enough of that!" The fighting stopped as everyone turned to look at Monroe. The two men holding Damien dropped him suddenly and he picked himself up and left the crowd. The girl came up and hovered behind him, looking him over carefully. "Damien, you all right?"

"Never better," Damien muttered as he wiped blood from his nose.

"Then take that girl and get back in the café."

Damien looked like he was about to argue, then looked back at the girl and sighed. "Come on," he said.

"Get back to your business, Monroe. This don't concern you," one of the men said.

"When you're beating on my chef, yeah, it concerns me. Now get back to whatever bar you boys came from and leave them both alone. Get moving, Damien." The big man folded his arms and gave them all a look that said he was willing to get more involved if need be. The men parted as Damien walked through. As soon as he walked around the corner, a hand shot out and smacked the back of his head.

"What the hell were you thinking!?" Jacklyn yelled. Damien didn't say a word and kept walking, the girl trailing close behind. Jacklyn watched him leave, the concern evident on her face.

The rest of the men looked about uncertainly before slowly dispersing. Monroe sighed. "I'm amazed he let himself get hit in that."

"He shouldn't have gotten involved that much," Jacklyn said. "It's only a matter of time before he gets himself killed."

"It's just who he is," Monroe said. "Anyway, who's covering the register?"

"Shit!" Jacklyn ran back to the shop. Monroe chuckled a bit as he shook his head and slowly walked back.

Well, hear it is, my first fan fiction to actually be posted on the internet. This story has been rattling around in my head for a while now, so it feels good to finally be typing it out. I feel I should apologize as it's going to be a long story with some updates longer than others. The concept of the Reality Sphere is one that I use to connect my stories and will eventually be a finished story in and of itself. I don't know if an explanation better than the one Ruteuf gives here is necessary or wanted, but if so, I'll find some way to oblige. I'm really looking forward to the feedback on this!