== Dave: Be the cool kid, have a mental breakdown.
You are now Dave Strider and had you not been in the middle of a mental breakdown, that ironic oxymoron would have made your day. Unfortunately, you were. So the pure coolness of the statement fell on deaf ears.
But don't get the wrong idea. You weren't usually like this. To put it simply, you were actually pretty awesome. But your face was tired of constantly staying emotionless, and your eyes were tired of looking through your sunglasses in the dim twilight, and overall you weren't feeling that hot at the moment.
Which, of course, made this this perfect place to relax for a bit. You were currently kneeling along the edge of a shallow pond, the wind ruffling your blond-white hair as you gazed at your reflection below. You'd removed your shades (after making sure no one was around of course) and you could see your bright red irises staring back at you. The whole spot was in a secluded part of the forest by your new house, surrounded by the swooping branches of several weeping willows. It wasn't exactly ironic or cool, but it gave you a few minutes peace when you needed it.
You'd found this place by accident. Right after he'd been forced to move in with your drunken aunt and weird cousin. You'd ran off into the woods to escape; praying to find your Bro, hoping to God the loser would pop out of nowhere and laugh at you, joking about how you had been gullible enough to fall for the shit story they'd fed you. That he hadn't gone missing at all and you were still his easily-deceived-kid-brother and you could go home together-
"Hey cool kid, you okay?"
Your train of thought broke as a voice echoed over the empty pond. You immediately straightened up, quickly wiping away the tears that had been forming in your eyes. You looked around the clearing, praying the voice wasn't a kid from school or worse; your cousin. But it was empty, and silent for that matter. You began to rub your temples.
"I really must be losing it. Maybe I should have taken Rose up on that offer for a therapy session..." You grumbled, now feeling a headache coming on.
"You sure you're okay?" The voice called again.
"Yep. Absolutely peachy, my dear imaginary voice. You know I just might want to throw a party in the current state I'm in."
The voice didn't answer for a minute, and then started cackling. You felt yourself grimace at the sharp sound.
"You want me to make it better?"
"Be my guest." You reply, still massaging your forehead in attempt to get rid of the voice.
"Look down at the water." The voice said seriously.
You were surprised at the commanding tone the voice had taken, and slowly, albeit a bit hesitantly, looked down at your reflection again. Two red orbs glowed just below the surface, moving upward a leisurely speed.
"What the hell?"
The space beneath the glowing lights opened to reveal a wide mouth lined with a perfect row of sharp teeth set in a psychotic looking smile. The pond water started swirling around, creating whirlpools around whatever owned the toothy grin. You felt the sudden instinct to get off your ass and move, but the red orbs that you now assumed were eyes locked you in place. Fear crept over you as the voice simply cackled.
"It's okay! Everything will get better, you'll see!" It said in a sing song voice.
Jets of water shot out of the pool, wrapping around your neck and torso, pulling you into the pond. Your body plunged into the cold water, but whatever was grabbing you refused to loosen its grip. The watery face was back in front of you now, its eyes still illuminating the deep with their soft red light. You felt captivated by them again, and your struggling weakened with his thinning lungs. Then without warning the mouth of the monster pushed itself onto your lips, locking you into a passionate kiss and stealing what little air you'd retained in your lungs. The being broke apart from you and smiled with upmost joy. You felt fuzzy blackness seeping around your vision. The creature frowned at you, but you simply struggled to reach the surface again; your want for air overwhelming the rest of your senses. But you were held against your will firmly, and with final bubbles of air escaping from your mouth, you sank from confusion into darkness.
== Terezi: Be the hero, save the cool-kid-in-distress.
You are now Terezi Pyrope and currently lifting a body onto the bank of the pond, a frown now plastered on your face. The task wasn't going very well due to your blind state, but you were trying.
Stupid fragile humans; you'd only been having a little fun. He'd smelled really good too! And he'd looked like for a second there he'd actually enjoyed the kiss! Plus if the kid had kept kissing you, you could have turned him into a fish or something. The thought made you smile. But now he was probably dead, the moron. Well at least he looked dead. You hoped not. A dead person was definitely not as cool as a live person or a fish. Particularly the latter. Stupid kid going and being all dead and stuff.
You felt the need to help him though; after all you did probably almost drown him. You closed your red eyes and concentrated on the boy, sensing the water in him. You managed to locate his lungs and slowly emptied them, streaming the water from his mouth. Not exactly water powers at their finest, but it got the job done. When you were finished, the boy continued to lay there unmoving. You made your way over to him, careful to keep your bottom half in the water, and poked his pale pink flesh.
"Hey." You said, poking his arm again.
"Hey kid." Poke.
"Heyhey. You okay?" Poke. Poke.
Pokepokepokepokepokepokepoke.
"Heyheyheyheyheyheyhey-"
"OHMYGODSHUTUPANDSTOPPOKINGME" The cool kid sputtered out, coming to life before you.
You sensed that his eyes were still closed, but you heard his chest rise and fall with haphazard movements. He sat up and coughed a few times, water you'd been unable to remove flying out of his mouth. He wiped it away and turned to face you, his eyelids revealing his very angry cherry red irises. Boy did those smell delicious. You wondered if his blood was that color too...
"What happened?"
The question came emotionless. His sudden burst of anger melting back into his stoic personality. You didn't really know how to respond.
"You almost drowned, human boy."
He shook his head and you felt him glaring into your blind eyes.
"You're the creature that dragged me into the pond." He said with just a hint of anger.
You mouth burst into its usual wide sneer.
"Yep, that's me! Honestly you should be more careful; most of us wouldn't have bothered reviving you."
You sensed his confidence falter.
"...What are you."
"Nixie, Naiad, Water-Spirit, Watertroll, Mermaid, whatever the hell you wanna call me. I prefer Terezi though, if you're curious."
"Terezi...?"
"My name, silly. Terezi Pyrope at your service."
"..."
"Would you mind if I asked what yours is?"
"...Dave…Strider."
You giggled again, making him flinch.
"Well Dave! Welcome back to life! And sorry about earlier, I wasn't expecting a human. Your scent really deceives."
He simply stared at you. What an awkward kid.
== Dave: Collect your wits and handle this like a civilized person.
Nope. Not gonna happen.
You'd contemplated briefly on whether or not this was a dream. Obviously the creature in front of you was not human, but the one-sided poke war you'd just received seemed to prove this was reality. You'd managed to keep your cool so far, but the situation was quickly setting in. After all, you'd just been almost-drowned/saved by some sort of... Mermaid. But this chick wasn't some derpy red-headed mute from your average Disney movie. Now that she was out of the water and not trying to kill you, you saw her appearance was still pretty damn creepy. Her red eyes illuminated her face, casting a weird shadow on her pale grey skin. Her raven black hair went down to her shoulders, with two cone-shaped horns poking out from the top of it. She was wearing some sort of dress that seemed to blend in with the surrounding plant life, and below her waist was a silvery tail with thousands of glittering scales. You didn't even know what to say.
"Helllloooo? Earth to Dave? Don't tell be you suffered a mild case of serious brain damage when I tried to drown you. You weren't almost-dead for that long..."
"W-what the hell is going on here?" You stuttered out.
Anxiety seeped into you.
"I'm talking to you…?
"But you're not supposed to exist!" You yelled at her.
"I'm currently existing if you're still a bit confused." She replied, seeming a bit annoyed.
"No! You're just a figment of my imagination! From story books! Ohmygodwhatsgoingon. Am I dead? Did you kill me? Or am I just insane? Yeah... That's probably it. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod."
"Whoa there cool kid. It's okay. Wow, it's a miracle I ever mistook you for something other than human. But it's alright! You're okay now, see?"
You shook your head.
"You're a myth."
"Dude. I'm right in front of you."
"I don't care."
You watched her inhuman face frown again.
"Come closer."
"Nope. Not gonna happen."
"Fine I'll come to you."
She lifted herself out of the water, and you watched in horror as her tale faded into legs. Her skin tone paled into a pearly white and her horns retracted into her head. She looked like a ghost. Almost human, but you could definitely tell something was off. She walked over a little unsteadily, and kneeled down next to you. You stared warily at her.
"Do you trust me?"
"Do I look like I'm in a situation to trust you?"
She laughed.
"Not really. But if you keep denying the existence of magical creatures you're gonna kill a belief-fairy or something."
"Let them all die."
"Dave! That's a horrible thing to say. Especially because I'm related to them." She huffed.
"What the fuck is happening right now."
"Me trying to prove that I exist?"
"Yep, still not sinking in."
She pouted and leaned closer to you.
"Why won't you believe me Dave?" She whined before connecting her lips against yours again.
You were taken by surprise of course. This chick was officially insane. Or had some sort of kissing obsession. But this kiss was different from the last one you'd received from her. It was softer, sweeter, and mixed in with the fact you didn't have to struggle for air underwater; overall better. It felt like a normal kiss (not that you'd really had many of those) and your heart started beating quicker as you began to kiss her back.
You've really lost it now Dave. Why're making out with something that doesn't exist. Oh yeah, and you're officially uncool now. And probably need to see a psychiatrist. But it feels so good to kiss her and obviously she must be real or you've really just lost your mind-
"My Gog you taste delicious. I almost can't get over it." She laughed, pulling away from him.
"So Mr. Coolkid, you believe me now?"
"...Y-yeah... I mean no… I mean… I just don't know…" You said sheepishly, a bit disoriented.
She suddenly went rigid though.
Her head darted around, and her nose started sniffing franticly. You were about to ask what was wrong, but in a flash she was back to her pond, and dived in to the murky depths with barely a sound.
"There you are Dave! We've been looking everywhere for you. The one night she's sober and you run off and leave. Come on, it's almost dark."
You blinked a few times at the water before looking back at your cousin. Rose had an impatient look on her face, a look you'd learned quickly not to mess with. You managed to stand up and walk towards her.
"Hey! You're all wet! What did you do, fall in?"
"Something like that."
"You're very strange kid, Dave Strider." Rose said before turning to walk back towards her house.
All you could do was groan in a mix of frustration and confusion.
"She's right you know!" A voice giggled in your ear.
But when you looked back the clearing was deserted.
A/N: New multi-chapter story for one of my favorite pairings. Read and Review, but most of all, enjoy!