A/N: Hi, not really much to say. I apologize in advance if I couldn't capture the irony of the mighty Dave. This is in Canada, mostly cause Canada is cool. Just saying. Anyway, I own none of the characters, they belong to Hussie, I do own the story idea.

Dave walked around the streets of New York City, he had on a brown leather coat, his signature broken record t-shirt and shades, a pair of black jeans, and black converse. He was on his way to the train station. He decided to move to Canada where his sister Rose was. Recently he quit his job and had been dumped by his girlfriend, and he now needed a change of scenery. He started feeling the chill of the air around him, so he sat at the bus stop, waiting for a few minutes. He pulled out his phone, and started texting Rose.

turntechGodhead began pestering tentacleTherapist

TG: hey rose

TT: Hello brother.

TT: Do you need me to come pick you up from the station?

TG: no

TG: i havent even gotten to the one here

TT: Dave.

TT: You need to stop procrastinating on everything.

Dave stop for a minute to get on the bus, he paid the fare and went to the back.

TG: you say that every time

TG: when have i listened

TT: Hopefully you will when you arrive.

TT: What are your skills?

TT: This way, while you are on the train I can write your resume.

TG: djing and music

TT: …

TT: Is that it?

TG: yea so

Dave ignored the next few messages about how he should have a wider range of skills by getting off the bus at the station. He paid for a one way ticket to Ottawa, Canada; why his sister had to live in the freezing cold of the North he would never understand. He waited for the train inside; he bought himself a coffee and sat on a bench and checked to see if Rose was done ranting at him. Thankfully she was.

TT: Dave, are you there?

TG: yea

TG: why wouldnt i be

TT: You were not retorting some of the things I said.

TG: oh sorry

TG: was busy getting a ticket for the train ride

TT: Well, I will write your resume no matter how short it might be.

TG: ok

TG: thanks again rose for letting me stay with you

TT: No problem, anything for family.

tentacleTherapist ceased pestering turntechGodhead

Dave took a sip of the hot coffee, and waited for the train. He sat there for fifteen minutes before his train finally pulled into the station. He got up, throwing the remains of his coffee in the trash, and went to the car his ticket specified. He took a seat next to the window, and waited until everyone that needed to get on, got on. He was unaware someone had occupied the seat next to him, until they taped his shoulder.

He had a, as Dave would put it, derpy grin; they also had on a blue hoodie a few sizes too big, a pair blue joggers, white converse, and glasses. He extended his hand "My name is John, John Egbert." He said smiling some more at his name.

Dave shook his hand "Dave Strider." he said, and turned to look out the window.

"Nice to meet you. Hey, where are you getting off?" John said, looking through his backpack.

"Ottawa, Canada." Dave said starting to regret even talking to him.

"Same here!" John said rather excitedly. Great several hours of this fucker talking my ear off. Dave thought, he started drifting asleep hearing John talking about something he didn't care about. The ticket man came by to make sure everyone was in the correct car. Dave quickly handed him the ticket, which was return to him punch with a hole. Just a few more hours, and I will be home again. As long I don't fuck up and get off at the wrong stop, or kill this guy. He thought, ignoring John giggling at his phone. The train pulled away from the station, and Dave started to fall asleep.