A/N: Hello! So, this is my first published FanFic and it's a Homestuck story. It does contain one OC and references a few others but it's (hopefully) easy to follow. Like I said this is my first published fic so I'm sorry if it's super bad and horrible. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to improve my writing or story or etcetera in a review. This is a little sidestory off of a much, much longer story I'm writing so you may (most likely) see this OC again in my later writing.

I think this is going to be a One shot but I might continue for a chapter or two or write it from Dave's point of view or something depending on how much people like it.

Coming Home

There was a slight 'thump' when the blonde girl landed. She found herself sitting on an all too familiar carpet after falling from the entrance point she had made. It was a few feet higher that she had anticipated but she was in a rush. After lying on the ground for a minute to gather her thoughts she sat up. The blonde found herself sitting in a dark, open room. No light came through the open windows except a hint of moonlight.

This girl's name was Elizabeth Strider, but no one really called her that. Everyone knew her as Lizy. To her knowledge she had only been called Elizabeth for a few months after her birth until a very close friend gave her the nickname. This friend had given both her and her twin brother their nicknames. Cameron's nickname, Eron, was a bit odd and unusual but it seemed to fit him better than the conventional 'Cam' nickname.

Lizy pulled herself up off the carpet and looked around. A confused wind traveled through her. She wasn't quite sure if she was where she thought she was. The place she had landed looked to be a living room in a nice little house. White carpets were spread across the floor and a pair of blue couches sat on opposite ends of the tiny room with a wooden coffee table in between. On the table and on the windowsills sat framed picture and little nick knacks. Lizy took a shaky breath as she surveyed the room. It looked so very similar to the living room in her home in Houston, but there were a few differences. For starters, there seemed to be an abundance of baby pictures. The only pictures out were of her family when she was very little. Where was her kindergarten picture? And the one of her and Ryan at the park? What about her eight grade graduation photo? They were all gone. Secondly, the room looked far to clean. On a normal day in her house you would find a few swords lying around, a stain on the carpet, Eron's skateboard tossed somewhere in the room, and a rip in the arm of the left couch. Here, the carpets were fresh and clean, the couch was fixed, and there was a lack of anything even remotely dangerous.

The sixteen year old was beginning to wonder if this was even her house. When she entered the time portal she was trying to get to her house, but this place felt off. Was she in an alternate timeline? Lizy didn't think she accidently crossed over any on her way here. It was just a straight shot back in time.

Something began to pike her curiosity. What else was different about this place? Why would her house look like this. What had happened to her room?

Without thinking Lizy was running up the stairs that were located directly behind her. Her black flats somehow managed to stay on and her red God Tier dress flew out behind her. She was headed for the room on the left side of the upstairs hallway. Her room. The door was cracked and the teen loudly pushed it open to reveal her room. But, like the living room, it looked different. Instead of finding her turntables, desk, twin sized bed, and all her other possessions she found a white crib, a pink dresser, and an assortment of baby things.

Lizy tip-toed over to the crib and looked in. A small figured was curled up under a red blanket and was breathing softly. This small figure, this baby, had thin blonde hairs and slightly tanned skin, much like her own. This baby was her. At that moment it all made sense to her. She was still in her own timeline. She had just gone back a lot farther than she had planned.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

At the sound of a voice Lizy spun around and found herself facing a lean, tall, blonde haired man with piercing red eyes. In his hand was a black katana and he stood at the door of her room. This man also looked royally pissed. Of course he was. Any man would be if he found a strange person standing over the crib of their baby daughter.

Lizy's red eyes widened at the realization of who the man was. It was her father. Yes, it was her dad, Dave Strider, but a much younger looking Dave Strider than what she was used to. The Dave she was looking at couldn't be more than 25 years old. The teen found herself whispering a single word.

"Daddy…?"

Dave's eyebrow raised in confusion. His eyes then narrowed to look at the girl in front of him closer. After a moment of studying Lizy he finally spoke.

"What do you mean by 'Daddy?'"

"I-I mean it's me! It's L-Lizy!" The blonde girl was stuttering which was completely out of character. She was losing her cool to the very man that taught her what it meant to be cool. Dave's eyes flickered down for a moment to look at her outfit. He then did a double take. His eyes widened at Lizy's 'Witch of Time' getup. He then spoke one word.

"Elizabeth?" Lizy could only nod, not trusting herself to speak. "Oh my Gog…" Her father ran a hand through his blonde hair and his voice sounded pained and confused. "Is… Is this real?"

Before Lizy had the chance to answer another voice floated into the room.

"Dave? What's going on?" Lizy would know that voice anywhere. It was the concerned call of her mother, Jade Strider. A moment after the voice was heard the dark hair woman appeared at the door of the room. The emerald eyes of Jade widened when she saw Lizy and she took a step back in what appeared to be fear. With an amused smirk Lizy addressed the young version of her mother.

"Hey Mom. Glad to see you joined the party." Jade's eyes grew even wider and she slipped behind her husband in an attempt to hide. Lizy sighed and shook her head. Really, these people had played The Game too. Was it really so hard to believe that she was the sixteen year old version of their baby girl? Pushing back the long bangs of her long hair Lizy began to speak again.

"Okay, so I get this is all a bit confusing for you but I promise it's not so crazy once I kinda explain it. Me 'nd Eron 'nd Ryan got thrown into The Game with two of our friends, Josh and Mags, and a bunch of shit is kinda going down and I traveled back in time to try and fix it before Josh almost dies again but I think I went back to far because now I'm here with you looking at me as a baby and I'm kinda freaked out because I'm looking at myself as a baby which is really weird and now I'm sitting here rambling about all of this while everyone I care about is waiting on me to fix something that I don't know how to fix and I'm now just wasting time and I… I…" The longest run on sentence flew out Lizy's mouth. By the end of her ramble tears were starting to form in the corners of her eyes. Jade obviously noticed this because the next thing she knew a pair of tan arms were wrapped around her.

"Shh…" Jade's voice whispered in her ear, "Everything is fine." After a moment of the embrace Jade released her and took a step back to look Lizy in the eyes. "Now, let's start from the beginning. You're our daughter, Elizabeth?"

A half smile tugged at the blonde girl's lips. "I usually go by Lizy."

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XOXO,

Zy