Hey, CrystallineSnow here, and this may or may not give you feels. Just, be warned, ok? Anyway, this is my depiction of what one of the doomed timelines would have led up to. This is not the real ending to Homestuck. It is a doomed timeline. Enjoy.
Disclaimer:I do not own Homestuck. All characters and such belong to Andrew Hussie.
John Egbert: Look Back
Sometimes, I wonder.
I wonder what my life would have been like if i hadn't played sburb with Jade, Rose, and Dave. I wonder what kinds of choices I would have made.
I look back on these past 4 years and it seems unreal. That four kids playing a game could determine the fate of our universe. I look back on my 13th birthday; the day i was given a name. It was the day everyone was given a name, a day where everyone started to exist. And also, the day our planet started to die. I look back on the pesterlogs, where our conversations were placed, and where tactics, problems, hopes, confusion . . . . .and love were discussed. The game is what allowed us to interact with the trolls, and I'm kinda thankful for that. Heh. . . .
It feels like I've known Karkat all my life by now. The trolls and their culture are so confusing, but they're my friends, and friends stick together no matter what. I'm glad I met Karkat and Vriska, and all the other trolls. I really am. I can't even dream of a life without them. They're like family to me now. . . . now that my dad is dead.
I do remember the sacrifices that had to be made on this trip. All our guardians died, but we were able to meet their younger counterparts in the other world. At least, everyone else did. I only wish i had thanked him for all the things he helped me with, for all the life lessons, and for being a good father. I don't know how he knew, but he knew about sburb. He helped me; kept me strong.
(sigh)
Some of our party thinks the effort wasn't worth it. "We're gonna die anyway!" is what they say. But, it's the journey that matters, and whether we reach our destination or not is up to us. I'm going to keep fighting, and i know Vriska and my pals are going to back me up. I just, want to say a last farewell. A final goodbye before we put an end to Lord English.
Goodbye. . . .
John Egbert, leader of the sburb sessions, readies his weapon. All the beta, alpha, and doomed trolls and humans are behind him. Bloods of every hue back him up, eyes lit up in the same fiery glow of determination. He looks around at his friends and the real Vriska winks at him. Deciding not to prolong it any further, he gives the signal. The roar of a thousand people could be heard in the next universe over, their cries echoing in the ears of the mighty cherub that stood before them. Rushing in on their impending doom, they felt like heroes for once.
Then, there was silence. The Heir of Breath drifted down into an abyss. The only hope of the universe was dead.
Sometimes. . . . I wonder if it was ever worth it. If the game was worth dying for. Sometimes I wish i could turn back the clock and go back to that day. That day i was given a name. I wish I could have just lived a normal life, with my friends, together, forever. But, I chose a different path, and that's ok.
Because Homestuck was an experience I'm glad to have made before i died.
It'd be great to hear your thoughts on this short fanfic! Just leave a review! If you have any requests, you can PM me. I'd be happy to fulfill someone's headcanon ship or whatever. :::;)