AN: Woop! First Fanfic I have ever written! Well, I've written a couple but this is the first one I publish on here. No hate, please. This is a story with OCs in it too, so if you don't like OCs just don't read. They don't show up until the second/third chapters.
THIS IS AN AU. ALPHA TROLLS ARE ALIIIIVE.
(c) Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie.
(c) OCs belong to me.
== Be John.
Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you are currently seventeen years old. Three years of fighting in this stupid game has forced you to grow up quicker than you expected and led you to meeting a group of weird aliens.
[== Author: Change the perspective to third person.]
John sighed, rolling over in his bed for what felt like hundredth time. Something had been bothering him ever since the new kids (and trolls) arrived. Maybe it was the fact that the girl named Jane Crocker reminded him of his deceased grandmother. Maybe he was just thinking about Vriska. He sighs and sits up, feeling around his table for his glasses.
"Trouble sleeping?" A voice asks, coming from the doorway.
The boy nods, recognizing the voice of his girlfriend. Well, ex. They were dating for about two months but it didn't work out.
"What are you doing up, Rose?" He asks as he stands up, grabbing his fallen glasses from the floor.
She doesn't move at all but replies in a calm tone. "You're not the only one who's a bit shakened by the recent events."
"Yeah, right." John pushes past the girl and down the stairs, to the kitchen.
"John…." Rose calls after him, trying to follow.
He ignores her, looking for something to eat.
"Jonathan Egbert!"
"What?" He turns to Rose, meeting her stern eyes.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"I just want food."
"Well, why don't you get some? I'm sure we have plenty to—"
"Nope. Not anymore."
Rose closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in. The pair hears a crash behind them. They look to see a troll about their age, dressed in yellow and carrying food. "I'm thorry."
The troll puts the food on the counter and starts to make his way to the door. John and Rose knew him as the troll named "Mituna" and they remembered someone telling them that he's damaged in the brain.
"Hey, hey. It's okay, dude. Take your food." John says, trying to sound calm.
"Really?" Mituna asks with a smile.
"Yeah, go ahead."
Mituna grabs everything from the counter and heads to his room. The two teens looked at him as he left, John taking this moment to escape from Rose's grip. He ran to the living room and hid behind a couch.
"John, I don't appreciate you leaving me behind." The girl smiles at how childish he is. "And hiding? You know I can see you."
The heir runs to the stairs and to his room, locking the door.
"You don't want to talk to me?"
A whisper replies to her question. "I don't think he does."
Rose whipped out her needles and turned to see no one. It was probably in her head. She really needed to get some sleep.