SGLUB Chapter 1:
Wake Up Call
Beep. Beep.
(Groan)
Beep. Beep.
….
.
(Grumble)
Beep. Beep. Bee- SMASH!
A young fish girl lays sprawled across her matress, entangled in a coccon of sheets. Her fist is poised above the now demolished alarm clock. She grumbles and dozes off once more. What is her name?
Enter Name ===
Grumpy Fish Butt
Nice try smart ass but this isn't MSPA, this is a fanfiction. So let us unbreak the fourth wall and get back to the story.
Your name is ZONTANI GREBLIG. You are a TRELLUSA, meaning you are a colorful fish girl with a glowing forehead that resides on GROMBIT, a watery planet with island here and there. You live in an underwater cave that resembles a beaver den in a way. You can swim up for acess, but it is dry inside. Honestly you have no idea what a beaver is but who cares.
You get up and stretch, yawning and cracking your back. You go to the mirror to brush out your long green hair. After the rest of your mundane morning routine, you head to the kitchen for some breakfast. Inside the kitchen is your mother cooking, and your father, the village chieftan, reading the morning paper.
"Morning Dad, Mom." You say on auto pilot.
"Morning sweet heart." They echo back. You for some reason, have a wonderful talent in social awkwardness. So awkward, in fact, that your parents feel embarassed around you. And for good reason. Your father is a brave, strong, noble, courageous leader. You, his heir, are a meek, nerdy, shy, awkward, clusmy, failure. Oh what a wonderful world we live in.
After shoveling down your Fishie Flakes, you quickly try to abscond but then-
"Sweet heart, where are you going?" Shit. You're trapped. You would strife right now, but you would totally have your ass handed to you on a silver platter so, no.
"Come sit down." Your father pats the chair next to him. Uh oh. The deadly seat pat. The universe dictates that once a parent pulls that move, there is no turning back.
"Um, sure." You sit down, staring at your feet. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact, don't- Your dad clears his throat.
"Zontani?"
"Yes?"
"We need to talk." You swallow. Oh shit. You were about to get the talk. Not the, 'where do guppies come from?' talk, but the weekly 'you need to realize your duty and take responsibilty' talk. You sigh inwardly, mentally bracing yourself for the long lecture to come.
((I realize this is a short chapter, but I just wanted to get some feedback first, to see how people felt about it. Please alert me about any grammer or mispellings, thanks for reading!))
((Disclaimer, I do not own Homestuck. That belongs to his majesty, Andrew Hussie. I only own my fanspecies and stuff.))