And here, I, Swifty, present y'all with my new story: The Twelve Homestucks of Christmas!
Okay, before anybody even thinks about ranting on how "not everybody celebrates Christmas" and "check your privileges you over-privileged scumbag", let me elaborate here: it's a title. What did you want me to call it? "The Twelve Homestucks of Christmas/Hanukah/Kwanzaa/Whatever the fuck you celebrate?" No, that's too long. Yes, this story is based around the holiday 'Christmas'. No, that doesn't mean you should go off on me simply for not have cultural diversity. I apologize. I'm sorry if I've offended you, and you do indeed have a right to rant to me about how I've offended you, but I'd honestly appreciate it if, before going off on me, you stop and think: 'Hey, instead of flipping my shit because the holiday I celebrate around this time of year wasn't mentioned in this story, maybe I should instead pay attention to the storyline itself and the writing quality since the author wasn't trying to offend anyone or me specifically.' I'd honestly appreciate it if you did that.
I apologize if that came off as 'aggressive' or something of the sort, but I just really want any and all of you to know that I mean absolutely no offense by anything in here or in any of my stories really.
Okay, remember: Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie, as do all of these characters! Please remember that this is a Humanstuck AU, and that all the main twelve trolls are between the ages of twelve and thirteen. I hope you enjoy!
On the twenty-fourth of December, in a small development called 'Homestuck' – who would even come up with a ridiculous name like that? – only some are awake at the lowly hour of six in the morning, the sky still dark as night.
A thick layer of snow coats the ground, although it has been shoveled out of most driveways. There is the occasional driveway where the owner has carelessly let the substance pile up around his or her car, making it impossible without a little extra labor to get the vehicle out onto the road.
Ice has frozen over the large pond near the back of the development, where children, teenagers, and adults alike are often seen ice-skating around this time of year. Not right now though, for everybody has something to do on Christmas Eve – even the children!
Reefs are set up on most of the houses, hanging in the windows and on the front door. Christmas trees can be seen through windows, although if one were caught just aimlessly staring into someone else's house to look, well, that'd probably be a little strange!
Hardly any of the lights have been turned on in this winding neighborhood, but within the few that are, lives our first character: a certain, rather grumpy, human child. His short, black hair sticks up this way and that, and a few lonely freckles dot his face mostly around the area of his nose and cheeks. With steel gray eyes that can burn holes into your soul, he finds himself rudely woken by his father, Kankri…