You are now Dave Strider.
Its 3am, you're pretty sure at least, in the morning. It's been nearly four days since you've actually slept and you can't quite place why. Maybe being on a meteor has that kind of effect on people, you aren't really sure. You stare blankly at your laptop; all your pester chum friends have since fallen asleep, leaving you to stare at the now grey icons. It scares you, really. They're all dying off so quickly.
You have time on your side, you know that. You've seen yourself die so many times that you now greet death as an old friend. Still, it disturbs you to no end. You can no longer stand the sight of your own blood, let alone anyone else's. At first, the sight of blood wouldn't phase you one bit, now it sends you through a full on panic attack that can only be described as pure hell. Even if it's just cause by the slightest cut, you can't take it. Those horrifying images of your friends, your brother, even yourself lying dead in those retched colors all come back to you at once, making you relive every last moment.
You used to love being the Knight of Time, getting to pop between different time lines, but now you think of it more as a curse than anything. You know you've more than likely doomed every time line you've visited, reminding you that you've let your friends down yet again.
You don't feel like you deserve to be called a Knight. Knights protect people, fight for them, shit, they even die for them, and what have you done? You've let them all die, you only fight for yourself, and they are the ones who have died for you. They put on a traumatizing show of blood just for you. You can no longer sleep without the performance flashing before your eyes.
"Hey, fuckass, what are you still doing up?" You hear a familiar voice behind you.
"What the fuck do you care." You turn, only to remember you have taken your shades off.
Karkat stares at you for a moment, studying you. He seems completely un phased by the color of your eyes, but is more interested in the color around them.
"Oh my fucking gog, have you been crying!?" He questions you a little louder than you would have liked.
"Get the fuck out of my room, Kitkat!" You aim a pillow at his face that he somehow dodges easier than the bucket.
"Just answer the question, fuckass." You can't tell it now, but most of the anger in his voice has been replaced with worry.
"No, I haven't." You return your shades to your face and replace your scowl with your signature pokerface.
"Gog, you're the worst fucking liar ever." Karkat folds his arms.
"Look, why the hell do you care?"
"I'm the leader, I'm expected to give a fuck. I don't, now just answer the fucking question." You know he won't go away until you give him a satisfying answer, so you sigh and look up.
"Fine, I have, are you fucking happy?" You are now half expecting a witty response but instead get met with a very blunt 'No.'
"No?" You repeat.
"Do you have a fucking tentabulge in your ear? I said no."
You stare at the troll for a while, waiting for him to leave, but he stays put. Something on his face makes you realize he still has more to ask you, but is having trouble finding the right words. After moments of awkward silence, he finally settles on one word that explains everything.
"Why?"
A/N: Whew, been a real long time since I last wrote a fanfic. This came to me while typing randomly in class. It originally was going to be a PepsiCola fic, but I changed in to DaveKat. It actually turned out a lot more angsty than I intended, and it will get a little darker but fluffier. I'm gonna try and keep the story light, after all, it is Homestuck. Hope ya'll stick around for the next chapter! Thanks for reading!
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