I found a Homestuck AU in Tumblr that's called Convictstuck and to me, it's pretty cool and one of them said that it's okay to write fanfiction about this AU.

Warning: there is OOC in it, then again the Striders are attractive German assassins, Jake is a psycho, and John is a bit of a spoiled brat since he's raised rich and a scaredy-cat since he's been a good boy when he enters prison.

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Patricide

"John Egbert is found guilty of second degree of murder of committing patricide. Case closed."

The one known as John Egbert is horrified. There was no jury, no lawyer, no court, and no justice at all. He was punished for killing his own father, sentenced for twenty years for a crime he didn't do. The judge didn't give him a chance to explain that he didn't do it, just stare and smirk in greed.

The officers just shove his arms behind his back and cuffed him like an animal, as if he was going to attempt to escape.

How could this happen to him?

He never would murder his father, even if he did have gotten angry that day. He was friendly to everyone, does safe and harmless pranks, and is open to anyone, just like what his father had taught him…

It all happened too quickly, a flash that John had blinked and couldn't see what was going on. He had a fight with his father about why he couldn't get a girlfriend, his sexuality. He liked guys, not girls, but couldn't find the right guy. Dad thought otherwise.

John stormed off to bed, too mad at the time to listen to his shouting father. He tried to cool off, try to find a way for his father to understand that he's actually homosexual and he can adopt a grandchild but all are concluded as very likely possible failures.

It was a mistake to take a nap…

All John remembered from the rest of the night is that he was woken up by a yelling police with others behind, ready to shoot with guns up, as he was soon shoved to the floor and handcuffed. John only had a glimpse of what was left of his father and then he knew he was guilty for having Dad's last memory of him… fighting instead of telling him how much he loved his father…

But now, to be seat to jail, for a crime he would never commit, John's life has turned straight into hell…

"Stick out your tongue… Open your mouth wider… Good. All checked. You may now wear your uniform."

John finally gets to close his mouth and hurries to his now new clothes. First day in prison and he is already hating it.

All night, John was awake due to the anxiety and fear what was coming to his life as well as how much the bus ride bumped to every driving hazard there is on the road. He was then pushed to walk across the hall of cells with some prisoners sneering while some chuckled and smirked right at him. He then was commanded to be stripped naked to find… well, something on him. He had been stared at the man in the uniform, all bare and unable to cover him, and really, this is first day and hopefully this is the worst that will happen to him.

"Hurry up, I don't waste time and neither will you."

John immediately hurries up, he seriously doesn't need to rebel since the last time he did, he got here unfairly and became an orphan. He is just glad that they had boxers and clothes to cover him.

The uniform turns out to be an orange one-piece with a zipper that ends right where the… crotch area is. John tries not to blush as he zips himself up, thinking of not where the zipper ends or anything. And John definitely tries to no squeak as the man with the clipboard glares down at him. Seriously, what did he do?!

Suddenly the man puts his hands on his hips. John can't help but tense up and freeze. Oh dear god… This day has turned into a full-blown hell!

John may not be a virgin but he doesn't want to get raped! Especially on the first day!

He shuts his eyes tight, waiting the worst to come and be over with.

Really, why did he end up like this? He behaved fairly well for his entire life, never truly doing any harm except with the fun and harmless pranks he pulled off and that time when he had that secret boyfriend of his unknown to his father until they broke up.

And… and…–Wait, why does John feel tightening around his waist?

"Alright, belt secured and tight, you are now in full uniform."

…Huh…?

John opens his eyes and looks down to see that the tightening was really a belt… Maybe John really is overreacting about the whole prison thing a bit too much…

"Now…" Oh! He is definitely squeezing John's ass! "Get to your cell and go meet your cellmate. We don't want any trouble, now do we?"

"U-Uh, n-no…"

"No, what?"

"N-N-No, sir!"

The man finally has his hands off of John, writing something on his clipboard. He then glares at John once more.

"Now go, I am done with you. Two men will guide you to your cell and…" Quickly, he walks up to John. And he immediately snatches John's glasses off his face. "No glasses are allowed in here. Now go."

John can't help but blink at the man. His eyes aren't exactly that bad, really, but he is so used to wearing glass that–

"I said, go. That's an order!"

Immediately John walked out of the room, allowing one waiting to enter while as said, two men in uniform that look really similar to police were waiting for him and quickly grab his shoulders and roughly push John to walk forward.

Great…

John, ever without his glasses, can't help but look around inside, especially who or what was inside each cell. Just like in the movies, some prisoners are big and scary with enough muscles to possibly literally rip his head off. Some are skinny but carried a strong stench of weed. Some were in the middle of being skinny and muscular with facial hair, long and un-groomed.

None seem to be minding their own business. All were staring and glaring at him…

Then…

John is right in front of his cell…

"Strider! Your new cellmate is here!"

"Yeah, yeah… Arschloch…"

John could see a sort of figure behind the metal bars, a bit too blurry for him to truly see what his cellmate is like. He could see he's wearing the same orange outfit and that he has blond hair but that's about it. He really wonders what this guy who's going to be his roommate is.

Is he a horrible criminal like a murderer? Or is he just a small criminal like a thief or a jaywalker?

John really did hope it is a small criminal…

"Alright, John Egbert, meet your new home for the next twenty years."

John couldn't help but let out a barely audible squeak as one of the men push him to move while the other is waiting with the door slid open though had his head turned, watching the mysterious cellmate. John could hear an almost audible snicker as he gets roughly pushed in.

Soon when John is fully in the cell, both men quickly exit, slamming and locking the door shut. There, John is alone with this cellmate of his…

"So," John almost jumped at the voice as it spoke. "You're the new guy, huh? Heard you killed your own father, sounds pretty deep."

John stays silent. He really doesn't know what to say. Should he really lie that he indeed killed his own father? What happens if he finds out that he's lying? Should he say the truth? What happens if he doesn't believe the truth? And what happens if he did believe in the truth and John becomes his personal punching bag?

So, John just kept his mouth shut and look down on the concrete floor…

"Huh, you are a weird one, aren't you? Come here, I need to take a good look at you."

John's body, however, doesn't move…

"Hey, I said come here. Bro, don't make this into a fight you can't possibly win."

John just gulps and looks down, his heart racing as he could hear his cellmate getting… clever… He could clearly hear the stomping, the anger rising, from him… Yup, definitely not a jaywalker…

He sucks in a squeak as a hand, rough and scarred, clenches his chin and roughly lifts his face up. John couldn't close his eyes as he stares a very clear figure of his cellmate. Scarlet red eyes are staring down on him with pretty blond hair and pale skin with some freckles surrounding it. He has a more square jaw than John, way broader than him, and definitely taller too…

Yup, definitely attractive...

If John wasn't in this, he might have talked to the guy with open arms, but…

"Niedlich…" Wait, what did he say? "You seriously don't look like a person who killed his own father. But then again, looks can be deceiving."

Finally, the blond cellmate lets go of his chin. He then holds out his hand out.

"The name's Dave Strider, I'm a badass assassin till I got thrown in this Scheiße. So, what's your name, cutie~?"

…

What?!

And thus ends the first chapter. Next will be Dave's POV. :)

Hopefully, it's not too OOC or anything.

Thank you for reading and please review. Bye!