Yay for my first fanfic~ Basically, this story gets very sad due to backstories, and some turn of events. But in practically every chapter, there's lighthearted humor with some bitchtits terms and Dave's sometimes comic relieving moments, as well as some happy moments and a brightening aspect on life. The title will make sense later on in the story. Please, don't stop reading until the end! :)

Also here's a warning, later on in the story there will be scenes of animal abuse, but in the beginning of the chapter there will be a warning.

P.S: I do not own homestuck Andrew Hussie does, and the fantasy purpose in this story is only due to Tavros communicating with animals, they won't really talk to him, but he gets the vibe XD

Carrying a heavy and bulky suitcase up the staircase of his new apartment complex, Dave Strider was in a vigorously dark mood at the moment. Hauling heavy baggage up three flights of stairs in the new summer heat was not an enjoyable activity.

Many occupants of the apartment passed by him, not offering any help. One motherfucker passing by had some horn with him and thought it'd be funny to scare the shit out of him. With a loud 'HONK' of the horn Dave was startled and dropped his bags to the bottom of the current staircase. Dave scowled at the guy who chuckled in return and continued up the stairs. 'Asshole.' Dave thought accusingly, going back down to retrieve his suitcase.

Finally the Strider boy made it to his apartment on the third floor. In the complex, there were four floors. He set this suitcase along side his other two. The apartment already looked like home, he'd came earlier a few weeks ago to furnish his new crib to make it stylish and ready for his official arrival. He took a short five minute break, drinking some apple juice- he was sure it was apple juice this time- before bringing his suitcases into his room for some unpacking of his wardrobe which consisted of mostly t-shirts and jeans.

Well, the worst was over. At least now he was away from the direct heat of the sun... actually it was just as humid in this apartment as it was outside. Dave doesn't have an air conditioner, he focused more on other things in the moment, he didn't really care for buying an AC. He greatly regretted this. But, he did have a fan at least, which he turned on facing him as he slumped back in his decent looking dark red sofa.

His apartment consisted of simply one bedroom, and one bathroom, a kitchen, and living room. Other apartments in this complex had more rooms, and were more spacey but they also cost more. Dave was perfectly fine with what he's got right now. The white-ish carpeting beneath his feet was soft, there was a poster here and there adorning the red painted walls which also had some white border at the top towards the white ceiling. The kitchen was connected to the living room, there was tiling there instead of carpet, and there wasn't exactly a dining area, but there was enough space to put a small round wooden 'dinner' table with two chairs at the edge of the living room, close to the kitchen.

Dave has a large 70 inch flat screen TV atop a small 'cabinet' containing an assortment of totally sick beats, action movies, or some sugoi anime. This Strider had a wide variety of interests, as you can see. He is a DJ at a nearby nightclub and gets paid a fair amount of money for it. He's just really good at what he does.

At some point, the next-door neighbor decided blasting some sick beats was a good idea. By then it was around 8:00 PM. Among the pulsing music Dave could hear a variety of 'honks'. Oh fuck no, was that asshole from earlier living next to him?

Contrary to popular belief, Dave Strider is a nice guy, he was hoping he could befriend his neighbors, but this one living in apartment 124, the last apartment on that floor, to the east, was making it difficult for Dave to keep his good intentions alive.

He was thinking about being an ass, and telling his neighbor to tone down the music. As he made his way out of his own apartment, he came to an abrupt stop as he saw someone outside of his neighbor's door. Dave, hesitantly closed his door, but only was open a crack for him to peak out at whoever this was.

Yeah, he was right, it WAS that asshole from earlier. But as Dave listened, he found out this guy was just visiting.

"That was bitchtits wicked, Tavbro." The asshole said to the one on the inside of the apartment, Dave couldn't really see this person though.

The one inside laughed wholeheartedly, it was a guy, but he sounded pretty wimpy according to Dave.

"It was uh... pretty fun, Gamzee. I'll see you around. Come again soon, I mean, if you want to."

"Hella yes, bro," Dave saw the asshole- Gamzee lean in to give the wimp a hug. "I'll be online for the rest of this motherfuckin' summer, text a motherfucker whenever. Okay? See you around Tavbro." Gamzee waved goodbye as Tavbro bid farewell, and it took a few seconds after gamzee left for Dave to hear Tavbro close his door.

Dave was through feeling like some mental creeper, and quietly closed his door. The loud music next door was still blasting, but it was a few seconds later when he heard it stop.

Dave reflected on his stalking session he partook in just now. That Gamzee asshole was pretty tall, around 6 feet approximately. His voice was scratchy and sounded like he had a southern drawl, just like Dave. He suspected this asshole was from Texas, Dave could call out a fellow Texan anywhere based on accent. He guessed this made the guy 5% cooler...? Nah, still an asshole.

As for the other guy, he sounded like a scrawny kind of guy- simple as that, not like there was anything wrong with that. And he stuttered. Dave picked up some hardcore therapist shit from his distant cousin, Rose, and could decipher a lot from pretty much anything. One with such a high pitched, cautious voice as this Tavbro's directed back to him probably having some kind of lanky body. As for the stutter, definitely a sign of some self consciousness. Probably got bullied for having such a skinny ass body. Hmmm...

"Damn, Dr. Phil aint' got nothing on me."

Okay, enough with some of that random assumptions. The neighbor's music was turned off, and Dave was finally able to get some rest. His back ached, as well as his shoulders and neck from all of the heavy lifting. If Dave had to lift anything over 70 lbs in the next 24 hours, he was going to strangle someone. He continued on, ending his day with a nice hot shower, then hitting the hay.