This is beta for something my non Homestuck cousin gave me an idea for. Yes, he is an non Homestuck... He called John a PEDOPHILE X(

I scroll through the endless pages of Google, ignoring my friends on my Pesterchum client. One of them so happens to have the ironic chum-handle of turntechGodhead, so that makes my day ultimately brighter in any way possible. He even calls himself Dave Strider, the silly one he is. However, you both made quite the moirailship with each other.

Trust me, it's hard to get past someone like Dave and his stupid irony. Though, what can you do? Ha ha. I just so happen to get bored scrolling through the billions of pages on Google on what I searched, to see that he's online today. Ever the lazy one, is he? Weekends aren't my best topic either, so what can I say about that.

I chuckle as I bring up my client and God Tier John pops up. I'm such a fan-girl, I swear to God. Smiling brightly, I click on his handle, and that bright white box appears for the four hundred thirteenth time this week.

(crystalChaos began pestering turntechGodhead at 15:40)

CG: Hey there, §tranger.
TG: sup person who still types like a fucking bimbo
CG: Well, good morning to you too, mi§ter §marty pant§. §omeone wake up on the wrong §ide of the bed thi§ morning?
TG: nah was talking to jade earlier
TG: that girl doesnt know when to shut up when she has some candy
TG: barely fit a fucking word in when shes like that
CG: I...§ee?
CG: I wa§n't aware that you are able to pe§ter Mi§§ Harley.
TG: well yea i can
TG: i cant?
CG: No, I didn't §ay that, my friend.
CG: It'§ not like I a§ked or anything.
TG: god you type like rose
TG: except for that quirk like karkat and kanaya have
TG: oh god
CG: Ye§?
TG: you arent a troll are you

I almost crack up at the mention of the now extinct life forms in the rather beautiful comic. Holding back a chuckle storm, I reply back with a wide, playful smile. Like he's standing in front of me.

CG: Of cour§e not, my friend. I can a§§ure you that I'm fully human.
CG: Ju§t like Ro§e, Jade and John. Why would you think that I'm an endangered §pecie§ §uch a§ a troll?
TG: god damn it i gotta go ttyl
CG: Ha ha, talk to you later, '§trider'.

(crystallizedGenerosity ceased pestering turntechGodhead at 16:30)

I click off of the white box, and almost instantly after that, his name grays out, showing he's logged off. I sigh dramatically. Back to searching the web it seems. I hum a familiar song called Clarity by Zedd. One of my all time favorites, should I say. It's rather soothing for someone such as myself, who can't seem to hold a single matespritship with anybody I date. Wait a motherglubbing moment! What's this little miracle I've stumbled upon~?

"Send a letter..." I read aloud. "To Andrew Hussie himself. Feedback or requests acknowledged the creator himself, so try it out..." I lean back in the velvet chair I have in my possession at the moment with a perplexed look devouring my face. I bite my lip.

Sure, I'm naive, but not that much. Maybe I should ask Ashe. Following my own advice, I stand form my chair on the site, and walk over to my sister's room. Most likely, she's on Tumblr, talking to her friend, Vilalle or whatever. I don't have the 'talent' apparently to make a Tumblr account on the computer. Though, little does she know, I already have one on Tumblr. It's thedevilbehindtheshades on Tumblr (A/N: thats not real guys made up really i dont have one). And, her Celi6acy blog is following me, and she actually likes my posts. Ah, the cruel cruel irony.

Containing a slight snicker, I open her grey and black door. "Hey, Ashe? I have a question."

I hear keys and a garbled voice over Skype, along with beeping form another computer nearby. It's just her Pesterchum client. Someone who calls themselves Eridan Ampora is pestering her, but she's talking to Vilalle and...who's that other girl? Ah, forget it. My sister's Pesterchum account is technologicalAlternative. Apparently, she has dwindling time to talk to her best friend "Eri" anymore, yea she has finals soon, and sure she has over fourteen blogs to attend to, but can't she at least pay attention to the people that need them? I'm pretty sure Eridan, or whoever he is, needs girl help again, and she's like the only person who basically understands girl's thought processes. I don't because I hang around guys too often. I'd be better off telling a girl what she tells Eridan.

Or whoever he is...

Forget it, I'm just gonna ask her already, since she didn't respond. "Hey, I found a website that lets you send a message to Andrew Hussie, requests and feedback is allowed...? Ashe? Ugh, ASHE!" I scream in frustration, and I see her lips tilted down in a flash moment of hatred. It's just something I acquired over the years of living with my sister-whatever.

Calmly placing her headphones down, she doesn't face me, but glances in my direction. "What." It wasn't a question of approval. It meant, get along with it I don't have all day for your bullshit.

"I said," I drag out with a roll of my brown orbs. I directly at the sliver of pale blue I see in my sister's eyes and continue with my sentence. "I found a website that lets you send a message to Andrew Hussie, and, uh, requests and feedback is allowed. Do you want to say anything?"

Ashly simply puts her headphones back on, and says, "Send me Eridan. He doesn't deserve to be around those inconsiderate dip shits." Then, she begins to move her hands around the keyboard at asinine speeds once more. Shrugging, I leave her premises and return to my own.

Ah, time to get to work. Alright...How bout this?

Dear Andrew Hussie, I understand that you are particularly busy with planning for the newest update, and I respect that entirely. I wanted to request the shipment of a character or two. If it's not too much, could I have Dave, Karkat, and Terezi for awhile? I understand that this might throw back your schedule a bit, but I humbly request this much.

(P.S: My sister wants to request Eridan Ampora for some reason, but I don't care if you can't send him.)

(P.P.S: Look at me blathering on about something that can't happen. Shipping Homestuck characters to fans, they aren't even real.)

From A Homestuck Fan, Thank you for reading Mr. Hussie.

Snickering at my childish, fan-girlish, obsessive quality about Dave and Jade-SpaceTime forever-as well as many other characters, I quickly push out of my seat, wobbling from my force upwards, and head downstairs to retrieve a PopTart from the cupboard.

First out of quite a bit! This story will continue...