Your name is DAVE STRIDER and being stuck on this meteor is starting to get on your goddamn nerves. Doing nothing, going nowhere. Despite your appearance, and basically everything about the way you present yourself suggests that spending the next two years, eleven months, six days, aaaaand thirteen hours on a rock with six aliens and your ecto-sister wouldn't be that bad. But Jegus Christ are you going insane! No, you were never one for the great outdoors, but is it wrong to want a little non-artificial sun once in a while? And on the subject of missing earth things, you've been trying to alchemize some AJ for the past month and IT. IS. NOT. WORKING. Well, at least can town is thriving with the help of Terezi and yourself. Currently, you are in the common room, flopped into a bean chair, you know it's high time for you to get some food into but you don't have the willpower right now to propel yourself up and out of the room.
"D4V3 D4V3 1 JUST ALCH3M1Z3D ON3 OF YOUR HUM4N 4PPLES W1TH ROS3" You jump up at this, a rush of adrenaline coming to your head, dashing down the halls past Karkat to the room with the alchemizer. You stand in the doorway, exhausted, where you see Rose about to take a bite. You dive into the room snatching the apple out of her hand.
"NO!" You shout at her a bit more dramatically than necessary whilst looking into her eyes with a hot, red fire burning in your eyes so fiercely you could almost see it through your shades. Rose looks taken aback and a bit amused at your outburst. She steps away from you and puts her hands up in mock surrender.
"Fine, fine, have the apple, jeez, it only took eleven grist to make!" You don't hear her as you are too busy rummaging through your sylladex for exactly what you want, EUREKA! A bottle of plain old water, place them both in the alchemizer and VOILA! Your beloved apple juice, at last, your one true love. You may only think of the crispness of the taste once it reaches your mouth cavity, the feeling in your throat as it trickles its way down towards your stomach. You pay the small price of 50 grist for a bottle of the sweet substance. You crack the bottle open and tip your head up, bringing it to your mouth and chug the whole thing in less than two minutes whilst not only Terezi and Rose watch, but Kanaya and Karkat also. You seem to have gained quite the audience and after you finish the last drop you exhale and catch your breath. You look around at your friends, your peers, daring them to say a word to you. You walk out of the room, really, truly not giving a damn as your friends laugh their asses off at you. Your name is Dave Strider, and you have achieved true happiness.