So I got into Homestuck recently and have become corrupted by its fandom. I say that because I did not ship anyone until I started reading fan comics which is not how I normally follow ships, but that's how this happened. I ship John/Dave and Dirk/Jake and because I am on vacation I finally have the time to focus on my (ahem) hobbies. I have decided to write my first fanfiction on Homestuck. (aka I don't really plan on any other ships, but that may change later on in the story~)
PRE
= John: Run.
"You can run, but you can't hide~" I hear the mocking voice say in the distance. It's much closer than before though. It's dark and I can barely see in front of me. How long have I been running? Why do I not fight back instead?
Suddenly a tree appears before me and I cannot move out of the way in time. Full on collision. I cry out in pain before I could help it. Quickly my hands fly up to cover my mouth, but its too late. I hear the rapid footsteps approaching me and then there is light behind me. The bushes rustle behind me as one of the figures jumps out from it.
"Found you!"
I get up with a start. For a moment I do not recall where I am. My frantic breathing subsides and allows me to take in my surroundings. I'm sitting on a chair and the sudden feeling of moisture running down my right arm reminds me of the cup of water that had been previously in my hand.
"You okay kid?" I look up to see the older of the Striders in the entranceway of the room.
"Yeah...i-it was just a dream..."
= Dirk: Recall the past two days events
In a sec. The overabundance of information will lead to a much shorter and uninteresting plotline. Besides not much has happened in the last few days.
= Dirk: Recall your life story?
Better. The Strider family has always been comprised of full-fledged swordsmen with unrivaled skill. We lost our parents twelve years ago during the epidemic that took a quarter of the kingdom's citizens. Until five years there had been three of us; me, Dave, and Bro. Now it's only Dave and I. We don't talk about it. That was until two days ago. Dave had gone into the village to trade animal hide and other things for steel, spices, and other things. Two days ago he came home with an unconscious boy in the back of the cart. He was covered in bandages to cover several bruises that adorned his small form. Dave has informed me that besides his name the boy had no recollection of who he is. However, Dave had already become acquainted with 'John' by the time I met him. That is the boy that is now sitting in front of me. The one who fell asleep at the table and spilled his cup of water all over his shirt.
"Go change." I tell him so that he'll have to go back to the bedroom and hopefully sleep on the bed with Dave. That and whatever it was that he was dreaming about he is more likely to tell Dave who he is more comfortable with.
= John: Be embarrassed
"Yes S-sir." I quickly get up and head towards the room where Dave was still sleeping. I quietly slip into the room and out of my shirt trying not to make any noise to wake up Da-
"What are you doing out of bed cutie?" Oops. I turn around to see Dave propped up by his arm. The light of the moonlight seeping in through the window allows me to see the smirk that adorns his face. I feel my own turn red and warm at the nickname.
"Actually...I think I remembered something."