Hahah ohai c:
This is my first time writing anything Homestuck related, even though I've been lurking in the fandom for quite a while. This plot bunny has been rolling around in my head for a while so here it is c:
Uhm for starters this fic will contain boyxboy and possible girlxgirl, so, if you don't like either of those I suggest you click the back button. Another thing, around half of the Homestuck Kids and trolls will be fused with some kind of animal. Oh! And for the sake of this fic, Jake and John are brothers. c: Another thing, the only concrete pairings at the moment are Dave/John and Dirk/Jake. And I am open to any other suggestions. So GIVE ME YOUR PAIRINGS.
Annnnd. That's it I think, so, Enjoy chapter one of NEKOSTUCK


NEKOSTUCK

You are Dirk Strider, 17 years of age with blonde hair slicked back to form spikes. Your bright orange eyes are covered with rather large pointy anime shades (worn for ironic purposes of course) you walk down a dark, slightly ominous alleyway, your gloved hand resting on the hilt of the katana at your waist, just in case some scum dared to mess with you. You frown, just a slight turning down of the lips, so minuscule that only your brother Dave could have caught. It may be cliche, but you can't help the feeling that something is about to happen. Your grip on your katana tightens and you head deeper into the darkness.

= DIRK, BE THE OTHER STIDER

You are now the younger of the two STRIDER BROTHERS, your name is DAVE STRIDER and you are the COOLEST 16-year-old. Ever. You are CURRENTLY staring out your window, listening to your own SICK BEATS as rain pours down. You grimace at the STORMY WEATHER, allowing your POKER FACE to break for a SECOND as you sigh, you would NEVER admit it, but you ALMOST miss the SWELTERING HEAT of HOUSTON, TEXAS. Your red, shade covered eyes turn towards your blinking computer, someone is PESTERING you. Might as well go see who it is.

= DAVE, BE YOUR OLDER BROTHER

You are now once again DIRK STRIDER and you are currently really, really, CONFUSED. You have found a BOX OF KITTENS. Except, in this rather large cardboard box (dude, what did it hold originally? A refrigerator?) Curled up in the box were two boys, one looked to be around your age and the other one was younger, maybe around your brother's age? Whatever, it didn't matter. Both were bone thin, the older one curled protectively around the smaller, jet-black hair plastered to both of their foreheads and they were both shivering from cold. But the strangest thing about of the two teenagers, were the black, furry, cat ears protruding from their hair.

Holy shit.

What the hell. What was this, "Loveless"?

You pull out your iPHONE 4 and pester you little brother. It's gonna take more than just you to carry two unconscious cat boys to your SHITTY APARTMENT.

- timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 17:25 –

TT: Hey.

TT: Lil' bro.

TT: Dave. Get on. This is serious shit.

TG: whoa

TG: calm your tits bro

TG: whats up?

TT: It's about time you answered.

TT: You know the alley behind our apartment complex?

TG: yeah why?

TT: Head over there now, I need you to help me with something.

TG: okay

TG: ill be right there I guess

TG: later bro

- timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 17:46

DIRK, BE THE YOUNGER ONE.

You are now DAVE STRIDER. You stretch and yawn, rising from your place on the desk chair and pause to grab your favorite hoodie, its bright red, with a lighter red gear on the front, personally, you think it's pretty damn cool, and not just in the ironic sense. Shrugging it on over your broken record shirt, you pause to grab an umbrella because holy hell it's really starting to rain and head out the door.

Making use of your flash-stepping skills, it takes you around five minutes to get to the alley your bro was taking about. Walking over to his side, what you saw almost made your infamous poker face break. The first thing you noticed was Dirk, his blonde hair flopping in his face, its carefully gelled spikes limp. But he was hunched over something….was that a box? You lean in to get a better look, holding your umbrella over your soaked older brother. " 'sup." You quip and he turns to face you. "It's about time you got here. Help me with these two" he said gesturing to the box. You gasp, red eyes widening behind your shades.

"Are….those….cat ears…? What the hell? This is like one of your shitty animes bro." You thought you saw the corner of his lips curl into a barely noticeable smirk. "Shut the hell up lil' bro and help me carry them." he drawls, hoisting the taller of the two cat boys on his back, leaving you with the smaller one, you let your eyes rake over his thin frame, taking note of the two black cat ears and jet-black hair plastered to his head, big, thick-framed glasses we're knocked slightly askew and there was slight bluish tint to the boys lips.

Shit. He might have hypothermia. You store the umbrella in your sylladex and scoop the boy up, Jesus fuck he's light. You hear Dirk snickering, "Bridal-style? Really?" he drawls, southern accent heavy, looking back at you. You scowl up at him and feel the tips of your ears turning red. "Shut up." You mutter, adjusting the sleeping boy in your arms. "Let's just hurry up and go, they might have hypothermia or some shit." Your bro nods and the two of you hurry towards the apartment complex.

Your name is DIRK STRIDER and you are wondering WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE DOING, carrying two unconscious cat boys, which you know nothing about, back to your apartment complex.
Your name is DIRK STRIDER, what will you do?


Welp. That's the end of chapter one! Sorry it's kind of short, the next chapter should be longer!
So yeah. Tell me what you think? Any suggestions, criticisms? LET ME KNOOOOOW.
Also, again, give me your pairingssss!

**EDIT**
THERE IS NOW A POLL ON MY PROFILE FOR PARINGS. VOTE THERE.
Message me if you want me to add a pairing to the list!
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