Heyy guys! I'm alive! Well, to give you an explination for this story. I was reading somthing on facebook that really tugged at my feels. I could get this idea out of my head. So I did what anyone would do. Typed it down at one in the morning! :D Well, I know this isn't the best but I had fun writing it. I hope you guys have fun reading it!
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The morning was normal, like any other. His brother, known as 'Bro' was currently at his day job at the music store. Leaving Dave to wander around his home. As usual, he was bored about of his fucking mind. I mean how could anyone be this bored? Exactly! It was impossible until today.
To try and cure his unworldly boredom, Dave decides to explore the attic. His had been locked up for a number of years and he never knew why. Dave assumed that a shit ton of swords and smuppets resided up there. Its time to find out.
Dave casually grabbed a chair to reach the door placed on the ceiling. He noticed the usual padlock on the door. Much to his displeasure, he did not have a key. So instead he decided to make his own. By that I mean he beat the lock into a pile of metal with a hammer.
Dave quickly tossed the now useless lock and opened the door. The first thing he noticed was the room was covered with years of dust and cobwebs. It didn't take long for him to find a broom and brush most of the dust away.
The attic, sadly, was a boring as the rest of the house. Nothing up here except for a few family photos and old clothes. Dave was about to leave the room when a black box caught his eye. You're probably thinking how can he notice a black box in a semi-dark room. Well, this box shimmered when caught by the light.
Dave's curiosity peaked him, so he moved some heavy boxes around it to get a better look. The box was only medium size. Bigger than a shoe box. Smaller than a T.V. box. It was glossy and black, except for the green symbol on the side. Its house like form reminded Dave of something. But he didn't know what.
He opened the box to find a variety of things. Such as horns, that reminded him of candy corn, glued to headbands, many shirts, some black some white, at least 16 in all. He also found pictures. Many, many pictures. Filled with creatures with grey skin, himself, and other kids. But he didn't know who they were. One picture stood out of the rest. It was one of himself, dressed in odd pajamas, and a dorky, black haired boy with glasses, hugging each other. On the back of the picture it had a caption.
Dave Strider [TG] and John Egbert [EB] Bros for Life :B
Dave dropped the picture and it fell lightly to the floor. His hands shook rapidity as pictures went thought his head.
He remembered everything. Homestuck, the trolls, his friends, when be became god tier, how much of a grump Karkat was, and… how much he loved John. As much of a cool kid as Dave was, he could not help himself, as he grabbed john's shirt and cried softly.
Dave tried as best as he could and pulled him self together. He packed up the box and decided to hide it in his room. Hoping his Bro would not know its gone.
As he slid the box under his bed, the picture was still in his hand. The word 'Pester Chum' crossed his mind. Hoping to find answers, he finds a link to a pester chum download site. He opens up pester chum as soon as it finished downloading. He looks up the name 'ectoBiologist' in the user bar and instantly got a person with that handle.
- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 14:38 -
TG: sup, i'm dave
EB: :B nice to meet you dave! i'm john!
AND I CUT OFF HERE! Yes, I thought this was a good place to end it. If not, tell me and I might just make it more than a oneshot.