So I decided to try my hand at a Homestuck / Percy Jackson crossover. I know there are probably a few grammatical errors and maybe a few typos. But please bear with me. I'll try to post at least one chapter a week but I can make no real promises as my internet has gotten into the habbit of playing Yoyo Connection with me. I'm going to try to keep the characters as cannon as I possibly can but there will more than likely be OC personality moments.
Main Pairings have yet to be decided. But what everyone is has been. I.E Demigod, Satyr, etc.
Rated T for now.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Homestuck. I do not own Percy Jackson. This is a fanbased crossover.
Our story begins with a boy in his room, today is his thirteenth birthday. This boy stands in a somewhat tidy room with a few clothes here and there. John Egbert is this boy's name and he is getting ready to go to school. He groans in annoyance while looking at the clock. He had just ten minutes of freedom left, before he had to leave from the apartment building to wait at the dingy bus stop.
"John, come here please." His father called from the kitchen. Heaving a sigh he hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder and exited his room and entered the kitchen. There he saw his father cooking breakfast and his stepmom sitting on the couch lazily drinking a beer and clicking through channels. He scoffed at this but it was nothing new. Why his dad stayed with her he'd never know.
"Yea Dad?" He said trying to avoid looking at the clock.
"Do you have a field trip today?" He asked flipping the pancake.
"Uh yeah…." He replied with a tight lip. He wasn't really interested in going but he had little choice.
"I made you a bag lunch." He pointed the spatula at a brown paper bag sitting on the counter near the door.
"Oh… uh thanks Dad." He went to uncurl the top to see what was inside but his eardrums were assaulted by a horrible sound. He quickly put his hands over his ears to save his hearing, or what was left of it.
"Where's my pancake sand bacon?!" The shrill voice of his stepmom sounded even more irritated than normal. She must be PMSing. John thought to himself as he watched his Dad scurry to make her a plate. The older man than juggled the plate of pancakes, syrup, peanut butter, and chocolate before briskly walking into the living room where the harpy was roasted.
He grabbed the paper bag and peaked into the other room. The beast of a woman was having him put everything on the pancake, she'd probably end up making him cut it up and feed it to her double chinned claptrap.
"You still here?" His stepmom said with a sneer.
"Oh pardon me Gayla. Is it now a crime that I want to say bye to my Dad?" He retorted with a smug tone. This… wasn't the best move. Because Gayla shot up and waddled her way over to John before smacking him with her fat flappy arm, sending him to the floor.
"Mind your tone with me, brat!" She snapped kicking his shin for good measure before waddling back over to the couch. His Dad abandoned the pancake to help John up with a sad look.
John brushed off the help and stood while holding his cheek, he swiftly left the apartment with a bang of the door and a rushed bye. He ran to the bus stop and in his haste he ran head first into a tall lanky frame. He would've stumbled back onto the concrete but his fall was stopped by a hand gripping onto his forearm.
"Whoa you okay, motherfucker?" Came the southern accent of his only friend as he pulled him back to his feet. Gamzee was a tall fellow that wore face paint that was similar to what the band members in ICP dawned. But Gamzee hated their music with an unyielding passion. Also, when the clown walked it seemed like every step was taken with pain.
"Rough morning…" He replied rubbing his cheek.
"Ahh, did that blasphemous heifer tag you?" Gamzee asked looking over at his friend. Before he could answer the bus came to a screeching halt in front of them.
"I don't want to talk about it Gam." He replied getting onto the bus, he found an empty seat and quickly slid into it with Gamzee following. They were quite the odd pair of friends but friends none the less. It happened when Gamzee defended him from bullies trying to take his lunch money.
The bus ride was uneventful and getting to class was same per usual. The hustle and bustle of doing so involved, bullies knocking things out of others hands, being careful not to bump into the wrong person, and oh yeah plugging his nose to keep out the smell of pot and bleach in the hallway. Just another typical day, or, so he thought until he entered the classroom where a substitute stood where Ms. Danny should've been. Instead their stood a short pudgy woman wearing tacky clothes and a bandanna to hold back her greying hair. She looked more like a cleaning lady than a substitute teacher.
He took his usual seat in the back of the class with Gamzee sitting behind him. He reached into his back and pulled out a notebook and pencil before even looking at the chalkboard. Oh yes, his school was so wonderful that they still had to use chalk. Upon the board, John supposed that it was the substitute's name.
"What a weird motherfucking name." Gamzee commented. "Ms. Paint."
"It is." He replied with a small snort. He lowered his head and began to doodle in the notebook. It's not that he didn't want to pay attention in class; it's that he had dyslexia. And for those that don't know what that is. It means that he can't read like everyone else. The letters would jumble together and dance around like they were on a merry fuck you Egbert parade.
"Nice red mark you got there, Egderp." A gruff voice stated as the owner slammed their palm on his desk. The grungy texture of the gloved hand could only belong to Frank Rhett. "What happened? Did you get rejected?"
John sighed, pursing his lips. He really didn't want to deal with the class bully today. "What happened to your face? Oh wait it's like that every day." That was his comeback. Smooth move John, he thought to himself.
"You little…" Frank pulled his fist back but the bell rang shrilly, causing a chain reaction of slamming doors. "I'll get you later Egderp." Frank threatened before taking his seat, two desks away from John.
"John Egbert." the substitute's voice sounded many minutes later, causing him to look up from his doodling. "What did Othello mean by these words?" She pointed to said words on the chalkboard.
John stared at the board, his eyes trying to focus and do the process but the words today were moving around so much he had to shut his eyes and looked away with a sigh.
"I don't know." He muttered, feeling the eyes of his classmates on him, he was grateful that the bell sounded not even a minute later. But today that meant that he'd be heading to the bus to go to the museum with the rest of his class and two other rooms.
He quickly put his notebook away and slung his backpack over his shoulder he joined the rest of the class that was bustling out the door. It was an awkward bus ride seeing as Gamzee ended up having to ride a different bus as the one he'd been pushed onto was full.
The students poured out of the yellow twinkies and onto the sidewalk. John wanted to get off the bust even more so; he couldn't sit still for very long without feeling jittery. Lovely side effects of having ADHD. But in his haste to get off the bus, he nearly ran into the substitute teacher but caught himself in a weird twirl around her to avoid impact.
"Sorry." He quickly apologized rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous laugh.
"No harm done, Mr. Egbert." She smiled humbly before turning on her heel to stand on the steps above the rest of the crowd. "Be courteous to the museums property and should a rabble rouser think they can get away with misdeeds. I warn you know that there are security cameras all over the building. Now please follow me."
"Heh she gets straight to the motherfucking point." Gamzee said seeming to materialize next to John causing a jerky motion from the buck toothed thirteen year old.
"Gah!" He exclaimed. "I hate it when you do that you know?"
"Do what?" He asked as they slowly made their way up the steps.
"Pop out of nowhere like a jack in the box."
"Sorry friend. It just happens." Gamzee replied with his signature laugh. It always made him imagine of a goose trying to laugh with a mix of honks and ha's.
They slipped in with the other students through the brass doors before being allowed a little bit of breathing room as people went off in different groups. Gamzee had opted to pull John towards Ms. Paint's group which was smaller than the rest. While Ms. Paint droned on about the prehistoric section, John was only partly listening when he heard Gamzee inhale deeply and turned to his friend.
"What's in the bag friend? It smells miraculous!" Gamzee asked with a sniff. John looked down at the paper bag realizing he still didn't know what was in it. Gingerly uncurling the bag he sighed heavily. Inside were cupcakes and sandwiches. "Hmmmm cupcakes… I love cupcakes."
"You…. You can have them then." He held out the bag to Gamzee who flinched back at the arm thrust towards him.
"You sure friend? I don't wanna be motherfucking rude, ya know? "
"I'm not a big fan of sugary treats. My Dad cooks them too much." He exclaimed shaking the bag to add to the fact that it was okay.
"Ahh yeah gonna get my grub on later." Gamzee smiled broadly.
"Mr. Makara, Mr. Egbert, please pay attention." Ms. Paint said with a slightly stern tone.
"Sorry ma'am." Gamzee said with a lazy smile, happy to have a sugary treat to eat. Ms. Paint then continued with the tour of the museum.
"Here we have the three brothers, The Signless, The Grand Highblood, and the Condescension. These gods were the three eldest of sons of the Titan, Lord Caliborn. With their combined power they were able to defeat their tyrannical father and toss his remains into the deepest part of Tartarus."
John was only half paying attention to what Ms. Paint was saying. He instead was looking around, oddly curious about the sculptures, paintings, and murals.
"Mr. Egbert." Ms. Paint said firmly, as if she said his name more than a few times.
"Uh…what?" He replied, earning a few snickers. He looked down sheepishly at this, not wanting to be the center of attention at the moment.
"Can you tell me what the offspring of a mortal and a god is?" She asked shifting her weight. He looked at her than at the mural behind her at the greek writing. He squinted at the words as they jumbled about to form a sentence that for some reason he could read.
'Hercules was believed to be a Demigod.'
"Demigod…" he muttered, sighing he looked at Ms. Paint with an slightly unsure look. "Demigods?"
"That is correct." She smiled brightly looking to the left as another teacher came running up to her, whispering something hushed in her ear. "Ah I see… Uh students please head back to the lobby. No questions just go."
John ruffled his hair with a long sigh, "Gamzee I'll catch up. I want to stay here for a few minutes longer okay?"
"Alright I'll catch you in a few." Gamzee waved him off and went off with the others.
John stood in front of the mural pondering even more how he could read it. He was pretty sure he didn't know Greek at all. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed that he wasn't alone, until the other person spoke.
"Where is it?"
John looked to where the voice had sounded to see Frank standing there. "What?"
"WHERE IS IT?" Frank roared before John saw his clothes and for that matter his skin rip clean off. And in place of where the class bully had been, there stood a grotesque creature that looked like an oversized chicken with mean talons.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed before turning tail, ducking as he heard the flap of wings and a screech overhead.
"You stole the lightening bolt!" Frank screeched.
"I don't know what you're talking about! Oh my god!" He yelled out as Frank came swooping towards him, his taloned feet clamping onto his biceps and lifting him up in the iar.
"You have it! Give it to me! Or I will feast on your rotting corpse!"
"John!" Came Gamzee's voice, this earned the attention of Frank who growled.
"Let him go!" Ms. Paint's voice joined in.
"YOU!"
"You do as I say or I'll turn you into dinner for hellhounds!" Ms. Paint yelled.
Frank let out a loud screech before dropping John who flailed before hitting the hard floor. The monster then flew off out the sky window. John lay there for a moment before standing up, adrenaline shooting through his veins.
"Oh prankster jesus I need to be on meds. Oh fuck fuck fuck." He rambled on shaking slightly.
"John, bro calm down." Gamzee said, leaning down slightly to Ms. Paints height.
"Did that really just happen?! He just turned into an oversized chicken and tried to make mincemeat out of me!?" John exclaimed rubbing his hands together to try and calm down but it really wasn't working.
"A harpy. Concealed in the school, I should have known." Ms. Paint stated with a groan, as if she was scolding herself for not noticing sooner or something.
"What do we do?" Gamzee asked, wiping cupcake frosting off on his sleeve.
"There's little choice. He's not safe here. We'll have to move him to the camp." Ms. Paint replied gnawing on her lip.
"What? Harpy? What are you talking about? What camp? And why did you say you could turn Frank into dinner?" John fired off more questions but was greeted with no real answers.
"John take this." Ms. Paint demanded, pulling out a mini-colorful looking trinket in the shape of an odd looking hammer. He reached out and took it. "It is a powerful weapon. Guard it well."
"Thi…this is a prize you win in a 25 cent machine! What are you-"
"Gamzee get him home and tell his Dad. Go."
"Will somebody-"
"John, bro we gotta go. Now." Gamzee said while grabbing onto Johns hand and pulling him along until he followed willing. "Don't stop, don't look at anybody just keep moving."
"Will you explain what the fuck is going on?" John exclaimed having to jog just to keep up.
"Later motherfucker. Just come on!" Gamzee snapped looking around as he hailed a taxi.
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