Chapter One: New World
Disclaimer: I don't own Homestuck and yeah.
Summary: Friends keep secrets, John knows that. But keeping secrets about the end of the world? There has to be a rule about that. There really isn't much good news for him: the world is breaking apart, his dad died, he got himself into this freaky new world of weird looking aliens full of their weird customs and traditions... And now they have to repopulate the human race. Wait, what?
Warnings: Potty mouth snot nosed kids and various ships, some MaleXFemale, MaleXMale and FemaleXFemale; not thebombdotcom writing, but pretty legit. I have no idea where this is going, so warnings will be warned before each chapter. Updates random. Expect extremely fast updates or extremely slow updates. There will be no consistency. Hell, I still need to update my other ones.
Reviews welcomed. It all welcomed ;)
Oblivion, this world is - a tight mark lashed onto humanity's backside, painted into the colors of reddish blood. Life, slowly melting into the darkness of the dirt, decreases from the everchanging world, the never ending cycle of time. The end is here: death nearing, emptiness fills this earth. Few souls are left, many souls wandered, and now there is only four. Only four is left out of all humanity.
Four, still alive.
One of the survivors was a short, livid male. His hair was a black mess, curling up in random places and naturally straight in some. He had thick framed glasses that covered his unnaturally bright shade of blue eyes, buck teeth practically gliding out of his mouth. His face was clear and he had a little more than average muscles coating under his skin.
The boy, only fourteen, lost his father recently. He was at a lost, not really knowing what to do. He refused to go downstairs - his deceased father was still laying in his bed, tucked in like he would wake up any moment - so he locked himself where he knew he was safe: in his room. A little shocked at what has occurred, he breathed in deeply. Looking up to his computer screen, he saw a flash of red.
[are you alive?]
A few minutes later, a flash of bright green appeared.
[I am alive! :p]
And, after that, purple appeared.
[I am as well.]
You, the young boy survival, sigh as you let your fingers type away.
EctoBiologist [EB] has joined STILL ALIVE AND KICKING.
EB: im alive
You let out a sigh, wondering if these were the only living people on this earth now. You sure hope not, but if they were you guys you wouldn't mind.
TT: Is everyone okay? Don't lie to me, you won't get away with it.
TG: as usual
TG: youre in a good mood
GG: be nice guys!
GG: and to answer your question rose I am good :D
TT: And John?
You breathe in, nervous. You know that they have already caught onto you. They know something is wrong. Lying to them would be useless since they know you so well; staying silent will worry them greatly.
EB: my dad is dead.
That's really all there is to say on that matter. It takes a few minutes to reply, but once they do it's a storm. You lightly chuckle at it.
TG: you ok john
TG: that is some deep shit right there
GG: oh john i am so sorry :(
TT: I am very sorry to hear that.
You smile, happy to have comfort.
EB: i think its kinda funny how us four are survivals
EB: dont you guys think so?
GG: Im glad you guys are alive
TG: yeah
TurntechGodhead [TG] began pestering EctoBiologist [EB]
TG: what did you do to the body
You furrow your brows. Why would he want to know that?
EB: eh
EB: what
TG: you know what i mean
EB: i am not letting you keep him as your weird obsession of collecting dead things!
TG: that is not what i mean bro
TG: im pretty sure you didn't touch the body
TG: how long has he been dead?
EB: shut up!
EB: i don't want to talk about it!
You ignored the texts showing up on your computer screen. Why is he making such a big deal out of this? Climbing up to your bed, you curl up in your blankets. You have had enough with this "end of the world shit". You didn't know that Rose's mom was going to die first; you didn't know Jade's grandpa would die second; you never expected Dave's bro to perish; you sure as hell did not think about your dad dying. Now that you think about it, you can't even fathom this world without your online friends: Rose, Jade, and Dave. Will they go too? Or will you go first?
You don't want to think about any of those leftover choices. So you close your eyes and fall soundlessly asleep. When you take one last breath out before you fall asleep, a large gust of wind comes out of your mouth. Pretending it didn't exist, you go unconscious. There is so much shit you have to deal with and random gust of wind is not at the top of your list. Actually, it isn't even worthy to be on your fucking list.
In the morning you decide that random gusts of wind should be your priority.
Everytime you breath, wind comes out and knocks things over. Your posters are all off the walls, your computer is blown to shit, and you are freezing your plump ass. Why, oh why, is this happening now? At all times?
Trying to keep your breathing under control, you try to think of something that will help you. Anything, really, would help. Think, think! Maybe one of your friends will know what is going on? Or if you googled it? Looking back at your laptop, you sigh. You'll have to go downstairs to get your dad's PDA for that. It's either that or freak out with a weird windy thingy. Sighing, you uncurl yourself from your huddle of blankets and walk over to your bedroom door, legs shaking. You were scared.
Thankfully, your dad is not in the kitchen. His PDA is there on the kitchen counter, along with cake, and so you grab the electronic and charger. Eyeing the fridge, you walk over to it. You are hungry and would eat anything but cake. Grabbing a few snacks, you quickly head up to your bedroom. Curling back into your fortress of heat, you eat the snack you brought and log into pesterchum. Gosh, you have three hundred missed...
Oh, nevermind those. You'll just start another group chat.
EctoBiologist [EB] created The Windy Thingy
EB: hey guys
EB: i dont know what to do wind is coming out of me
EB: its just like shoosh shoosh out of my body
EB: help!
TentacleTherapist [TT] joined The Windy Thingy
TT: Calm down and take a breathe in and out.
EB: i cant do that rose you dont understand
TT: Just try it?
EB: i can't the wind will blow everything away
EB: it even blew away my poptart
TurntechGodhead[TG] joined The Windy Thingy
TG: glad to know youre eating
TG: finally left your room?
TT: Good for you, John.
GardenGnostic [GG] joined The Windy Thingy
GG: Good for you John!
EB: no no no no no no
TG: calm down dont have a heart attack
GG: yeah john dont be sad anymore ok? :)
EB: what the hell is going on?
TT: John, listen. You are the last human selected to survive through the end of this planet.
TG: god rose why are you making this weird
TG: bro you gonna live
TG: ok
EB: what
GG: when the world was starting to end rose's mom died and then she got powers to see the future because she passed the trial
GG: we all passed the trials :)
TG: so yeah we all gonna live
You did not expect this, but you sighed a little in relief. The wind was mellowing down, at least for now. They were... calming you. Even though this made you think of everything, your mind was blank and it was almost like you were back to the old you.
EB: ok i can deal
TT: I'm sorry that I had to keep this from you, but I had to for everyone. I couldn't risk that something unfitting would happen. It would mess up the entire system.
EB: its fine
TG: youre taking this rather well
TG: you sure you ok?
EB: im just letting it sink in now i guess
EB: what are your guys thingys?
GG: i teleport :D
TG: time travel
EB: anything else i should know?
TT: As of right now, the only remaining people in humanity are us four. Seventy-two hours passed the last one to die is when the reckoning will commence.
TG: as in, we move into a diferent world
GG: dont talk about john's dad like that guys! D:
EB: this is really confusing
EB: so we are all going to another world?
TG: yeah
TT: I'm sorry if I seem insensitive, John, but we need to know when your dad died.
EB: i dont want to talk about it
TT: We all need to talk about it, John.
TG: rose calm your tits
EB: im sorry
GG: I have an idea!
GardenGnostic [GG] ceased pestering in The Windy Thingy
You were surprised when she logged out, but you were even more surprised when you heard light foot steps suddenly appear in your room. Uncurling yourself from your blankets, you see a young woman, about your age, with long black hair and bright green eyes, round glasses circling her face. Her skin is sun kissed like yours. She's beautiful, lips puckered and all. Beautiful in a goofy, fun way.
"John?" Her voice is high yet very soft.
"Who are you?" You ask. Realization crosses your face as you mutter, "Jade?" When you mutter that, a strong gust of wind comes out of your mouth and into the direction of Jade. She easily dodges it and then the wind knocks out your door.
"John!" She yells excitedly as she wraps her arms around your neck. Before you could say anything, the world feels fuzzy.
When you clear your senses, your sitting on a folded out futon and there's a sword flying out you. You instinctively move yourself off the couch to dodge the blade, and when you do your pushed on the ground by another force.
"What the hell Dave!" Jade screeches, piercing your ears.
The hand pushing your head down eases up, and a deep, threatening voice demanded everyone's attention. "You shouldn't sneak up in people's homes."
Jade skips over to you guys and bends down, moving the hand that was holding your head down. She tries to move who you believe to be Dave, but he doesn't move off of you.
"It was an idea ridden off of an impulse!"
"'S all good, Harley." You feel Dave move so he's facing Jade but he doesn't come off of you. "Wanna tell me what you were thinking?"
Jade huffs and then says, "If we bring John to everyone, he wouldn't be sad."
Dave goes silent and adds more force onto you, thinking.
"Are you going to get your fat ass off of me or not, Stridork?" You mutter softly. He puts his hand on your head, pushing it in playfully.
"You sure you wanna go there, bro? I'll kick your ass."
"No fighting!" Jade says excitedly, standing up quickly. "I'll go get Rose."
"See you around, Harley."
And with that, she was gone.
You struggle with escaping, but Dave has you pinned verh harshly. "Not gonna escape, Eggderp. Not until you give me some answers."
"Is this how you make your guests swoon? Because it is totally working; I'm swooning." You mutter, smelling the floor. It smelt like doritos and apple juice. Figures.
"How are you holding up? Be serious. There's no therapist bullshit or hippery dippery do da." He moves his other hand to your head, massaging it. It feels nice, you think.
"I don't want to talk about it, Dave." You answer honestly.
He doesn't say anything after that. He rubs your head gently, relaxing your brain. He moves down to your neck and then pulls up your shirt and goes for the shoulders, upper back, and then he goes up again. Now he's back at your head and you are relaxing for the first time since this whole end of the world bullcrap started. He goes back down, down, and now he is on your lower back, rubbing. You hold your breath and squirm, feeling too good.
"Dave..." You whisper. He stays right above the ending of your back, massaging it with his hands.
You move your arms to cover your face, hands covering your mouth. Shivering, you try to think. When you couldn't handle it anymore, you quickly move your leg, knocking Dave sideways. He quickly adapts as he places one hand on the ground, throwing his legs over to your head. You're afraid that his legs are going to hit you, but they don't. Instead they wrap around your head. Laying on your back, you fully see Dave for the first time. He's tall and lean but not as lanky as you thought. He's shirtless and in boxers and you can see faint scars littering his body along with a very toned body, more so than your slightly above average one. His legs are long, longer than yours. They are slightly bent so he could sit on your stomach. His hair is dripping a little, like he got out of the shower not long ago.
His face has the shades you got him five years ago and his face is covered in his hair as he looks at you. He's pale white, pale as can be, but he is so - he is so - just - just so... Beautiful. Sexy, even. You try to squirm away because quite frankly, you were getting bothered. Eh, sexually frustrated some might say.
"When are Rose and Jade coming?" You ask stupidly. He shrugs his shoulders.
"Maybe once you answer my question, I will find out." His face is stoic and through his shades you know that he is starring at you but oh my god he is staring at you and it's intense and...
You sigh, very frustrated. You just don't want to think about it, you don't want to talk about it, and you sure as hell don't want to spill your heart and soul about it even though this is Dave we are talking about, the Dave who has been your best bro since you were ten years old. Smiling like a crazed maniac, you flex your legs up, wrapping them around Dave's neck, and then you bring them down, making him in the same position that you are in.
"You're such a dick," He mutters, surprised but unmoving.
"I try to be." You laugh.
You try to escape his death grip on you, but he doesn't let loose. If he won't let go... You'll just have to slip out? Years of hiding in small places and dodging your dad's random cake attacks have made you the master at flexibility. You quickly move your head under his legs, freeing yourself. Dave rolls over with your legs so you are laying on your stomach again. He lifts up your legs with his hands and then he sits on your elbows.
"I can do this all day." He says and you just know that he is making fun of you.
You give out a frustrated moan, giving up. You always end up giving up with Dave, letting him get his way. Unless it is something like Nicolas Cage or some other cool shit like that.
"...I haven't really thought about it much.." You mutter, getting a mouthful of the dirty floor.
"Bullshit."
"Daaave!" You say pleadingly. "I just - Just - If I talk about it then it becomes too real."
Dave moves so his legs are tangled in yours, insuring that you won't do anything. He then uses his free hand to pet your head. "It's real, bro. Very real."
That is the moment where you remember the conversation you had with Dave when his brother died. You let that sink in.
"I was just in my room trying to ignore his weird obsession with cake. I was just finishing up talking with you guys, just having a normal day. It happened like it was nothing, Dave. Like it was nothing." You mutter softly, voice hardly audible.
He doesn't loosen his grip and you are really glad that he didn't. If he did, he would know that you are no longer struggling. Or maybe he does and he is just taking pity on you. Either one would be fine, but you think the latter is the more correct one. Dave is like Rose: he can easily read people. Though, if you ever admit that out loud, then he would probably give you a long, underrated metaphor that doesn't make any sense but sounds pretty legit.
"I was going to say goodnight to him but he was already asleep. But he wasn't asleep, no, he was dead. Just... Gone." You tense up and he starts massaging you, letting you go.
You stay limp on the ground. You don't care that the ground smells like doritos and apples juice, nor do you care that there's a billion Chinese take out on the floor. You don't blank your mind, either. You feel his hands on you, trying to comfort you. It works and you fall asleep, a gust of wind slyly coming out of your nose, the first gust of wind in a while.
What you don't know is that Rose and Jade are on the other side of the futon on the floor holding each other's hands. They were worried, too. Worried about their friend who has just experienced what they went through months ago.