If a lot of people like this, I'll put the rest up. So, enjoy. Credit given to MoonlightNightmare for beginning. For those that have already read the pre-beta version here is the updated. Thank you for taking time out of your schedule to read this.
"dave! stop it! i have to cook!"A tall dark haired woman in her mid-20's shouted through giggles at her boyfriend. The older blonde haired male, had come up behind her and was tickling her, and now it was messing up her cooking. She tried everything to make him stop but nothing worked, "dave, please!"
He stopped only when his arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her back close to his chest. It'd been a while since they'd had some time like this, almost completely alone. In fact it been almost 7 years.
"dave! come on, lemme go!"the Jade eyed young woman pleaded, though inside she was enjoying the closeness. She got lost in the rhythmic stirring of her dinner pot, and the sound of Dave's breathing in her ear, as his head rested on her shoulder.
She was in fact so lost in the moment that she didn't hear the approach of one of the smaller members of the house. "Ugh, Mom! Could you two not get a room!?"
Dave unlatched his grip on his soon-to-be fiance and went over to his daughter, stooping down to her level and messing up her hair.
"hows it going kiddo?"Dave asked, smirking at the expression on the blonde headed child's face.
"Don't touch the hair Dad!"The little sass-master-and-rapster known as Leanne Strider whined. Seven years old, and the spitting image of her father only female. What a lovely combination. Already she was heart breaker, just like her dad.
"Lynn. Go get washed up for supper."Jade, the young woman from before, chided and the little blonde haired female started in the direction of the bathroom, but was stopped quickly by the wail of her little sister.
"Momma! Lynn broke my new toy!" This was their five year old girl, Mary Jenna Harley. Mary Jenna Harley: five years old, jet black hair and forest green eyes. This little girl was like the remade picture of her mother when she played Sburb.
Dang, forgot to mention something. Mary loves biology and agriculture from her mother's side. Uh, and Lynn Strider loves sword-fighting, music-mostly fast paced and awesome stuff like her favorite, Radioactive by Imagine Dragons, and of course, role-playing games, mostly from her father's side. She gets the gaming talent from Vriska as you can't see for yourself. Anyways...
Jade went over to the two siblings, making Dave step back a bit to let miss I'm-The-Nicest-Mother-Ever do her work. It was actually nostalgic for Dave to see his two girls fighting over something so trivial. It was like him and...Bro before the game.
Even thinking this made unwanted tears prick at the edges of his ruby red eyes. Dave put his forearm up to his eyes, wiping away the tears.
Although, Lynn saw him do so and tapped her mother's shoulder.
"yes dear?" Jade sung out to Lynn wearing an almost yandere-ish smile.
"Is Daddy crying?" This made Jade quickly stand and go over to her long time boyfriend. He was obviously remembering when his Bro died and when they fought on their rooftop before the game started.
When Jade came near him, he immediately hugged her, gripping the back of her shirt which surprised her. He wasn't normally like this because of his esteemed 'Strider swag'.
"i cant do it anymore jade i miss him too much and its my fault hes dead..." Dave sobs into her cashmere sweater. Jade softly strokes that tuft of blonde hair that she loves so much.
"oh you didn't kill your brother, dave. it was a drunk driver. the police told you that the driver was arrested for carrying and delivering cocaine. dave please stop crying..."
Lynn then tugged on her mother's long black skirt lightly. "Mom, why does Dad cry every time we fight?"
Jade looks down at Lynn, still holding emotionally damaged Dave in her arms. "oh honey, i'm not sure daddy wants to talk about it just-"
"its fine..." Dave echoes, prying himself painfully away from Jade to sit down on their velvet love-seat. "go ahead. they deserve to know jade. ill be fine..."
The older's words, however, weren't enough to enough to fully convince the blackette, but she went ahead and began. Caution was laced heavily into her tone, trying to avoid any nerve-striking moments within the story. Though, that was extremely hard due to the fact that every part was nerve-striking. Jade absolutely hated to see anyone cry and see Dave cry was like the world ending for her.
Jade took a deep breath and started. "children, we've been keeping...a secret from you." The two clueless sisters looked at each other then back at their worried mother. "your father's brother...he...dave are you sure i should continue?" Jade looked back at him, panicking inside, but calm outside.
"yea go ahead jade." Dave rests his head on the palms of his hands. "i said ill be okay. they deserve to know about...Bro." Even saying his name made Dave remember unwanted memories.
"Doesn't he have a name, Momma?" Mary asks, making the two parents shake their heads.
"no, or at least, we didn't know his name." Jade looks back at Dave, who shrugs.
"i never really knew his name i just knew him as Bro plus due to all the strifes i could never really ask him you know." Lynn then started sniffling a little, and tackle-hugged her father.
"I'm so sorry, Dad... I don't mean to make you sad. You don't have to bring it up, Dad." Dave then picked Lynn up, sitting her on his shoulder.
"i think your mother is rubbing off on you, lynnie." He says with a smile.
Jade, now holding Mary, puffs childishly, facing away from Dave.
Lynn blinks a few times, tilting her head to the side. "Is that good or bad?"
Dave chuckles lightly, ruffling the smaller's blonde hair. "thats very good." He pulls Jade closer to him, pecking her on the cheek. "very very good. but keep that strider swag you have okay? you can never have too much of that."
Then, the family laughed together at Dave's joke.
Okay, like I said, if this gets good results, I'll put up the rest of the chapters. I'll introduce the other two next gen players if it's really good. (Not that I won't anyways...) :P
