This had to be done...I'm so sorry. Anyway, I don't 't own Homestuck or the movie Labyrinth.
Also! Sorry if anyone's ooc, this is my first time writing Homestuck.
"Ugh. Come on, stop crying. ... please just shut up! Ugh! Just be quiet and go to sleep!" Dirk snapped, rocking his sobbing brother in his arms. "Why won't you stop?! What, you want a story, or something? Fine. I'll tell you a story. There once was a super cool bad ass who had the world's most irritating little bro. This slick mother fucker was always having to put up with the little shit and never had time to go do his things, with his swords and robots and puppets and stuff. So one day, the guy met this super magical dude with like...I dunno. An accent or some shit. And that guy turned out to be like king of the trolls. And he said to he cool guy 'I can take care of that little pest of yours. Just say the word, and it's done.' But the guy wouldn't. There was no way he could. Because he knew the king would take the baby away forever and...Turn him into a troll or something. But one night, when the damn brat was especially annoying, the older awesome guy couldn't take it anymore, and he shouted the words as loud as he could." Dirk took a deep breath before shouting. "King guy! Take this baby far far away from here!"
"Gog fucking- that's not it you dumbass!" One of many trolls packed tightly into the closet snapped. "Thut up!"
"Make me!"
"No, that's not right..." He mumbled. "Damn, wish I knew."
"I with the trollth would take you away right now!"
"Wwould you be quiet?"
"Yeah, now who needs to 'thut up'?"
"There. You got your story. Now go to sleep." He lay Dave down in his crib, the infant still screaming and crying. "I wish the trolls would take you away." He muttered, walking towards the light switch. "Right now." He finished, flicking the switch ad walking out. Suddenly it was quiet. Too quiet. "...Dave?" He turned around and hurried over to the crib. "Dave..." He jumped back, swearing loudly as something jumped out of the crib hissing. There were noises everywhere, sounds of laughter and movement. As he whipped his head around, looking towards all the sounds the windows blew open loudly.
"Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?" He shouted, katana in hand, pointed at the man that was now standing before him.
"I am the troll king. And I am here because you wished for me to take away the baby." The black haired stranger with the British accent answered.
"Well give him back! I didn't mean it!"
"Dirk, I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. Just forget about the little wriggler, as my trolls would say. Just continue on with life. Go to your room, play with your little puppets, and enjoy not having to constantly look after him."
"I can't do that. I want my brother back."
"I'll tell you what. If you can make it to my castle in the center of the labyrinth, right over there," the kin said, gesturing out into the distance (Dirk hadn't even noticed or cared she the scenery changed). "In say...thirteen hours, I'll give him back."
"Deal. I'm a Strider, this'll be a piece of cake." The king chuckled.
"Jolly good. In that case, let's make it more challenging." He waved his hand at the clock beside him, the hands moving forward two hours.
"Oi! That's not fair! You cant do that!"
"Oh, but I can." He said, smirking. "Good luck, Mr. Strider. Times a-wasting~"
"Damn it, fine." He started running towards the labyrinth's entrance, going as fast as he could. "Don't worry little man. Bro's coming for ya."
