Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HOMESTUCK! (Though, my soul has officially been sold to the Lord Hussie)

(Pfft...)

This takes place immediately after Dirk arrives meaning that this is an AU.

Hope you like it~!

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It hit him like a ton of bricks.

It was his birthday. He was sixteen.

John sighed and smiled, brushing a hand though his hair. He glanced around, taking in the different characters before him.

Once Dirk had arrived due to Vriska's great ideas, he and Dave had started awkward conversation then went off away from everyone else as they got more comfortable with each other. That must have triggered something in everyone.

'Everyone has gotten into groups… Even Jake.' John thought. It was true, though, with everyone except for him. 'The Lalondes seem pretty happy.'

Roxy and Rose were talking, sharing smiles only family could share with each other. John couldn't really hear them, but he caught tidbits of their conversation and concluded that they were comparing their versions of each other. Roxy frowned slightly at something Rose had said, saying something back quietly.

John decided that it was time to look somewhere else, he didn't want to be caught staring as it was a tad bit strange. 'The Striders are acting as cool as ever,' he noticed as he locked eyes with Dirk. Raising a hand, he smiled awkwardly at having been caught people-watching his own friends. Dirk raised an eyebrow, but waved back. This caused Dave to turn towards John as well, most probably wanting to see who had caught the other's attention. John smiled a bit wider and Dave smirked, waving as well.

This moment was cut short by a wild Karkat appearance.

"Egbert! Yo, fucker!" John swung around to face the smaller troll, seeming to smile wider, if that were possible.

"Hi, Karkat!" He said. "What d'ya need?"

Karkat paused for a moment, thinking hard. "Do you still have Terezi's scarf?" He asked, finally.

"I thought I gave-No wait…."

"You left before I could fucking take it Egbert." Karkat said, anger apparent in his voice. So, he was still touchy about that disappearing act John had pulled.

"Hang on…" John said, pulling the scarf from his captchalogue deck. The scarf was neatly folded, the words written in Terezi's blood hidden by the fold. John hadn't wanted to see them after it had hit him that the colourful liquid was indeed troll blood. "Here you go, Karkat!" He hand the scarf to the troll, not thinking about it until an intense feeling of dread settled of him.

Karkat must have felt it too, because he hesitated in taking the scarf, his grip loosening slightly. They stayed like that for a moment, trying to figure out what they were doing wrong. As soon as Karkat realized that he was staring, he took the scarf. "I'll bring it right fucking back, okay Fuckass?"

John didn't know why, but replied with a smile. "Don't worry, Karkat."

Karkat frowned, confusedly. "Egbe-"

"AHAHAHAHAHA-"

"Wha-"

Then John was sent sprawling by a flying English. The helmeted boy had hit him in his side, clearly having known who his target was.

John's glasses had slipped off and he could only see blurs. He pushed himself up with his arms, coughing. 'Seriously?' He thought, frowning. Then he twitched as he was enveloped in a white light.

That had been a key word.

Apparently.

Shit.

'I thought I could control this-'

John could vaguely hear the others shouts of panic at the scene, they couldn't lose one of their fighters before this big battle.

'I'll come right back, don't worry.' John thought as he appeared in a new place, a new time.

Without his glasses, he couldn't make out anything about this new place. He could make out a vague outline of a person in front of him.

"H-hi…?" He tentatively said, sitting up on his knees.

He didn't have time to react before the trident was in his stomach, pinning him to the wall behind him. He slumped as his vision began to fade.

A voice quietly sounded to the figures scattered about the room.

"Do we have another of those lovely red crowns? Their mind controller has disappeared, I doubt she will return before this boy can cause extreme….

"Chaos." A sharp-toothed mouth grinned in the dim light, but John couldn't see it. He was already dead.

...

Jake wasn't really part of the group, per say, he was just listening to the trolls speaking with each other as he fixed his helmet. The thing had been damaged in... Well, actually he couldn't remember when it got damaged. He didn't even know he still had it, quite honestly.

The wires had been torn when a chunk of the metal had been ripped away, leaving Jake to have to figure out how the wires connect. They had not been colour coded. Fun.

The voice of Terezi drifted over, "…won't give it to me, I need you to get it."

Karkat gave a loud reply, "Why do you want it so fucking badly. It's a bloody fucking scarf."

"It'll help me figure out my supposed 'powers'! I won't lick your face anymore if you help me." The lady troll replied as Jake put another wire together. The wire 'connected' with its other half through Jake's finger, shocking him.

"OH-…Bollocks." He stuck his finger in his mouth, attempting to alleviate the pain.

The trolls didn't notice his momentary pain, continuing their conversation.

Karkat sighed, sounding like the world was on his shoulders. "Fine, whatever. I'll fucking get it for you, don't hate me if this just makes you more disappointed in yourself." Jake assumed the troll had walked off at this point.

He thinks the wires had gotten crossed at some point, but he was too close to finishing to care.

At first, he had contemplated asking Dirk for help, but he had been so tired of being everyone's burden. He was going to fix this damn thing himself if it killed him. He was that serious.

Terezi apparently noticed his presence, making her way towards him. She said nothing as she sat down beside him and listened to him work.

Jake smiled, but didn't say anything either. Taking ahold of the last wire, he placed the ends together, his face lighting up as the helmet thrummed to life. "Glad I didn't botch this up…."

Terezi frowned, "Should it be buzzing like that." She leaned closer to the helmet, sniffing it.

"I believe it's okay." He said, lifting the helmet over his head. "I'm going to test it out, make sure I didn't cock it up even more." Pulling the helmet onto his head, he checked the basic functions. He started up pesterchum. He needed that the most out of anything he could use with the helmet.

"I think you should let someone else check it-…." Terezi started, not at all liking the buzzing being emitted by the helmet. She was cut off by Jake stiffening as he stopped speaking into the microphone. "Jap-Jake?"

Jake had been checking if he could send a message, choosing a random friend from the list, Jane, he was phrasing a message. He was cut off by a sudden pressure on his eyes and the back of his head. "Wha-…"

Then, everything turned beautiful.

He suddenly realized why Lord English wanted to control everything, why he wanted to cause destruction. He understood everything: The reason why Caliborn killed his sister, the reason why he wanted to kill practically everyone...

The reason why chaos seems to be the centre of his life.

Jake wanted to help.

He wanted to cause extreme mayhem.

He wanted-

"Jake?" The voice of the blind lady troll seeped into his thoughts. Suddenly, he knew exactly what to do. He had looked at her, eyes trailing behind her to where his ecto-relative was talking to the shouty male troll.

Jake English stared for a moment before standing and smiling even wider. He ran and leaped into his ecto-relative's side, laughing as he did so. He took hold of the boy's ankle, willing John to use his transportation powers, hoping that he did.

The only word that he let pass through his mind was 'English.'

As soon as he knew that John had transported him as well, Jake let go of his ecto-relative's ankle.

Just as he knew he would, Jake appeared right in from of "Jack English." The two Englishs knew what to do, both having been instructed about what to do in this situation.

Jake ended up as the only English currently making his way back to where his frien- Back to where those trolls and humans resided.

He was going to make sure they paid for insulting him.

He was going to destroy them.

It will be bloody marvelous.

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Notes:

So, I may not be the best writer, nor the most descriptive, but I present thee with a Homestuck story. I hope you like it!

It's my first Homestuck story, so I'd like some feedback.

I know many of the characters are OOC, as you will see in l8ter chapters, but as I said, first Homestuck stories.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

-Link