Hello, my fellow Homestuck fans! This is my second Homestuck story, and hopefully it's quite original :) Now, I will warn you and say it's an OCXCharacter story, so if you don't roll that way, please hit the back button and presume your search for the right fanfic for you.
Any who, I will go ahead and put up quick OC bios for you all to refer to, if you are interested:
Suki Brooks: (Note that "Suki" is not her real name). She is a friendly 16-year-old with a friendly, yet sarcastic personality. She has a very big lazy side to her, and technology is definitely not her best friend. She has longish-curly brown hair and green eyes, and loves to dress casually no matter where she is.
Adam Harris: A some-what shy young man with a big heart. He tends to worry a lot over the littlest of things, and due to his shyness he doesn't seem to get out very much and tends to keep only in-school relationships. He has short black hair and hazel colored eyes, tends to dress kinda nerdy, and is covered in freckles. Like his best friend, he is 16 years old.
Anya Martin: A charismatic 16-year-old who has a bitchy side she is not afraid to show. She can be quite stubborn, although is a very loyal friend. She has bright blonde hair that spikes up in the back, as well as bright blue eyes. (Note: Anya is not my OC, but is my friend's, Musoka-Chan7497)
As you can see, I will be changing the ages a tad just to fit with the story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
WARNINGS: This story will include a lot of bad language (Mostly because of Karkat and Gamzee's colorful vocabulary), incredible stupidity among friends (as it should be), lack of yaoi (oh no we are all gonna die) and possible sexual themes later on (however, if they do occur, they will be quite mild, as it should be for a T rating).
"You can't do this to me."
"Oh, I think I can."
"Please, I thought you loved me."
"I do, but it has to be done."
"No, I- AH!" She screams as the blankets are removed from her body, exposing her to the dreadfully bright lights that had been turned on. Her eyes, even though they hadn't opened quite yet, were already squinting as her arms shot up to cover her face.
"The light, it burns!" She cries out dramatically, kicking her legs out like a child. The figure standing beside her bed was not amused.
"Suki, I don't have time for this. Get up now," the older woman, her mother, says in a irritant tone. The younger girl, known as Suki, slowly opens her eyes, although she is temporarily blinded by the dreadful light. Her mother had already left the room leaving the door wide open. Suki could only lay there in her bed, terribly comfortable in the time being.
But of course, she was going to have to get up if she was ever going to get to school on time.
She certainly was a sight to see in the morning. Her long hair was literally sticking up at all angles, full of knots that were going to be quite painful brushing out. Bags were clearly seen under her eyes, and her pajamas were in a complete wreck from her constant tossing and turning throughout the night.
Her morning routine, however, carried on as if nothing was wrong. Although she was half asleep the young teenager was still able to make herself a bit of breakfast, mostly consisting of stale cereal and milk, and proceeded to actually brush her hair out. With her hair free of knots and her teeth brushed afterwards, the girl manages to throw on a respectably clean sweatshirt and a pair of worn-out jeans.
Absolute perfection.
"Suki, come on already," her mother called impatiently from the bottom of the stairs. She was tapping her foot, checking the time on her watch. She had to get to work, and until her daughter got off her lazy butt to get her license, she always had to take the school detour. The woman looks up just as her daughter was coming downstairs, walking down slowly and with caution. Her eyes were directed into the phone she had in her hand, her thumbs moving swiftly among the screen. Her mother simply rolled her eyes, and grabbed hold of her daughters wrist to pull her towards the door.
"Hey! I was texting someone!" Suki cries out, barely having enough time to grab her backpack that was sprawled beside the front door with the way her mother was rushing her out.
"You will get a chance to talk to them when you are at school. Now hurry up, I don't want to be late," the older woman says as she shuts the front door behind her. Suki mumbled under her breath, throwing her backpack over her shoulder.
Then the way to school was the same as it usually was. The short drive with that little bit of traffic in between with other parents dropping their kids off. Suki pouted in her seat, still incredibly tired from the lack of sleep she got- ten hours was simply not enough, according to most teenagers today.
Then the rest of her morning would begin. Her mother would drop her off and Suki would enter the large, bland building most people would call a "School." She would pass by her classmates, the upperclassmen, and the underclassmen in the thin hallways. She would try her best not to brush shoulders with them, but unfortunately it was a failing attempt. Eventually she would make it to her locker, where she would see two people that she would actually want to talk to.
"Hey guys," she would say cheerfully as she would approach. The two would look over at her and smile.
One of these people was her best friend, Anya. She was always the one Suki could find in a crowd, due to her crazy, spiked blond hair. She was leaning on the lockers, chatting away with with the young man, who was also by the locker. This young fellow was known as Adam, and he while he was a good friend of Suki's, although not quite the best. He was nodding to what Anya was talking about, but the way his nose was in his phone it was obvious he wasn't listening too closely.
"Hey Suki," Anya greets, while Adam merely muttered a formal "Hello." Suki raises a brow, standing on her toes to look over his shoulders.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, barely getting a glance at the screen as Adam pulls the phone away. He stuffs it in the pocket of his khaki pants, frowning at her.
"None of your business " He says, giving her a sharp look. Suki put her hands up, in a way to mock his sudden hostility. Anya rolled her eyes as a result.
"He won't admit that he's addicted to Homestuck," she says bluntly, giving the nerd a sly smile.
"I am not," He says, frowning at the blonde. It was now Suki's turn to roll her eyes as she opened up her locker.
"Jegus, you act like it's a crime to like it or something," she says.
"Jesus, you mean."
"No, Jegus. It's a Homestuck thing you should know, dude," Suki replies as she literally throws her backpack into her locker. Adam gives her quite the frown as he pulls his phone back out and continues to browse around. Anya leans in close to her friend.
"If you're wondering, he's reading the third act of Homestuck," she whispers. Suki giggled a bit, taking out a fairly large binder. Take notice that not only was it thick with notes, but the cover had been doodled on with sharpie of various characters and little shapes she created. It's obviously the binder of a very productive student.
"Then why is he acting like he's watching porn or something? It's not like Homestuck is a crime to like," she says. Adam looked up.
"Well, it's not like it's a very cool thing to like either," he says. Anya gives him a sly look.
"That shouldn't effect you too much then."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Adam mutters, taking note of her hidden insult. Before either of the three speaks another word, the bell decides to ring, signaling that it is time for homeroom.
The friends were lucky that they all shared homeroom, because it was much more fun starting the day off with one another. It was unfortunate that this was the only time of the day they all had together besides the lunch period. But that really isn't the point here.
After battling and shoving the other students to get to homeroom on time, Adam makes an important discovery as he continues to wonder through the MS paint adventure pages.
"Hey, have you guys checked this out yet?" he asks, looking up at his two other friends.
"Checked what out? Oh my Gog, is there a new update?" Suki says, her eyes widening in excitement. Anya patted her friend on the shoulder.
"Suki, Hussie is at Comic Con this weekend. He isn't going to be updating anything."
"Oh yeah. Dammit..."
"I'm not talking about the Comic Con thing," Adam says, sounding a bit frustrated. He then takes a deep breath to chill out a bit. "I was talking about this new Adopt-A-Troll thing that's going on."
"Adopt-a-troll?" Anya and Suki say simultaneously. Adam cringes.
"Guys, you know how much I hate it when you do that-"
"Just tell us what Adopt-a-troll is," Anya says impatiently.
"Okay okay!" Adam grumbles. "It says here that Hussie is doing this thing where you can bid on your favorite troll, and if you win the bid, then they get to live with you for a year."
"Really? That's so cool," Suki says enthusiastically. Anya raises a brow at the brunette.
"Um, actually it's not-"
"Everyone please take your seats, I need to take attendance," the teacher, Ms. Thomas, calls out to all of her rowdy students. Since she is typically a crabby teacher when instructions are not followed, the students immediately take their seats, and their talking was now reduced to whispers. The three friends take their seats in the desks in the back, with Suki sitting between the two. Anya leans over, keeping her voice low.
"Like I was saying, that is a really stupid idea," She whispers. Now it was Suki's turn to raise a brow.
"How is that not cool? You live with your favorite troll for a whole year!" she says.
"Suki, you do realize that these aren't the real trolls, right? It's just going to be just a bunch of random cosplayers who are dressed like the trolls."
"Actually, it says here that these are legit and not some losers in a costume," Adam chimes in. Anya leaned forward on her desk a bit to make it easier to glare at the boy. Adam looked at her back, and then shut up as he went back to his reading.
"That's what I thought," she mutters. "And really Suki, do you really want some creepy cosplayer living in your house for a year?" Suki shrugs, still smiling.
"I don't know about a whole year, but I think it would be cool to experience. I wonder if they are good cosplayers," She taps a finger on her chin at the thought.
"Either way it would just be a waste of money. Let the crazy Homestuckers have all the fun with that," Anya says with an eye roll. Suki smacks her hand on her desk lightly.
"You know what? We should try and go for it! How cool would it be to say that we have trolls at our house?" She pauses for a second. "Okay, well the way I said that makes it just sound retarded, but it would still be so cool."
"Okay, I can already see a couple of problems with that idea though," Adam started. "Unlike you guys, I hardly know who any of the trolls are. Secondly, my parents and I would never want a creep wearing horns to stay in our house for an entire year."
"For once I'm with Mr. Tight-wad there."
"Hey!"
"It's just a dumb idea for Hussie to make a quick few bucks," Anya says, leaning back in her seat a bit. "Like he did with those idiots who payed ten thousand dollars to get their fan trolls in the comic. I mean, they do realize that Hussie won't keep them in very long? When they actually show up, they aren't going to last more then ten pages, at the most anyway."
"Wait, are you saying that two people paid ten thousand dollars to get their OCs in the story?" Adam asks in astonishment. While the two engaged in a hushed conversation about the stupidity of some fans, Suki was already coming up with a list of things she was going to do with her troll when he would show up.
Oh yeah. She is going to do it, no matter what her friends say.
Seriously though, who would pay that much just to get their fan trolls a few seconds in the comic? Such a waste of good money too.
Anyway, the first chapter wasn't the most interesting, but hopefully by the second chapter I can get started on the real story :D Just think of this as a little prologue to what is coming up next.
Feedback is always appreciated!