It's perfectly acceptable to be afraid of monsters possibly residing in your closet or under your bed as a small child.

At this age, the worst that can happen is a couple of tears and soothing words from your parents. It's not like anyone would blame you for it; small children simply are like that and it's unheard of anyone who ever questioned this. Your mom or your dad will take peek in your closet or beneath your bed, tell you there is nothing like the nice, loving parents they are and next thing you know you're fast asleep. Small children can get away with this.

But at the age of sixteen, it's kinda ridiculous.

Because as a sixteen year old, you are expected to be sort of mature and to be past silly stuff like that, especially if you are male.
John Egbert was sixteen, loved programming things when he knew exactly that he sucked at this and was still afraid of monsters hiding in his room.

None of his few (read: three) friends knew of his irrational fear and he was being overly careful so that no one would discover this shameful secret of his; the teasing for his overbite, apparent 'derpiness' and nerd glasses was more than enough, no need to pour fuel into the fire. Of course he trusted his friends, but things like this almost always found one way or another into the school's newspaper. Or maybe he was being paranoid, whatever.

Every night proved to be an obstacle all over again and there was no way of knowing whether he would get some sleep tonight or not.

As expected, this particular Wednesday was not an exception from this. Today, John was certain he could take not a single night more without sleep as he had to keep shaking himself awake during dinner. His dad and sister Jade tried various times to get him to talk about why he was always so tired, but neither of them got anything out of him.

Wearily, he trudged up the stairs and headed straight for the bathroom, intend on going to bed early and catching up on as much sleep as possible. While getting ready, he noted how he subconsciously tried to be deliberately slow. 'Come on John, quit being such a baby...'

That was easier thought than done. In all honesty, there wasn't even a good reason why he should be harboring this fear, which only added to John's discomfort of the subject instead of easing his fright.

Before slipping into bed, he started his essential nightly routine. He crouched down and glanced under his bed, already knowing that he wouldn't find anything but checking anyway. Next, he got up in a standing position again, turning slowly towards the door of his closet.

Taking a calming breath, he strode confidently towards the door and opened it quickly. Just as he was about to sigh because, seriously there was no ghost or troll or giant squishy monster in there, as he noticed something.

There was someone sitting in his closet.

Someone. In his closet.

(No one would believe him this if he told them.)

To his relief (?), this did not appear to be a monster but a human being (?) staring up at him, albeit a rather strange one.

The weird, slightly ashen complexion and the messy black hair of this person brought out those yellow-golden irises in the creepiest of ways. The face was frozen in an expression of shock, which must resemble his own, John thought. Well, it wasn't that surprising, regarding the situation that probably neither of them had anticipated.

After a few moments of staring to get over the initial shock, the male person in the closet's face contorted in what seemed fury and with a raspy voice barked he at him "Stop staring, you sick fuck and close the goddamn door! Some people are trying to fucking sleep!"

To say John was a little traumatized would be an understatement. When he didn't react to the orders immediately, the figure on his floor glared at him and threw the closet door shut himself and a slightly muffled "Don't you dare tell anyone I'm here, you dipshit."

The black-haired teen backed away from the closet, placed his glasses on the bedside table and silently slipped into bed, still shocked beyond words. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, he briefly wondered why the hell he obeyed this strangers commands and if maybe it was incredibly stupid and naïve to fall asleep when there was someone potentially dangerous in his closet. Not to mention that his precious movies were stored in said closet. Those Nic Cage movies were sacred.

Sadly, this thought came a bit too late and not even seconds later, John was lost in a haze of weird dreams about trolls and zodiacs.

WhatheIdon'teven-

What. I don't know what I have done there. I only know that I've recently gotten into Homestuck (but I'm still not very far into the story, so don't go spoiling me. Please.), that I kinda like John and Karkat and that I was dying to write something for this fandom. This is probably proof of the theory that you should not listen to a really crack-y, creepy esoteric-song. Especially if your brother made you listen to it and when it's called "Jede Zelle meines Körpers ist glücklich", which translated means "Every cell of my body is happy".

There is another part to this. If you want me to.

Criticism is appreciated, I really want to hear your opinion and if I got the characters somehow.