Hello, good peoples of the interwebs! As this is my first fanfiction, your patience, helpful advice, and kindness will be much appreciated. Thank you, and good day!
All characters and worlds not Homestuck are of my own invention. All Homestuck characters and places are the intellectual property of Andrew Hussie. I don't own any rights to Lego, Minecraft, or Terraria, either, but I'm much too lazy to list all of their respective owners.
The story is set directly after the Homestuck Bunch has won the game and entered their new universe.
The little blue-green planet, on its' first day in this universe, went largely unnoticed. This was because most people were rather preoccupied at the moment.
The apocalypse, you see, was nigh.
Again.
Our planet is named Entropy, and we don't think it likes us. Every so often, it decides a change of scenery is in order. This was the fifty-third time in its' recorded history that it had done so, and, much like the fifty-two times before it, the random shifting and cracking of the continents brought war and destruction around the world, swallowing countries whole, as refugees fled, chaos in their wake. Hundreds of thousands of people, not fast enough to escape, perished. Not all who stayed behind, however, were consigned to death; certain pockets of life survived the massive tremors. In a way, the wide scale of the quakes ensured their survival; spread over a wide area, much of the flora and fauna, as well as a few lucky buildings, clung tenaciously to their existences.
I and my younger brother were two of the lucky few to find ourselves in such a pocket, along with a number of, shall we say, eccentric acquaintances. We had managed to set up a workable base of operations for ourselves in a section of an abandoned motel, complete with plumbing (achieved via creative butchery of the less usable rooms) and a couple of small salvaged generators- one solar, one hand-cranked. Most importantly, however, the motel- named the Blue Spruce- had a store of canned and dried foods, enough to last until we could set up means of providing for ourselves. Of course, what really sold us on the place was its' working waffle maker.
You don't just pass up free waffles.
We still hadn't noticed the brand new celestial object. Give me a break, we were busy. The process of rigging up the plumbing took some trial and error; in fact, more of the latter than the former. (I promise we didn't MEAN to blow up that toilet; if anyone asks, it was like that when we got here.)
I also salvaged for myself an old, beat up laptop computer; I call it the 'Shocktop' for its' slightly distressing habit of randomly throwing out sparks from its' mangled disc port. It's a dingy green color; I'm not certain it was SUPPOSED to be that color, as I'm not entirely convinced that the substance coating it is actually paint, but I suppose that that's just gonna be how it is. The screen goes purple if you place it at the wrong angle, and it starts putting random pixels in strange places if its' leaned too far to the side.
I love it so much. Its' got Minecraft and Terraria on it. Jackpot.
... Maybe I ought to introduce myself. I'm called Jam- short for Jasmine Carmichael. Its' an old nickname that my kid brother gave me back when he was too little to pronounce 's' sounds. Somehow, it stuck. (Still, its' better than when the short phase in which he called me 'Jammin'.) I'm sixteen, reddish-brown haired, medium height, with grey eyes. (I have a clump of shorter hair in the back which sticks straight up, thanks to my dearest, darlingest, dangdest little brother and the 'Weed Whacker Incident'.) I like scavenger hunts, the occasional video game, and search-and-find books (I do, in fact, know exactly the elusive location of Waldo,) and I absolutely hate cauliflower. The things taste of cardboard and the broken dreams of children.
My brother's name is Bug, short for 'Bughford'. He hates his full name, and I can't really say I blame him. He's twelve, slightly shorter than I am, and has the same hair as I do, except shorter. He has hazel eyes, except the left one is much lighter than the right; he took an unfortunate blow to the head once as a small child, and for some reason his eye changed color. I... really don't know what the deal was with that. He enjoys legos and anything with caffeine in it. He dislikes snakes, and is claustrophobic. We only just found that out a few days ago, when he got left inside one of the side rooms while we were exploring the rest of the structurally sound rooms. It wasn't good.
Of course, now that we've been properly introduced, we can get on to business! You see, we eventually DID notice that new little blue-green planet- or, alternatively, we tripped right over it. Or tripped over a portal onto it, anyway. All I know is that yesterday, the Blue Spruce had a pool that we were PLANNING on cleaning out and using. It was very inconsiderate of it, really, to turn into a circular, glowing window into another world.
What was even MORE inconsiderate of it was when it started spitting out teenagers.
