You wake up with a yawn and put your shades on. You then trudge over to your bedroom door, passing your turn tables and piles of empty bottles of AJ, but, as usual, you get distracted by pesterchum, no one can get enough of the ironically coolness that is Dave, yourself. You grab your phone and slouch back into your chair and open up pesterchum, which is going insane.
EctoBiologist begin pestering TurntechGodhead
EB: dave!
EB: this is serious!
EB: dave!
EB: i really need your help!
TG: Okay, okay! Calm your tits
TG: What's up?
EB: there are these... things
TG: Things?
EB: they are everywhere!
EB: i dont know what they are!
TG: What in the literal fuck
Just then you hear scratches at the door, curious you move closer. There are faint moans, then pesterchum rings, the moans are louder and the scratches transform into pounding.
"What in the actual fuck?!" you think to yourself.
You back up and grab some crappy records and your broken sword then inch toward the door and place a hand on the knob. You turn it ever so slightly and, all of a sudden, you are being pushed by the door opening from the outside! While behind the "safety" of the door you check out what- who these are, invading your personal space and Dave-time. That's when you notice one of the things crawling on your floor it seems to be... sniffing? Automatically your mind shifts to Terezi. How you haven't talked since the session ended and everything was reset. How you miss her laugh and awesome shades. Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel cold hand on your knee and inches away from your own is another face, the face is... is dead. One eye missing, the right one, nose almost falling off, pools of green drool oozing out of the open mouth, you scream and shove your sword through the center of their eyes and they fall limp on the ground, letting out a high pitched groan. Breathing heavier than normal you get up, pull your sword out, and check pesterchum.
EB: DAVE THEY ARE HEREEE
EB: DAAAAVEE
EB: DAVE PLEASE
EB: THEY- THEY GOT MY DAD
EB: dave...
EB: GOD NO
EB: DAVE
EB: dave?
Fuck. Guess you are really freaking him out. You decide to respond before you meet him at his place.
TG: Dude I'm fine
TG: as I said, calm your tits
TG: I had to go all motherfucking assassin on those fucks
TG: little fuckers never saw it coming
TG: What are they anyway?
TG:dude?
TG: Alright well I'm heading over to your place now
TG: dont go killing yourself okay?
TurntechGodhead ceased petering EctoBiologist
You are freaking out, but have a reputation to maintain so you calmly grab your weaponry and look for bro.
You don't see him anywhere, he must be out. You begin walking to the entrance of your apartment and hear those things... You have a half second mental breakdown and then proceed to the entryway. The sounds of growling and ripping flesh grow louder, you freak when you see a trail of blood leading to a group of those things. They are eating something... someone? Your mind turns to the worse and you think that might be your bro, getting his face eaten off. Tears swell in your eyes and you begin throwing records at the monsters, aiming for their heads, each record pierces their skulls and they fall limp. You slowly walk to where they were and see they were just fighting over a crow, relieved you pull records from each of the things and walk out and head towards Johns place.
The streets are empty, it's like a ghost town. Creepy. On the way there is a park, you decide to cut through to save you time. There is a little blonde chick with bunny slippers and a rabbit that looks close to johns sack of shit that he cherishes so much. She is walking in the opposite direction of you.
"Hey girl, its not safe here," she must not have heard you, so you speak up, "Hey!" at this she turns around. You are taken aback by her. She seems to only be ten or eleven years old, but the left side of her mouth is completely torn off, her eyes dont have that spark of life any longer, they are a dull pale blue and the pupil is almost gone, her cornea is pinkish-reddish instead of pure white. She sniffs the air and then walks toward you, getting faster and faster with each step- er uhh limp. You stumble backward and fall on your butt, you pull out your sword and hold it up but you cant seem to bring your self to your feet. She is dangerously close, all of a sudden a gunshot rings out. The girl's forehead now has a huge gash and dark- almost black- blood now covers her face, she falls limp on the ground, unmoving. I look up and see a girl- rifle at ready- with long, black hair. Black curls are framing her face and her large, round glasses. She looks down and gives you the faintest buck-toothed smile.
"Are you okay?" she says.
"Of course I am, Harley!" you put your sword away and look at the girl Jade just shot and sigh, "what are you doing here?"
"Same as you, on my way to see if John is okay!" she lowers her gun, "your welcome, by the way"
"oh yeah... Thanks I guess"
You stand there in silence for a little while before you break the silence, "we should get going." you state. She nods and leads the way with rifle at ready.
*girly shriek*
It's here!
Chapter One of The Walking Homestuck!
*more girly squeals*
Any questions or comments please leave a review! Thanks for reading and expect frequent updates! I love both of these comics/fandoms/shows so this was like my best idea EVER! Haha
It will switch POVs (but I wont tell who, you need to figure that out by reading) each chapter. Okay I'm done! Thanks again for reading and please leave a review! BAIII
