[This is a tale set in the universe of Homestuck. Homestuck is owned by Andrew Hussie, along with all associated characters and locations. Please enjoy, and welcome to Hell.]
-- [S] Rise, Soul of Doom -
-ify!
John looked around the new area he had transported himself to. It was Skaia, but not his Skaia. Yes, the bodies of brave soldiers of Derse and Prospit were strewn across the checkerboard landscape. However, the feeling in this place was different. He gently landed upon a hillside, noticing a figure in the distance. He walked towards it slowly, unsure whether it was friend or foe. The individual sat on the cliff, absorbed in the scenery. His presence sent shivers down Egbert's spine. John knew just by looking at this person that he was not a person to be joked with. He or she was a figure of some sort of pain, anguish that eminated from the self like the steam of water sizzling off skin.
Before John could speak, the figure stood up and held out his hand. A mystic staff ifyed into his hand. This had to be an Sburb player.
"State your name." His tone was soft and serious.
"John Egbert... What's yours?" The figure turned toward him. Under the hood was a worn and soot-smeared face. His hair Cobain-ish hair was brown and shined in the sunlight as he removed his hood. His eyes were gunmetal, dull from pain yet sharp from experience and wisdom. His stature was slightly built, but thin giving him an almost Christ-like figure. His ensemble was that of a Doom character, but no aspect that John had ever seen.
"Chris... You're new here, John. Not of this session." It was clear that Chris knew his session well.
"Oh, yea. I kinda just 'poof' and... heh..." John shrugged awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. Chris turned away, looking back at the vast vista beyond him.
"Welcome to Hell, John. This is a place of lost souls... Myself one."
"But, you're alive." John seemed surprised. It was the same defeatest tone he himself had when Rose had died. But this seemed more realistic... None of his teammates seemed to be around.
"It's a too bad only three of us survived... Maddy's up in Prospit helping with repairs and Bob... He's long gone."
"What happened?" Chris glanced back at John. John gave him a slight smile as he turned towards the Heir.
"Sit. I'll tell you everything that happened, sans getting the game. We'll start in the game, get to where things really went down." John took a seat on a nearby rock, and Chris stood in front of him. The sun shone behind him, making him look like a savior or a prophet. He cleared his throat and looked up into the Skaian sky beyond John.
"The session was doomed to begin with..."
- End Chapter I-
[If you want more of this story, just send a comment of a review my way. I might continue with this, telling the sad tale of a doomed session. Again, tip o' the hat to our god and destroyer Andrew Hussie, owner of all things Homestuck. Thanks for reading!]