Sadstuck Drabbles
Fanbase: Homestuck
Rating: T. Everything I do is T.
Summary: A few little Sadstuck drabbles. I may add on to this, but for now I'm leaving it labeled as complete. These are pretty old too, lol, I don't really know how good they are. They seem fine to me, but I wrote 'em, so. Actually, I'm not sure how sad these are. They certainly aren't happy though. More angst, I guess?
Disclaimer: I don't own Homestuck, and I don't own 'Mad World', which is the song that inspired the first drabble.
Dave Strider is twenty-five years old. He lives on his one in a shitty one-room apartment in Dallas, Texas. He wakes up at five in the morning to attend his dead-end job. He has been doing this every day for years. He has no family, no friends. He used to, but-
He is the only one who survived.
Every single fucking day, he sees the faces of his best friends, and his brother. But the second he blinks, they're gone, replaced with the expressionless null of the crowd.
Dave comes home from his shitty job and sits on the roof with his swords and his whisky, hoping one will finally kill him. Of course, no dice.
Dice. Huh. John used to like a girl with lots of dice-
John.
Tears blur Dave's vision. John. His very best friend, the only one he'd ever loved.
Dave Teeters dangerously, and for a split second he thinks he'll fall to his death. Instead, he falls backward, clacking his head against the cement. Dave groans and throws the empty whisky bottle over the side of the building.
He trudges back downstairs, red sneakers scuffing on the steps. He pauses to almost vomit on the stairs, but holds it in until he reaches his apartment. Dave stumbles to the bathroom, gagging. His vomit is alcohol and stomach acid.
Dave Strider slinks to his room shortly after, praying for a dreamless sleep. Or, if he does dream, he hopes it's one in which he dies. Those are his favorites.
Tomorrow, he'll do it all again.
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Dave can hear the sound of the piano, even after all these years. There will never be a time that he doesn't shed a tear.
He had always been told his eyes were brilliant on their own - the bluest blue anyone had ever seen. John thought they looked so much better with red to go along.
Sometimes, John wakes up to Dave's breathy, sobbing screams. "John!" he'll yell. "Jade! Rose! Bro!No, please, come back!"
John will always be there to shake Dave from his nightmares, but never knows how to answer when Dave asks, "Is he there?"
Aaaaaaannnnnn dyeah.