Edit: 10/9/12
Everyone clap your yaoihands together in anticipation - FLUFF NO! Yaoihands are not allowed in the Author's Notes. Anyway, thank you so much for your patience as I re-wrote this stupid fanfic that is probably not worth your time. I would like to thank my new Beta FatalFluff for sitting and listening to me rant about my ideas for this lame story.
I have recently come across a website called AO3 or respectivly Archive Of Your Own and I plan on re-posting the edited version of this fanfiction on there once I receive my invitation, or if this fanfiction becomes compromised under the "second-point-of-view" story line rules.
Many Homestuck fanfictions have become prey under it, and I plan on continue it either way ;3
I do not own Homestuck
== Author: Be a nincompoop.
The author would prefer to not be recognized as anything but utterly intelligent in regards to being introduced, which she most certainly is. Instead, she would rather like to begin the story in which an obviously normal girl…well as normal as any socially deprived teenager could be - turns out to be anything but normal.
== Enter Name.
You find the endless squabble of ridiculous names with an imaginary log in box to be absolutely absurd, and an insult to your intelligence, so you instead ignore the command, and leave the readers clueless.
Wait…people are reading about your life? How incredibly stalkerish - but you will ignore it for the sake of continuing the plot.
You are sitting in your vacant bedroom - vacant meaning a shabby mattress and piles of useless junk cluttering various corners. Your laptop is nestled on your folded legs as you spin lazily in your favorite, rusted office chair in the single bare area of your room. A trail of smoke twists eerily from the tip of a suspiciously lumpy object hanging from your mouth.
You stoically type a one-sided conversation into your pesterchum box, hoping that your young friend, John Egbert, will be kind enough to answer.
-voidSoverign [VS] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 3:27-
VS: Hey John
VS: Are you awake
VS: I am incredibly bored
VS: The fact that you are not talking to me right now doesnt particularly help my situation much
VS:
VS: Hello?
VS: Do you plan on answering any time soon
EB: no.
VS: Well there you are
EB: its three in the morning.
EB: you should be asleep.
VS: You should as well
VS: But it doesnt seem to be that way
EB: that's probably because the computer woke me up.
VS: Oh you can spare a few minutes
EB: i guess...
EB: did you plan on talking about anything in particular?
VS: For once
VS: I actually did
VS: So
VS: I was talking to the Mr Dickmonger earlier
EB: uh oh.
EB: whenever you talk to dave, something bad tends to happen. and i'm not over exaggerating here.
VS: Really?
EB: yeah.
VS: Anyway
VS: John dear would you be honest with me?
EB: of course!
VS: Do you think i am particularly unappealing?
EB: you mean ugly?
VS: Yes
EB: no! did dave say that?
VS: Not in context but he hinted at it briefly
EB: you do realize he's never even seen you, right?
VS: I
VS: I guess i hadnt thought about that
EB: besides, your hair is pretty awesome looking.
VS: But its GREY
For a moment, one of your hands leave the keyboard to stroke a loose lock of hair hanging over your shoulder, a grimace of disgust on your lips. You wish for a moment that it was a normal shade, like John's black tresses, and not resembling an old woman's. Paired with your pale skin...well it wouldn't be bad if children didn't believe you to be some form of Twilight reject.
Which you most certainly are not.
EB: so? its cool.
EB: i might just dye my hair to flaunt it's coolness.
VS: Haha
VS: It's cool is it?
VS: It seems ive been outwitted by a child.
EB: you're only a year older than me.
VS: But you are still a child none the less
EB: if you still plan on coming over tomorrow, then you need to go to sleep. and put the pot down, you wont get to sleep until you do.
VS: How could you possibly know what I was doing?
EB: you sound smart right now.
VS: Well excuse me for being intelligent
EB: jk haha. just go to bed.
VS: Okay mother
VS: And John
VS: Happy birthday hun
EB: thanks, rory!
-ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering voidSoverign [VS] at 3:42-
Well shoot.
It seems your cover has been blown, and your identity revealed. You had sought so hard to hide it from your potential stalkers, but with the metaphorical cat out of the bag, you suppose there is no reason to shroud your identity.
Your name is RORY DELMON. As it is previously mentioned, you occasionally enjoy smoking REEFER, but only when the occasion is stressing enough. As it had been previously mentioned, it is the early morning of John's BIRTHDAY, but you have refused to sleep. You live on top of a MOUNTAIN, surrounded by woods, and the closest civilization is the town in which John lives. You have many INTERESTS, one of which is ROCK CLIMBING, as well as PHOTOGRAPHING various objects that spur your interest. You find great joy in caring for your YOUNGER BROTHER John, despite the fact that you two are not related.
What should you do?