A/N: So I should be working on my Hetalia stuff, AND I WILL BE. But I had to write this. Even though it is pretty bad. Like, a lot worse than I had hoped. But I want to share it anyway because I also like it. Enjoy.
Homestuck does not belong to me.
She looked around carefully as she walked through her home, a habit that she had never been able to explain before. But now she knew. Now, she understood. She walked past her large kitchen and noticed that alcohol was missing from its place on the shelf. She smiled in triumph and nodded her head, acknowledging that she had been right.
She reached the door that was at the end of the hallway she was walking down and entered it, walking past her bedroom into the adjoining room that served as her office. She sat down in front of her computer and searched the name DAVE STRIDER in her favorite search engine.
Many results popped up and she smiled for her one time friend, seeing that his silly webcomic back in the world she had once been a part of had been turned into a large movie franchise. He was probably living in luxury right now, raising the one who was once his older brother, teaching him the ways of irony. Oh the naivety. She shook her head ruefully, half wishing that she was still so naïve and ignorant. But no, she had been destined from the start to know more than the others. Though she swore to herself to proceed with caution, remembering what had happened last time she had assumed to know everything. This had happened. She had lost everything she knew, her mother, her friends, her past, everything.
She hesitated for a moment before entering the next name. JOHN EGBERT. She quelled the emotion that grew within her when she saw that he was dead. Beloved father and prankster. Could there have been a way to stop this? Could he still be alive if they had done something differently?
JADE HARLEY. Known for her affinity with flora. Beloved explorer and gardener, dead for about six years. Her as well? She had lost the majority of her friends in minutes! She calmed herself down, telling herself that she was being impractical. They had been dead for years; they just weren't her friends then.
She would do something about this. She would contact Strider. No. She couldn't. When the time came, everything would fall into place. It had to.
She had heard her daughter, her once mother, talking about a game that she was trying to talk her friend out of playing. Perhaps this was it? Perhaps this was her chance. Hadn't her own guardian been part of the game? So had John's grandmother and Jade's grandfather. They had all been there, meaning that if she stayed in the house at the time of entry into the Medium, she would enter as well. This time she would not be useless, she would enter prepared. She would find her friends and they would remember. The trolls should be there too, what was left of them that is.
No one would die this time. She would make sure of it. She looked at the time. 4:13pm. She had work to do and not much time to do it.