TurntechGodhead started pestering ectoBiologist at 6:00 pm-
TG: hey man sup
EB: hey dave..
EB: im feeling pretty sick right now
EB: maybe i can talk to you later?
TG: hell nah
TG: why are you sick
TG: tell doctor strider
EB: dave.. ive just been really nauseous lately
EB: ive been throwing up
EB: i think its because of dads cakes
EB: they have gotten even sweeter than before!
EB: ugh..
TG: what you've been hurling
TG: maybe you should go to a doctor
TG: i don't know this sounds pretty serious
EB: i thought you were a doctor, dave!
TG: shit
TG: ya caught me
TG: well man
TG: have you just tried sleepin or some shit like that
EB: i cant sleep!
EB: I have to keep puking
EB: but.. im feeling better
EB: just really dizzy now
EB: very dizzy…
TG: uhm
EB: davee its heyrd to tipe
TG: what hell man
TG: please don't be turnin into roxy
TG: i cant stand readin her messages
TG: they give me a brain ache
TG: yeah I just said brain ache
TG: shit be gettin real here
TG: brb looking through my ironic dictionary
TG: nope not in there
TG: see what you do to me
TG: you made me made me make up a dumb word
TG: it aint even ironic
TG: dude
TG: you there
TG: john
TG: hey
TG: man youre worrying me here
TG: its been forever
TG: dude are you there
TG: please don't tell me youre dead
TG: i am sick of seeing dead johns all over the place
TG: dude cut the crap
TG: are you ok
TG: please
TG: im coming over
TG: its not too late right
TG: youre dad at work
TG: ok
TG: see ya
TurntechGodhead ceased pestering ectoBiologist at 8:28 pm-
You are Dave Strider and you are very worried about your friend, just ignoring you like that. Was he ignoring you? He may be getting real sick again. But, Gog, you're his best bro and shit you need to look after him. Especially, after all this mayhem after the game.
He might need you.
After trudging through all the snow, you smile internally to yourself. You finally made it to his house and you are very proud of your decision to move to Washington for once. At least, you're closer to the derp.
You knock on the door once, then twice, then three times, then four, and five, and eighty times. There is still no answer. It wasn't like you weren't knocking loud enough, because wow, it probably sounded like an avalanche from in there.
But, with your heart racing and your mind racing, you really start to worry. John was here, right? Maybe he's upstairs and just cant here you? Maybe, he's just sleeping…really heavily. Too heavily. Oh God!
"Dammit, Egbert. I'm gonna fuckin' kill you for not lettin' me in when it's the North Pole out here. Shit's gonna get real."
Though, as you spoke to yourself, you refused to accept the deep tremble in your voice. You're just worried about it him, it's not like he's dead or anything. Right..
You sighed, and tried the knob to see if it would budge, though it hadn't.
" Fuck.." you exhaled out of your frostbitten lips. That damn Egbert will surely pay.
Oh wait… maybe they had a hidden key, under the mat?
You bent down only to find no mat.
Maybe above the door?
You reached up, and there it was. A small key.
You finally had unlocked the door and came trudging in, anger at its finest. Though, no one could be Karkat at that, but you're pretty damn close.
The house was filled with the smell of fresh cake, even though it's probably been hours since the cake was made. It just always kept that fresh sugary scent. It smelt like…chocolate.
= Stop. You have no time for cake. NONE.
You then resist the urge to gorge yourself into the elder's baking desserts and head upstairs to John's bedroom. Maybe afterwards you could get yourself a slice of cake, or two.
Though, as you make it to John's bedroom door, you hear a faint….chuckle? The hell?
You knock a couple times and yell, "John, You in there? I'm sick of this pranking shit. It aint even real pranking, dude."
But, at that, the door was never opened once again. So, you desperately twisted the knob and aggressively shoved the door open. What you saw, would probably never make it's way out of your memory though.