The blond haired boy named Dave Strider made his way into the high school of Skaia High. There was a 16 oz. coffee cup in his right hand and an apple turnover in his left. He did not care that he was ten minutes late to his first class of the day. Not like that ever really mattered anyway in this school, since every teacher in the school seemed to only be there for the paychecks.

Dave's gait was long with each step he took even though he was in no hurry to get to his first class of the day. To be honest, the main reason he was running late was because his best guy friend in the entire world was sick. The blond had visited the nerd kid earlier this morning with a can of Campbell's Chicken Noodle soup, a bottle of orange juice, and a few DVD's that he found good enough to watch.

John told Dave that it was just his allergies, but Dave insisted his friend to stay home, and that he would pick up John's homework.

The male walked into the office while he took the final bite of the pastry. "Good morning, Ms. K," Dave greeted with a sly grin on his face.

The aging woman looked up at the cool kid from her rectangular shaped glasses and a pen in her mouth. She plucked the pen out of her mouth, rest it on the table, and replied in return, "Good morning, Dave. You've been late three days this week. I can't keep writing notes for you to get out of tardies. You know that."

She pushed a strand of red hair behind her ear as she took out another slip of green paper to write Dave a note when the cool kid stopped her with a clearing of his throat. "Actually, I'm not here for that. I need to get homework for John Egbert. He's been sick for three days, and today, and I told him I would get him his homework. He's really sick."

She stopped in her tracks then she took out another green sheet of paper. "Okay, I'll have you take this to his teachers then you can take this to him. Don't you worry about it. I know you have decent grades. I'll mark you absent. Only this one time since you're a senior," Ms. Killarney promised with a smile.

John Egbert laid in the bed while staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought. The boy sat up to look at the paraphernalia that his best friend had left for him on the table to his right. He thought it was sweet of Dave, but he wasn't really sick. He just hadn't been feelings mentally well for the past few days. It was as if there was a shadow behind him, speaking to him, every so often.

Sometimes, John would be enjoying lunch at school when a soft whisper would tickle his ear, "Stab them all. Slit their throats. They're all bad. All except Dave."

He would glance down at the utensil in his hand and think about all the endless possibilities of this object. What he could use it for. Where he could stab someone. Maybe even the way a spoon could ladle out an eyeball, or the way a fork could rake down someone's throat. Yet, the thought of hurting Dave was never on his mind.

Many online researches pinpointed to him being a yandere, which wasn't what he was. He was not obsessed with Dave Strider, exactly. He just loved Dave with his whole heart, and Dave did not deserve to be hurt unlike their friends. Karkat was one of them.

Karkat was constantly, low-key, flirting with the blond cool kid behind John's back, or that's what it felt like. What Karkat didn't know was that Dave and him had movie nights every Friday together. After the movie credits would be scrolling down, the two would be asleep on the couch curled under a warm blanket together, and Saturday morning, Dave would eat breakfast with John and spend the entire day playing games and watching movies. Dave would go home around eleven or so, leaving John with a hammering heart and rose petal colored cheeks. Dave was perfect.

The raven haired boy reached over in his nightstand, opened a drawer, and pulled out a journal. He opened it up once he had placed on his lap, flipping through the pages with nimble fingers.

John tapped at his chin gently and began to write down a new thought. A new plan. A plan that would surely work so long as a blond haired boy would play along. That was the only problem. The main problem to many of his plans. His assistant may not want to play along. If he didn't then John would be ultimately screwed, because everyone would turn on him, even Dave.

He shut the journal when he heard footsteps coming towards his bedroom door. It had to be Dave. His dad was at the bakery until seven tonight. The blue eyed boy immediately put the journal in the drawer, shut it, and laid back down on the bed right as the door opened.

"'Ey, Egbert," a sweet voice filled John's ears. That sweet voice that would one day belong to only him and no one would ever hurt him again.

"Hey, Dave," John greeted in return. He gave a smile to Dave when the blond stepped into the room. Dave came over to the bed and sat down, holding a stack of papers. "They gave me everything, dude. I hope you're feeling better."

"I'm feeling much better already, Dave. Much better," John said with a sly grin. He took the stack of papers and sat them on the desk as he spoke, "We should watch something. That would really help."

"Sure. I don't mind," Dave said. He crawled onto the bed after peeling away the red chucks to reveal pink colored Hello Kitty socks.

Dave sat beside John right away, propping himself up on the bed while John turned Netflix on his PS4. John slowly leaned his head over so it was resting on Dave's shoulder, smiling eagerly.

Tomorrow was the day. The day John would start his plan titled: Davey 3