Lulu: yo everyone~
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Lulu:...ok, so I've been neglecting my duties as a fanfiction writer...and for that I'm sorry...I got caught up in Homestuck and everything's been a big blur. Because of that, I have been trying to think of new ideas...and then I read UFUT (Unwanted Free Ugly Troll) by coldhope and Loophole by saccharineSylph...and now I'm added "Petstuck" to my list of obsessions...and then I made this. I recommend reading UFUT and Loophole, both of which are on archive of our own (which I can't post the link for...DARN YOU WEBSITE!) if you want to read them. Enjoy~
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN HOMESTUCK, BECAUSE THAT IS OWNED BY ANDREW HUSSIE, WHO VERY MUCH ENJOYS SINKING SHIPS. THE IDEA OF PETSTUCK IS OWNED BY coldhope, WHO MADE THE IDEA OF IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. MY STORY ISN'T GOING TO BE AN EXACT COPY OF UFUT OR LOOPHOLE. THE ONLY THINGS THAT I OWN IN THIS FANFIC ARE MY FOUR OCS (None of which are even in this chapter).
Lulu: Also, things in parenthesis...AKA these things ( ) are personal thoughts of the character currently in this chapter. so again, Enjoy~
Your name is Dave Strider, you're 21 years old, and you take a brief pause in your current situation to realize that you just did something stupid…and no, it isn't ironic enough for you to make up for it. It happened when you were coming home from work; you were slightly intoxicated, but mostly exhausted from working the night shift. You worked in a popular club as a DJ, something you were quite proud of, and you made a decent amount of money on it. You probably could put some extra hours in if you wanted to, but that would require interfering with your precious sleep, something you get very little of as is, especially with the pet - no, the troll (Dirk would kill you if he ever heard you call the thing a "pet") hanging around.
Not too long ago, your twin brother, Dirk, decided to adopt a troll. Neither of you were sure why he decided to get a troll, but whenever someone asked, you both said it was because of "ironic purposes", which was your usual excuse for everything. The troll, Equius, is a blue-blood and has made that fact that he's one of the higher-blooded trolls clear to everyone he's ever met. He sweats a lot, is very obedient, and share's Dirk's interest in horses and building robots. Naturally, your brother became attached to the thing, and you allowed him to keep it.
You were walking (well, more stumbling) home, as Dirk had taken the car to work today, and the club wasn't very far from home anyway. You were just about to turn the corner… when a pitiful sounding cry stopped you in your tracks. You slowly turned your head, and then looked down, finding an open box that you had accidentally kicked in your haste to get home. Taking a closer look at the box, you realized that there was a troll inside, shivering and holding its head in its hands. It had gray skin and thick black hair, just like every other troll, but this troll had two pairs of horns, one pair being smaller than the other, and from what you could see, he had one red eye and one blue eye. It also had a few cuts and scratches along it's body, some healed and others still oozing bright yellow blood.
If you were a more responsible person that actually cared about his financial situation, you probably would've put the box down and left it for dead but…oh hell, like you could do that to the poor thing. It was skinny enough where you could see it's ribs, it's tail was pathetically lying, probably broken, and it looked like it was suffering a massive headache. It wasn't wearing any clothes, and it was freezing to the touch. The sound of oncoming thunder and lightning, however, was what convinced you to take the guy from the box and bring him to your apartment, which thankfully allowed pets (Gog knows what would've happened if Dirk couldn't keep Equius; he probably would've flipped his lid).
Now you are standing in the doorway to your apartment, panting from having to run home in the rain. You are soaking wet, and you imagine that your troll friend is even more so. You slip off your shoes and socks, as Dirk would have a fit if he learned that you had stained his precious carpet (seriously, the guy throws tantrums over the stupidest stuff), before you grabbed two towels (as Dirk always had some by the front door in case of rainy days) and used them to stagger across the floor to the bathroom without making too much of a mess.
An hour later, you and your still nameless troll are both now clean and in dryer clothes, and it doesn't seem like the little guy's head hurts as much as before. Tomorrow you'll get Dirk to take you all to the vet and get him (you had guessed that the troll was a boy but really, with trolls being the way they are, you could never truly tell) checked out. Equius was going to go in for a checkup anyway, and Dirk isn't going to complain about you bringing home another troll…at least, you're pretty sure that's true (it'd be pretty fucking hypocritical if he did).
Your twin is completely unpredictable, just like your older brother, the one who raised the two of you…the one still currently living in Houston, married with one or two kids of his own to take care of. You didn't know how someone could love the smuppets that existed all around their old apartment…until you were told that when the kids were born, your Bro had put all of his puppets in one room that the kids weren't allowed to enter; this was something you were slightly thankful for, as you didn't want your little nephews to suffer the same fate you did, gaining an extreme fear of puppets because of all the ones that Bro and Dirk had laying around, a fear you didn't realize until you were 13. You remember majorly freaking out until Rose comforted you over Pesterchum and it was an awkward 5 years after that before you were finally old enough to move out, taking Dirk with you on Bro's insistence. At that time, Dirk had been still sulking over the fact that his now ex-boyfriend, Jake, had broken up with him after they'd been dating for two years. At that time, he was dragging himself through life, and though the tension between them was now gone, you could still see the distant look in your brother's eyes every time anyone even mentioned the name "Jake English".
You thought that Bro was strong, being able to raise his two little brothers on his own when he was only 16, something you're still eternally grateful for, even if he did beat your ass in strifes all the time. The least you could do was drag Dirk with you and spare Bro of your twin's constant moping and negativity.
Apparently the rain had stopped sometime after you had come home, because when Dirk had finally strolled in, he was completely dry (lucky bastard...). You and your new troll were watching TV while you absent-mindedly rubbed around the base of the troll's smaller horns, a gesture that you had often observed Dirk do when he had Equius in his lap. Today was one of the those days where Dirk would take Equius to work with him, so you were able to take in the scene of the 21 year old man that usually gave off a wave of ultimate Strider coolness carrying an adorable sleeping 5 human year old troll (in troll years, he's 2.3 "sweeps", but you don't really give a shit about troll years) in his arms.
Dirk glanced down at your own troll, who was currently wearing a yellow and black striped shirt that Bro had bought for you when you were a kid (something you never actually wore outside the house, but pretended to like so you wouldn't hurt your guardian. He's more sensitive than you'd like to think), before merely shrugging a bit and hopping onto the couch next to you, watching the anime marathon that had been playing on TV. Its official, you now have two trolls that will roam around the apartment…and you're perfectly ok with that. Your mouth twitches into what others may claim to appear to be a smile shortly before you pass out on the couch.
Lulu: End~ Please write a review and tell me if I should continue this. Thank you~