I should never have played it

by AwesomeAssassin1520

so this is my first fanfic, I hope it doesn't end up crappy. John decides to play the game Sburb but has no idea what type of consequences the game will have on his mind. Will he be able to escape the horrors that he's dreamed up for himself or will he fall into the depths of insanity?

note this is the first time i've written a fanfic and i have no idea where the plot will go but i hope it's good. criticism is greatly appreciated cause i want to be able to write better in the future.

disclaimer: Homestuck belongs to Hussie

I knew I shouldn't have played that game.

It started when I turned 13. My name is John Egbert. It was my birthday, April 14. I didn't have many friends near where I lived but I had been talking to a few of my close internet friends and they said they were going to send me some presents. I was quite excited and couldn't wait until they got here. When I woke up I noticed that my father had left a few cakes lying around in my room. not to surprising, the old man usually does this. I went downstairs to get the mail...

Timeskip ((if you've read Homestuck you know what happens in between, if you don't well that sucks))

I wind up in my room in front of my computer holding a game. It's called SBurb. It sound interesting enough so i pop it into my computer. It starts to load and as I suddenly get excited to play it the edges of my vision start to turn black and I am slowly engulfed in the darkness