Dave's Quest!
(Author's Note: This is mah first story, don't be TOO harsh please!)
The sun over Dave's home was just rising, and the birds outside were chirping. Inside the home, Dave Strider was sleeping on his bed. Of course he still had his glasses on, because he's that cool. Dave yawned and opened his eyes. In front of him was Lil Cal. He screamed and punched at it, and Lil Cal was launched to the other side of the room. He sighed and looked around the room. He realized that all around the room were smuppets. Smuppets EVERYWHERE. He resisted the urge to scream and calmly walked out the door. He walked out to see even more smuppets in the hallway. His urge to scream at the overflowing puppets rose, but he maintained his cool and walked downstairs. Downstairs was Bro sitting on a chair on his laptop, looking at puppet porn. "Bro, what the FUCK is this?" Dave yelled at Bro. He jumped a bit and slammed the laptop closed.
"I uh- what happened little dude? I dunno what you're talkin' about." He smiled awkwardly at Dave. Dave simply pointed up the the hallway that was practically overflowing with smuppets. "I know nobody else did that, we're the ONLY ones in this home." Bro sighed and looked up at the hallway full of smuppets, then back at Dave.
"Ok, maaaybe I put Lil Cal in your room, but honestly I dunno where the smuppets came from."
"Bro, really? Then who else could have put them there?"
"Maybe some of your friends pullin' a prank on you."
"Bro, my friends live in other STATES."
"Oh. Right."
The smuppets in the hallway suddenly exploded downstairs, almost flooding the room. Dave almost screamed like a girl, and let out a tiny squeak of fear. "Bro, this is NOT cool! You know I hate these things!" Bro was in shock at the amount of smuppets that had flooded downstairs. "Ok, I did NOT do that. Honest." Another large explosion happened upstairs, and a flood of odd plush dragons came down. The two gazed at the odd toys. "Ok Bro, now I believe you. I have no idea what those things are, or where they came from." Bro picked up one of the plush dragons, which was the yellow one. He turned it around and looked at the tag near the tail. It was written in some sort of other language, but none he had ever seen before. The small dragon seemed to have a noose around its neck, and looked like it had been damaged.
"I dunno what this is, but it's weird."
"Yea, where did it even come from? And what is that language on the tag?"
"I dunno, looks alien kinda. Trust me, I've seen aliens."
Dave rolled his eyes and looked upstairs.
"I'm gonna go see what's up."
"Are you crazy? Whatever's up there invaded the home obviously."
"Yea, but I at least gotta see."
He tipped his glasses at Bro and trudged his way through the almost ocean of smuppets and plush dragons. Once he had reached the top of the stairs, another flood of dragons launched out of the closet and knocked Dave down the stairs. Dave mustered a girly squeak and suddenly realized the irony of the situation. Being knocked down stairs? Obviously this is a reference to his web comic, Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff. But none the less, Dave landed in a huge pile of smuppets. He threw them off of him and climbed back up the stairs. Once upstairs, he dodged another blast of smuppets and went to the closet. He slowly opened the door to see a pair of red glasses glaring in the closet. They looked a bit like Bro's, except, well, red. He picked up the glasses and looked at them. Below the glasses was a sticky note. He picked it up and there was red writing on it, sloppily written.
D34R COOL K1D:
1F YOU 4R3 R34D1NG TH1S, 1'V3 SOM3HOW FOUND 4 PORT4L TO YOUR HUM4N WORLD. 1F YOU'R3 WOND3R1NG WHY TH3R3 1S SC4L3M4T3S 4ND PUPP3TS, TH4T W4S M3! H3H3H3 :] COM3 4ND F1ND M3, M4YB3 1'LL G1V3 YOU SOM3 SORT4 R3W4RD.
S1GN3D,
T3R3Z1 PYROP3
Dave looked around and crushed the note in his hand. He picked up the glasses and slammed the closet door shut. He slid down the stairs, and picked up a katana that was convinently placed nearby. The scalemate was taken out of Bro's hand and Dave gave the crumpled up note to Bro. Dave opened the door and, with his glasses gleaming in the sun, squeaked the yellow scalemate, and slammed the door behind him.
(end of the first chapter! was it good, huh, HUH?!)