Dave: Fix This

Your name is Dave Strider, and you desperately want to fix this. You are the Knight of Time, so of course you can't just sit here and let your friends die in this terrible excuse for a game. Come on, now, do some time warp thing, like John does the windy thing. Save all of your friends.

At the moment, though, you are surrounded by all of the big, bulky dudes chocked full of grist that will be yours for the taking. You can't just stop and do your awesome time thingy. First, you have to beat these guys. Besides, you don't even know what the heck anybody's talking about, of course you aren't the Knight of Time. Surely, if you were, if you deserved to be, you would at least know where your friends are.

For one panic-stricken second, you imagine them dead. No, you can't think those thoughts! They might distract-

Yeah, they distracted you. Feet frozen, adrenaline slowly ebbing, a string of semi-coherent images run through your brain. Dead Bro. Dead John. Dead Rose. Dead Jade.

Dear Gog, please don't think about Jade. Now you are a pathetic pile of irony. You would give anything to be safe at home, throwing down your ever-sick beats with Bro. But all you can think about now is Jade. Is she even still alive? Sweet Jegus, you haven't seen her since- well, you don't remember the last time you saw her. Your face is damp, and with a start you realize you are crying. Crying! Cool guys don't cry!

But no, no, no, not Jade, don't take her. You won't let them-whoever they are- take her. You'd never let them take her. You already let them take her.

Now, those fat goons are all over you, and you are swinging blindly around with that sword of yours. But you see something. a wisp of black hair. A glint of green eyes.

"Jade! Jade!" You scream, fighting your way toward her. You can hardly focus on anything. Those pictures won't leave your head. Dead Bro, dead John, dead Rose, dead Jade. Dead Bro, dead John, dead Rose, dead Jade. -

"MAKE IT STOP!" You yell. Then, before you can move, you are falling to your knees. But yes, there she is, pulling you to your feet, shouting your name, half-carrying you until she can't anymore. Yes, here is your safety. Right here, right with her. Moving your head side to side, choking on tears, calling you back to her once, twice, three times.

Sorry Jade,

you whisper,

shutting your eyes.

Couldn't

fix

this.

So, it seems I shall be doing short one-shots about Homestuck characters. Alright, then. Remember, none of them will be really strictly accurate to the comic. But I just love Dave soooooo much. On the inside, I would bet he's not really as smooth as he is on the outside. Some people might think he doesn't have a lot of depth, but he's only human.