Author's Note:

Alright, so yeah, apparently this took a lot longer to get out then I had originally planned on. However, I did warn you in the first chapter that I might not continue. I guess I managed to get enough inspiration to continue though. Yeah, anyways, a little warning that this might not be all that great, and somewhat confusing. I apologize if it is. It switches perspective twice and the first part is kind of a flash back thing.

Oh and the flash back was an actual post in the rp this came from, just edited a bit to fit the format of this story. Not too much though.

Also, this has kinda veered away from the role-play, because we are at a stand still as I revamp the thing. The only part that will most likely stay with the RP for now will be with John.

Anyways, I've talked your ear off enough. Time to wrap this up.

Sorry of OOCness and a bad Mukuro (if he was) because he was not my character in the rp, and I honestly do not know much about him. Therefore I suck at being him. Forgive me.

I do not own Homestuck, all characters belong to Andrew Hussie. I do not own Hitman Reborn or Mukuro.

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Chapter 2: The Burden Of Doubt

"Yeah? Well...not like it really fucking matters right? Not getting outta here anyways, no matter what strange and painful sounding plans you seem to come up with. This isn't our universe, it doesn't work that way here." A strained, bitter voice snapped out, quiet and slightly muffled. There was a tired edge to the sound, as though the speaker just couldn't bring themselves to sound as though they really cared. At this point, he couldn't really see a reason to anyways.

Bright, crimson red eyes glared out from behind arms that were crossed over legs, the knees pulled up against his chest. Dave at times could never be sure if he was actually ever talking to anyone real or not, but at the moment, he knew his gaze was on something, and even if this something wasn't real, it was at least speaking.

'They really have broken you haven't they? Shit. Still have my other plans ever failed? No, we've always gotten to where we needed to be. We just need to work out all the kinks.' Crimson eyes slid closed as Dave buried his face between his arms, deciding to stare at the padded floor beneath him instead of at the figure he saw in the corner. He honestly didn't want to hear what he was saying, because he knew that he would listen. The last time he had though, he had wound up moved to the third floor from the second, and had earned himself an even crueler doctor then before.

"Look bro, it's not like I'm trying to throw your suggestions under the bus, but last time I tried what you told me to, I got moved up here, and the shit wasn't pleasant. Not like it mattered much, I mean, I'm still okay with it an all, really it's cool, but seriously..."

Lifting his head Dave peered towards the corner, but blinked when he saw that the person he was talking to wasn't there anymore. At first he was almost relieved, but then he realized he was left alone again. Damn, he hated being alone. Not like he would admit it in a million years, but it seriously sucked. However just as he was about to drop his head back down to stare at the blank white floor again, a sound to his left made him leap to his feet. '

Yeah, I know, and I already apologized for that. Remember, I also said it was cool, that it would work out for us in the end. You even agreed that it probably would after I explained.'

Shaking his head, he held up a hand to stop the male from speaking any further. He just didn't want to hear it. It had gone beyond ironic at this point, and he just wasn't having any of the shit he was trying to feed into his mind. It was bad enough he had already let himself slip, and had admitted to it, aloud, to himself and the winged guy, but now, he was actually considering listening to him...again. The guy huffed slightly, obviously becoming irritated at being interrupted. Dave though, glanced towards the door, where he could hear someone coming.

"Dude, just shut up, and explain to me again what this plan of yours was, because there's someone coming, and I'm itching to get the hell out of here."

Yeah, he remembered that, after all, it had only been a day ago that they had made the plans to escape. Yet it seemed as though, once again, the plan instead landed him in an even crueler place than the first had. Maybe it was more then just punishment for his escaping the asylum, even if it had only been for a mere ten to twenty minutes. Perhaps he had actually killed the guy back in the storage room, or maybe damaged him to beyond repair? That could be a good reason as to why they decided to move him again.

Yeah, he definitely still felt sick over that.

A groan slipped from him, a dizzy, queasy feeling making him reach his arm up to place it over his closed eyes so that he could block out what little light managed to slip through. Dave honestly wasn't even sure where he was, and most of his thoughts had simply been bouncing around inside of his unconscious mind. Only now did he actually begin to stir and as he did, those thoughts and memories of them slipped away from him, much like most things did now a days. His stomached clenched slightly and the sick feeling intensified, but it wasn't from the feeling of needing to up chuck his entire mess of insides, but from a strange sense dread that he just couldn't seem to rid himself of.

Then suddenly he was sitting up, the palm of his hand pressed into his forehead and his head down, knees pulled up slightly. Oh did he regret that, especially as his head began to feel as though it were spinning faster then a top trying to make a wild dash off of the tabletop. Maybe he would end up puking all of his guts up after all. Yeah that would be pleasant.

With a deep breath, he slowly opened his eyes. At first his vision blurred, eyes watered a bit and he had to struggled to get them to open the whole way, but soon enough he found himself staring down at a grayish concrete like floor, much like you might find in a garage. The room had the smell of some sort of chemicals that left a strange burning smell, antiseptic, and even still, beneath that, blood. As he lifted his gaze, he noted that the walls were pretty much made of the same thing as the floor, though a little rougher, and painted a darker shade of gray. This definitely couldn't be a room up on the third floor of the asylum. Of course, Dave wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but he had an idea.

"I wasn't even sure if this place actually existed or not...well now I know. I guess the term of "Curiosity killed the cat" is a little too fitting here...only I'm not dead, and if I am, this sure is one fucked up afterlife." He said aloud to himself, slowly letting his gaze drift over the room. He could only imagine how much pain he might wake up in after several nights of sleeping on a floor like this, since it didn't seem as though there was a single thing there that might be comfortable. In fact, there didn't seem to be anything at all. "Oh well, pull yourself together Strider, no reason to fall into a panic just because of an unfamiliar place. Wouldn't be the first time you were suddenly shoved into some kind of horror story out of no where."

He paused, thinking on what he had just said. If those words were true, then in the past, he had gone through something horrible. Maybe that was what had caused his loss of memory? Somehow he doubted that, though the other thought would at least give him something to occupy his mind with while he was stuck in this drab place.

At least, that was what he was hoping for, until the sound of metal scraping against metal told him a door nearby was being opened. The sound startled him, and he jumped, spinning just to make absolutely sure that it hadn't been his own. When he saw that it was still closed, he sighed with relief, walking backwards until he felt the wall behind him, and sliding down till he was sitting once again, his knees bent slightly and his feet flat on the floor. It was going to be a long day, he just knew it.

It was a while before anything of significance actually happened, well, other then the blood curdling screams from down the hall. Dave was fidgety, and unable to sit still, sure that he would be the next one that was screaming bloody murder from who even knew what kind of tortures. The blonde sat now, in a corner of the room, his mind drifting off into empty space, no real thoughts reaching him as he simply spaced out, most likely a product of his mind trying to drown out the fact that he would probably die in this place or something. A rather loud sound in the room next to him snapped him out of his daze however, and he froze. To him it sounded like metal tearing and then falling harshly to the concrete ground of the cells floor.

Well, if he wasn't nervous already...

The door to his room slid open, the screeching sound bringing his attention violently to his door, where he saw a rather odd man. Okay so maybe he wasn't all too odd, but something definitely wasn't right about him, that much he was sure of. The man had long purplish hair that was tied in the back, dichromatic eyes, one red the other blue, and an odd grin on his face that was rather unsettling.

Of course he had to make it worse by remaining by the door, dead silent, with that look still plastered to his face.

Slowly, Dave pushed himself to his feet, swaying a bit before catching himself with a hand placed flat back against the wall. He watched the man, cautiously, waiting for him to make some sort of move, say something, or at least to leave. Of course he wasn't expecting him to vanish and appear beside him, nor had he been prepared for the sudden pain of a hand in his hair that pulled him away from the wall long enough for the crazy bastard behind it to speak.

"Oh, no need to worry too much, I'm simply here to welcome you to your new home. I just know you'll love it." He said with a grin and a slight chuckle, his voice holding a darkness that made Dave cringe. He tried to reach up and grab the orderlies hand in order to gain some sort of control on the situation, but he had no such luck as the room seemed to suddenly move. Or was that him?

His skull met the wall, once, a pause...one filled with agony that burst through his head and traveled down his neck. He refused to scream, to show the other how much it actually hurt. For a moment, all was silent, until a slight sound of disappointment sent Dave's pulse racing again. Even through the mans annoyance, he could hear the grin, and it made him try to get out of his grasp even harder. Of course, this wasn't the most rewarding thing he'd ever done.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you...kid. You might just come to regret it." The man said, a slight laugh in his voice as he slammed the blonde's head straight into the wall again. This time, Dave knew that he had had no chance of holding back his scream, because he was damn sure that the sound hadn't come from the man holding him up by his hair. A chuckle slid from the other, and he slowly released the Strider's hair, allowing him to slip down the wall, and crumple into a ball where he fell.

He could tell things were about to get interesting, finally.

Dave could tell his life was slowly becoming a literal living hell...and the skull cracking migraine that was developing only helped to confirm it. As his eyes slid closed, he thought he heard a soft rustling sound, and a slight chuckle that he knew didn't belong to the man from before.

== Dave - Be Someone Else

"It's not like it matters anyways right? Nothing's going to save us, and no one is going to come bursting into this place, guns blazing, so to speak, demanding our release on threat of death if they refuse to give in." A female voice said, a strange mixture of bitterness, and slight indifference apparent in the tone of it. Then, a soft sigh, the sound of cloth rustling as someone moved, and the same voice spoke again, the sound different this time. "Though I can't say that I would be completely opposed to such a thing happening...I just, highly doubt that such luck would be on our side...You know?"Her tone was questioning, a hint of warning within it. There was another sigh, this time accompanied by another voice entirely.

"I understand your point, I simply just doubt that that the others would notice our absence and still refrain from searching for us. I refuse to believe that they would do nothing. That is all that I was trying to say. I just wish that if they are going to make a move...they would do it sooner rather then later." The voice was quiet, almost a whisper with a slight lilt to it, each word pronounced carefully. The sound of shifting cloth again, something like nails on a chalkboard, and then a growl of frustration. "Why is it that you refuse to listen to me? It's never been like this..You usually are much more receptive of my words, but it seems, as of late you have no tolerance at all."

"What's wrong is the fact that we've been locked up here for who knows how long, experiments done on us, drugs pumped into our veins, us being pitted against each other how many times? I'm simply growing tired of all of this, and the fact that, even if it isn't because you want to do these things to me, you are working for them, and that's just there to top it all off." A sudden sound of movement, a gasp and something hitting the wall. "It's not something that exactly looks good, I hope you realize this. So just let it drop, and deal with the now instead of thinking too much into what "could" happen...Please?"The voice pleaded softly.

"Fine...I will stay silent on the subject...for now, so long as you will be willing to hear me out later. Do we have a deal?"The other voice asked, a little louder.

"Yes..yes, we have a deal. Now, we don't have much time left together, so please, let's drop the subject and move on to other things."The first voice pleaded once again, and was answered by a soft rustle of cloth and a sound of agreement.

== Once Again, Be Someone Else.

Actually, how about let's go back to being Dave for a bit, eh? See what he's up to.
The sound of metal screeching against metal signaled that the door had been opened again, and in response the Strider's head snapped up, eyes sliding open as he looked around wildly for any sign of that crazy doctor from earlier. Instead, he found himself greeted by the sight of something orange, white, red, and blue...again. A mixture of terror and relief clashed together causing him to press back against the wall and screech, because no matter how glad he might have been to see the thing again, lil' Cal still seriously freaked him out. The question was, how had it gotten there, and who had brought it in? He Hadn't seen anyone enter, and sure as hell hadn't heard the door close afte...

The door never closed!?

Dave was suddenly on his feet, dragging the puppet up with him and re-securing it to his back by wrapping it's arms around his neck. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure of what to expect when he had stood and looked towards the door...but it surely hadn't been what he was seeing at that moment. A man stood there, or rather, another male that Dave assumed to be about his age, (whatever that might even be), who had white hair, yellow scleras, red irises, spiral like horns, gray skin and a bored sort of expression on his face. He could see sharp fang like teeth that hung slightly over his lips, (one of them being golden as though it had needed to be replaced at some point), as he sneered at him from the doorway.

"Hey, human boy who apparently screams like a girl, maybe you should learn to keep better hold of your dolls. Don't even thank me either, It's not like I did it for you or anything, idiot. It's just a simple welcome to a whole new level of hell from a not so friendly neighbor of yours. Honestly you don't even seem worth my time, and I find myself wondering why I even came over here to give that thing back to you. Technically it's serious bad luck to touch another persons Juju but whatever right? Like it even mat..."

"Dude, just seriously, shut up. You're even worse then that feathery asshole who landed me here. He still hasn't even shown back up yet now that I think about it." Honestly he could care less about that douche bag and his antics. In fact, he still wasn't even sure if the guy was real or just a figment of his imagination and It didn't help that if it was true that he was just in his head, it meant that technically HE was the feathery asshole who landed himself in there. (If, of course, that even remotely made any sense.) "Dude, who even are you anyways? I've never seen you around here and quite honestly, I don't know you enough to feel comfortable with you just barging into my comfortably uncomfortable prison here. How the heck did you even manage to get here anyways if you are also supposed to be locked up in this place?"

The strange gray male raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking up into a grin as he watched him. It made the Strider uncomfortable to be honest, though he tried his best not to show it. Even though this guy didn't really look like him, he still weirdly reminded Dave of lil' Cal, the puppet the male currently had hanging at his back. Unnerving to say the least, but not the biggest of Dave's problems.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me or are you actually going to answer any of my questions?" The blonde asked, growing seriously tired of the people in this place. "And might I ask what the hell you are?"He was frustrated, and there was no denying it this time as his eyes narrowed into a glare. The other laughed at him and turned his gaze towards the hall as though looking for something.

"You oddly remind me of the Dirk Human, though much less cooperative and much more of an overly talkative person then he is. Do you honestly ever shut up?" Oh yeah like he had room to talk, and who even was this Dirk guy he was talking about? "Anyways it's not like it matters. I better be on my way now. Maybe next time, we'll play a little game."He said, not even wording it in a questioning manner, but more like a statement, a fact, before walking away and letting the door close.

"What the actual fuck just happened?" he asked himself before shaking his head and leaning heavily back against the wall. Honestly, the blonde just wanted to give up today and lay on the floor in a vegetative state. That way he wouldn't have to deal with the millions of thoughts pouring in through his mind.

Gog did his head hurt..

Author's Note:

Right so, Troll Caliborn. Fun Fun.

I'm not sure I'll keep him in this really, he's not even in the rp because no one wants to really play as him, so yeah. Sorry if you disliked him in this story, I know he was no where near as intense as he is in Homestuck.

Anyways, yeah, don't forget to review please. I'd like to know if anyone is really enjoying this story. I thank you though for the Kudos I do have, and I thank the person who bookmarked it.

Till Next Time. (if there will be a next time)

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