Hi again! Thank you for reviewing, you guys are more awesome than Prussia! Anyways, this is probably gonna be a short chapter too, but they should get longer... eventually. I haven't exactly finished Homestuck either, so that puts another twist in my plans... yeah (please don't hurt me, I swear I'm working on it) so I'll shut up now. Enjoy!

You take a deep breath and begin your tale, praying he doesn't kill you.

"What are you talking about? You're at home, of course. Are you okay?" Good, you think to yourself. Make it seem like nothing is Wrong.

Dave's face darkens, his eyes flame with the very fires of hell.

"Don't give me shit. This place is wrong. It's..." he backs up, giving you room to breathe. Not that you think you can. You internally cringe as he absently runs a hand through his hair in frustration, trying to piece together the strange feelings and oddities you know swarm his brain. You were there once. You remember doing exactly as he had. Only this was different. He wasn't a permanent resident in this strange world.

You only hope that you can help him get back.

In spite of the the dark thoughts running through your head, a bright smile graces your face. You chuckle lightly. "Only because I cleaned your room with you were passed out. Did you know, you're kind of a slob." Lies. All of it. But he was still disoriented from the transition. Maybe...

He looked around the room- his room, you suppose- as if you had just told him his walls talk. Bewildered. Undecided.

You could work with undecided.

"... Passed out?" You pause, feigning confusion. "Dave, do you not remember?"

He frowns, and you can tell he's struggling to conjure a memory of yesterday. That probably wasn't the best word choice on your part. Hurriedly, you articulate the false tale you've prepared, hoping to stave off the true memory for just a little while longer. Just until he's ready to deal with the truth.

You take a moment to violently curse reality, wishing it an extended stay in the seventh circle of Hell.

"You hit your Head pretty hard, you must have gotten a bit of amnesia. I wouldn't worry about it, the Doc says thats normal, and that its should go away in a week or too. Just try not to over exert yourself." Dave processes your story for a moment. There are lots of holes and loose ends, but that shouldn't matter just yet. Then again, this was Dave Strider. You remind yourself that boundaries and rules seem to bend for these guys. Seeing his look of begrudging acceptance, you beam at him. "It's still morning, so why don't I go make breakfast? We have apple juice, and I can whip up some pancakes while you, er, dress." You pointedly look away as Dave seems to realize he's been threatening you half naked.

"Oops." You glance up at him, only to find him smirking down at you.

That. Bastard. Just because you're shorter than him does not mean that you are short. Not at all. You let out an annoyed huff, and stalk towards the door when you see his smirk get bigger. Just as you're about to exit, he calls out to you.

"Um, hey, I know you know my name, but what's yours?" You pause, back still turned, and conjure a look of hurt on your face before turning to face him again.

"You really don't remember?" He winces, then shakes his head. You give him a shaky smile, as if you were suddenly uncertain. "Thats okay, you will." you quickly head out the door before he can ask you anymore questions. As you follow the path to the kitchen, you congratulate yourself on your rather spectacular bullshitting back there. You should win a fucking Oscar for that shit.

Your face quickly turns sour. Hell, Dave was gonna kill you when he actually remembered. After all, the affects of the portal wouldn't last forever.

There you go! Hope I didn't screw too much up, and I will try to post more regularly from now on. Keyword being try. Anyways, bombard me with all your random congrats, complaints, ideas for Llarmageddon, and plans for the zombie apocalypse. Til next chapter then. Ciao!