Author's note: The perspective of characters will change every chapter, and occasionally in the middle of some chapters. Most of the time, it will be Dirk or Dave. In case you guys get confused with who is speaking.

DISCLAIMER: Wouldn't it be wonderful if I owned Homestuck? Unfortunately, I don't. Property of Andrew Hussie.


"John, you're going to bore me to death," I grumbled, rolling my eyes.

"But, Dave, you gotta listen to this! Jane told me that-" John rambled, oblivious to the fact I was not listening and my hatred for hearing what Jane told him.

"I get it!" I snapped, startling my companion. "You have Jane, whose your genetic mother and all that bullshit, while I've got no family! Take some time to think about who you're talking to, you lucky bastard!" Then I fled from the scene before John could apologize.

Everyone I knew had a family. A genetic relative of some sort, then there was me. Dave Strider, the kid without a family. No matter how many times my friends would say they were my family, I never believed them. I never cared about having a family anyway.

I sprinted, hearing the grass crunch beneath my feet. I don't know what I tripped over, but all I know is that it preferred to trip me rather than pop out of the ground. I fell face first into the ground, my shades flying away from me. Rose was probably going to act like a mother and worry about what happened to me.

"Just great," I hissed, picking up my shades and getting up. I dusted myself off a little then looked up. I didn't recognise this part of the forest. I certainly had never seen this old, torn warehouse before. How come I never came across it?

I looked back. John hadn't followed me, right?


I approached the ruins of the warehouse, cautiously looking around. If Jade was here, she'd say this was dangerous because trolls could pop out of nowhere and kill us. The whole darn place looked like it had been built around the time Alpha kids were hunted down by the trolls.

I soon came across a rock that seemed to be hiding a lot of the ruins. I looked back. No one had come looking for me yet, apparently. Not that I wanted someone to find me. I climbed up the rock, and stood on it.

I was right. The rock was hiding so much more. Including something I remember John telling me about. It was a preservation pod, unscathed even if everything else was torn down. I jumped down, and went to observe the pod.

The glass lid of it was fogged up, so I couldn't tell if there was someone or something inside. But it was tightly shut, so I presumed it contained something. Or someone.

I didn't really know how old technology worked. I looked around the sides, hoping there was some kind of switch or button that would open it. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything. I tried lifting the glass lid, but it wouldn't budge.

This thing was starting to infuriate me. "Open, you goddamn pod!" I growled, kicking it as hard as I could. Apparently, my common sense had not control over me, which is why I cried out in pain. But I did something. Kicking it made the pod open, releasing the fog inside it.

I fell backwards, coughing and sputtering because of the fog. I took of my shades briefly to wipe them clean and once they were on, I saw it.

A silhouette in the fog, coughing. I could not help but feel scared. Had I done something terribly wrong? What if this silhouette was a troll in reality, and it was going to kill me once it realised who I was?

Soon, the fog cleared up. I saw that the silhouette was actually a human, fortunately. He had shades, except the edges were sharper than mine, spiky blonde hair and somehow, he looked like me.

Wait, why does he look like me?