Hello, this is a first of a few things; my first HS fanfic and my first Strider fanfic so please excuse any OOC moments and such. This story has not been looked over by anyone and I don't normally go back and reread what I write so please forgive the typo's and spelling errors! Please enjoy and if you have any input, I am always up for some critic as long as it is kind and helpful. -
Echo
Dave's thought process was slightly off after seeing his Bro there dead, casting another glance over to him he couldn't help but try and smile, just a small one. "Don't worry, I won't mess up our past…this will just be so I can see you one last time, that way I can say a silent goodbye Bro." Dave knew that he Bro-if alive- would probably disapprove of this for one reason or another but he felt as if he had to; as if saying goodbye to a lifeless body wouldn't ever be enough to calm the uneasiness that still closed in on him.
Of course he planned to come back soon, he had to help kill of the son of a bitch that did this but he could stand to take some time, seeing as how that's all he really had anyways.
Before anyone was wise to what he was doing he had already done it. Terezi had been furiously typing at him for ignoring her for the most part but for some reason her noise seemed to go silent now; nothing to be seen for the moment at least. Perhaps she was distracted? Trolls are hard to understand sometimes, between the randomness of everything then do to the way they speak it was all just odd…not to mention those Quadrant's they speak of.
He let his shades slide down the bridge of his nose enough so he could get a better look around; this was their town…their home. The blazing heat that could be hell for all he cared but he had missed it, being in this place slightly relaxed him in fact since the last time was here was prior to all this Sburb crap he and his friends are now involved with.
A thought struck him though, this seemed further back that he had even wanted to go…a lot further back. The city was different in small ways that seemed to be odd. Walking around he now say different stores, like a random record shop he didn't recall or a gas station that had been something else when he lived here….how far had he even gone back?
He decided to shrug it off and head home.
The apartment was quite for once and seemed to have far less plush Smuppet ass and crappy swords everywhere that he remembered but maybe that was a good thing, he didn't want to have to go through all that shit again when he had just come by to steal a look around and leave. Sneaking around his own house felt more than awkward, at least more so than usual.
Dave took a peak into his Bro's room but was taken back when he saw a young man, slightly older than himself, sitting there on the freaking old PC that he knew so well. His blonde hair was styled upwards and he wore the same pointed shades his Bro did but he couldn't possibly be…oh shit.
Face palm; that was all Dave could do. He really had gone back to far and this person here was his Bro but a much younger version of him. Dave was to distracted to notice that the other teen had heard his face-smacking and turned to see him. "
"Dude…who the hell are you?" Called a voice that sent chills down Dave's spine…well fuck, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.