The second part as promised. Humor intended but not clarified. I'm taking god tier tests the way the Next Gen players would take them and I already have a few. Mary's. She is the Witch of Light. I getting Lynn's right now, hold up...)


A middle aged man stands in a room with his wife. Today, March 30th, just so happens NOT to be this man's 28th birthday. What will be the name of this (still pretty young) man?

NOPE. NO REFERENCES. NO REFERENCES FOR YOU. :D(I answered it like Lynn and she got Thief of Hope. Atta girl.)


A middle aged man stands in his home's living room, watching a familiar movie he had watched millions of times before, and realized it had sucked as much as Dave told him it did. He still watched it from time to time, for nostalgia purposes. He really wants to contact his alien friends again, but their Pesterchum accounts were long since forgotten, but still faintly reign in his mind, as well as his wife's.

Speaking of his wife, here she comes. "John, I highly suggest figuring out what you're wearing for tonight's meeting with the principal of Jack's school."

John stood from his place on the rather oddly patterned couch, and walked up to his wife wearing a goofy smile. "aw, why can't i wear this, rose?"

Rose raised a brow and placed a hand on her hip. "John. You know better. Plus, you look goofy as it is. At least make yourself presentable." She leaned forward a little, twirling her finger around a piece of John's hair that fell in front of his face, and releasing it.

She then turned towards the kitchen. John quickly followed suit.

"aw, rose, please? i'm sure mr. noir won't mind. we're really good friends." John wrapped an arm around Rose's shoulder, pecking her cheek.

"Before, John. Before the game and was merged with Jade's dog. You were good friends with him. He doesn't like you at all, John." Rose pointed out, making him laugh nervously.

"i'm getting there. hey, maybe we could all be great friends again someday!" John hugged his wife. She hugged back quickly, but then pushed him away.

"Not now, John. I have to make dinner. So, please return to watching that god-awful movie of yours." Rose began to rummage through the fridge for ingredients. Rose was cut short of her rummaging by John grabbing her wrist and spinning her upwards to face him.

"John." Rose tried to focus her attention, but to no avail. John's face was oddly serious as he looked down at Rose, it almost scared he the way he was looking at her.

Seeing the fright in the other's facial features, John's grip loosened and he bit his lip. He completely let go and swiftly turned, shutting his eyes quickly to ward off any traces of sadness in her sky blue eyes.

Rose saw his attempt at this and grasped his wrist with a light, delicate touch. "Look at me, John." He turned his head slightly and behind those lens reflected the actual Egbert that John didn't wish to become, but the game made him that way. Those lens reflected the image of his dead father.

"I know you want to be here for the kids and I, but what happens happens, John." Rose chose her words wisely, being careful not to trigger anything. John sighed and looked away from her again.

"it's not just that. the game hated me, it always hated me rose..."He attempted to grin, but he looked like a deformed trickster. "i don't our kids to ever heard about that damn game. it's a devil in a fun-filled fucking adventure. it kills, and it cowers while it watches you run from everything in fear, then watches you as you die at the end."

Rose hugged her shaking husband from behind, not letting go. "i just don't want...i don't want to lose you anymore than i already have..."

Rose sighed into his airy sweater that he once wore in the game. "You won't, John. You'll always be right here next to me, no matter what."

Just after that moment, the fast pitter-patter of footsteps echoed down the stairs nearby. John turned his head in amusement as two figures' silhouette sketch themselves as they race down the stairs. "ready dear?"

Rose nods, walking up behind him as the details of the figures come into view. "I always am, John."

"mom!" Calls a boyish voice, which did belong to a young man. "i swear i didn't do anythin', it was all that lil' fucker's fault!"

Rose narrowed her eyes at her 10 year old son's word usage. She taught him better. Much, much better. "Jack Egbert, you shall not use such words around me or your father." This boy, Jack Egbert, was the spitting image of his father and had the personality to go with it, but with his mother's lavender eyes.

John chuckled, walking up to his son with a toothy smile. "aw, it's the first time he's actually said it around us, dear. give him a chance."

Rose looks at John for a moment before huffing. "This is why we shouldn't leave him with Dave anymore when we're out of town..."

Jack's face sunk in despair. "naw don't do that! uncle dave's awesome! i love hangin' out with 'im, mom!" Jack did his best puppy face that his father taught him, that a certain blonde always fell for.

Rose looked away quickly, but found herself sighing. "Fine, you can still go to Dave's house on the weekends..."

Jack cheered, high-fiving his father cheerily. "thanks momma! i love ya!" And, he took off upstairs where people were talking through a microphone to him. He seriously played too much of HALO IV.

Soft moccasins edged towards them accompanied with a slightly louder voice. "Hello Mother. I'd Absolutely Love To Ask You Something. It Is Very Peculiar To Me And My Thinking Capacity, So I'd Love To Clarify. Is That Okay?"

That was their little 8 year old daughter, Jill Lalonde. She was the spitting image of her mother, having the...lengthy vocabulary of Rose's as well, but having John's sky blue eyes. It always made Rose smile to see a little version of her. It was like reversing time, but that was Dave's job, so she was breaking that law that Dave created.

"Absolutely, Jill. What's your question?" Rose kneels down to her level, smiling softly.

"I Was Wondering About Some Aliens Called Trolls. They've Appeared In Some Of My Dreams, And I'm Not Sure How To Interpret It Unless I Know A Little More About Them." Rose blinked, eyes wide.

Trolls? That word struck something in their mind. A memory. Something they each remembered about the trolls. Funny, both were about...someone named Karkat?

"D-Dear, you have such a creative mind!" Rose emphasized. She was actually scared to talk about this topic with John in the vicinity, so she tried to say that. However, her daughter kept a straight face as she continued.

"How Exactly Should I Have A Creative Mind About Something That Doesn't Exist, Let Alone A Person Of Rainbow Colors Such As Mutant Red, Royal Purple, And Middle Class Green." She even specified colors that the two somehow knew very well.

They knew the colors from the game. John chuckled, his sky blue eyes clouded with worry. "jillie, you're so cute! why would you say that our blood is mutant?"

Jill's eyes narrowed as they delicately danced from face to face. "You're Hiding Something From Me. I Know They're Trolls. There's One Specific One I've Seen Quite Recently. I Do Believe Her Name Was Ms. Pyrope, Terezi Pyrope."

Rose's scared lavender eyes were now hazed with several emotions, among those were fear and remembrance. "Ter..."Rose hoarsely whispered, remembering those blind prophet letters and the devilish attitude. "...ezi?"

Jill's expression softened as a tear rolled down her mother's face. "Yes. I Do Hope I Haven't Upset You, Mother." She headed back upstairs, leaving the two parents to awe at her knowledge about something they've long forgotten, let alone told their children.

What were they going to tell Jill now? That the trolls were real? Terezi was a living trolls with teal blood? What were they going to do?


Mary's the Witch of Light, and Lynn's the Thief of Hope. I'm just got done with Jill's test, and she's the Seer of Hope. Ha ha ha. I'll have Jack's for you next chapter.