AN: probably the L.A.S.T Chapter before John arrives, I kinda had a really bad writers block and I'm not too pleased with this chapter, but I figured i'd left you guys waiting long enough. Enjoy I guess. Oh and be warned, theres alot of sad-ish John in this chapter.
Your name is DAVE STRIDER and waking up has become a chore.
It's a simple routine really, your morning one that is. After breakfast shit gets complicated. You wake up, drag your sorry ass out of your broken wooden slab of a bed before slinking over to the desk where your alarm clock and computer are, you always wake up exactly four minutes and thirteen seconds before your alarm goes off. That's how bored you've been lately; you've actually had time to note shit like that.
You then proceed to turn off the budget piece of shit you call an alarm before exiting the trash heap you call your room. If the showers free great, you'll use it; if not well then…you'll be waiting a long time. This time it isn't free, so you retreat back to your room, pressing the button on your computer you watch it spring into consciousness. You use the time it takes for the start up screen to load to make a note of the time; 10:56. No way in the dark pits of derse is John awake yet.
Oh wait; he was a Prospit dreamer, damn. Oh well, you can make believe cant you?
You hear the running of water stop abruptly and smirk, Bro's done but now you have more important matters to attend to…maybe you'll log into pesterchum later.
Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you have three days left in Washington.
Well, only for a week and then you'll be back. But the point still stands! You glance over to your list of online chums only to find Dave isn't one of them, he's probably still sleeping snoozing away in Derse- oh wait both derse and Prospit were destroyed along with Alternia you forgot about that for a second…only a second, only ever a second at a time you go without remembering it…you still see them sometimes, well pale words strewn across various logs, if you think about it hard enough sometimes you can even imagine the words all accumulate into one big ol' Karkat rant…
Those defiantly are not tears nope; whatever would lead anyone to believe that?
Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you defiantly are not crying, you're the heir of breath for heavens sake there's no time for tears.
Were.
You were the heir of breath.
A long time ago, in a game that you and your three best friends swore you'd never bring up ever again. You sigh looking over at the list once again, seems Dave finally got his lazy butt out of bed ( or his computer finally started ). There he is the knight in shining armour once again, you laugh half-heartedly, enough referencing that game john, you tell yourself clicking Dave's chum handle.
EB: hey dave :B
EB: what's up?
TG: wow
TG: is it a fucking apocalypse?
TG: john egbert is up at the same time as a strider
EB: its not that hard dave!
EB: you're lazier anyway :B
TG: eight exclamation marks?
TG: reminiscing again egbert
EB: yeah…you saying you don't?
TG: of course i do
TG: some of those trolls werent complete assholes
TG: like terezi
EB: and virska!
TG: nope vriska was a bitch john
EB: nope, no she wasn't!
TG: was
EB: lalala i'm not listening dave!
TG: real mature egbert
EB: :B
TG: so
TG: any real reason you pestered me?
TG: or is it you couldnt go another minute without my awesomeness
EB: you wish!
EB: but now that you mention it dave…
TG: mention what?
TG: my awesomeness?
EB: no dave! why i messaged you!
EB: has bro said anything to you?
TG: bro says a lot of things egbert
TG: granted most are anime references but still
EB: i'll take that as a no :B
TG: BI tell me egbert
EB: nope! im going shopping with dad now so i got to go for a while.
EB: and dave?
EB: never do that face again ;B!
You switch off the computer, a derpish smile plastered on your face, even cake mix shopping couldn't ruin your mood now!
You are now DIRK STRIDER, and your little brother is annoying you even more so than usual.
You'd just come in after a long day of work when it happened, you'd absconded to your room with a single flash step and proceeded to turn your computer on. It wasn't even ten seconds after that Dave entered your room, his eyebrows were furrowed and despite his poker-face you could tell he was pissed. "What? "You ask as monotone as ever.
That seems to only serve to piss him off further, he growls lightly, "Bro, what the fuck did you say to John? ". You smirk, so THAT'S what this is about, you shrug and turn back to your computer.
"I say a lot of shit to a lot of people Dave… ". He sat down on your bed and you could feel his glare, he hasn't budged for at least twenty minutes and he asks again at least once every three, needless to say it's starting to grate your nerves, can't a guy just watch some my little pony in peace?