Life is never really as it seems. That's the sort of thing you learn fairly early on, especially when you're put in a place that makes it unavoidable. Bad guys aren't always bad, and good guys aren't always good. Labels don't make a person. When a person lets labels define them, things become messy. They become less of a person, and more of a puppet manipulated by society into thinking and behaving a certain way. It is difficult not to let labels define you, but it is even harder when those labels exist without your knowledge or consent. Sometimes, even when all you want to do is be good, and help people, everything ends up going all wrong. It's not through anything you did, and it's not through anything under your control. I learned that the hard way.
This is the story of how I met my best friends, and became a god…
Note from the Author:
Alright. So, this originally started as a Homestuck fanventure, but due to impatience, and lack of good suggestions, I'm turning it into a straight fanfic instead. It doesn't include any of the original characters, and the only real connection to Homestuck is the overarching plot, in that they end up playing a version of Sburb, and that sort of thing. There is no relation between this and the movie Inception. The title is, in my opinion, fairly clever, and will become very apparent why as the story progresses.