HeadphoneActorChap2 07/03/2012

Updating quickly like yeah. I found myself bored with nothing to do so I just decided to continue writing this just for the hay of it.

Anon reviewer: Well, I'm kind of going along with the song. I guess it was a bit out of character for Dave to act like that, but I still don't think that he'd think someone was joking. And that was pretty much the whole broadcast. They just needed to get the message out, not go on forever. But thank you for your review and your criticism! It is much appreciated!

Well…this chapter's probably going to be pretty quick on my standards like the last one.

At least it's a quick update, right?

Disclaimer: Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie and the song Headphone actor was written by Jin and sung by Vocaloid IA. I am none of these people.

I slowed my pace as I noticed something strange about the skyscrapers on the horizon. The huge buildings appeared to almost be wobbling, about to collapse into rubble. I made it a point in my mind to avoid any building at all costs from that point forward.

I also had wanted to recognize the voice coming out of the headphones. It had been itching at me ever since it first came to my ears. I had finally identified it as my own after going over it over and over again in my mind until it almost hurt to think about it. Finally I placed a finger on the distinction that separated it from any other person's voice, I could hear the light Texan accent that came out when I was distressed with something. I usually tried to hide my accent as best I could, but when I get nervous -which is hardly ever I might add-, I forget to cover it over and it slips out.

"If you cross that hill, then in 20 seconds, you'll know what I mean, for better or worse. Don't doubt, just listen close - go 20 seconds ahead..." My voice repeated for the millionth time. I was really starting to tire of hearing it over and over and over again, the message had sunk in the first 413 times or so.

I zoned out the ever-whispering headphones and then started to pay a bit more attention to my surroundings. The intersection was filled to over the brim stuffed with cars trying to escape the looming apocalypse -not really the brightest idea when you think about it, nowhere to hide really- and people alike. Men, women, children, animals, I was drowning in a sea of all the like. I did all I could to weave in and out of the crowd like Bro's needle through his newest Smuppet.

People were rioting left and right, shouting incoherent things in every direction imaginable. It made it even hard to find irony in the situation, which distressed me. I had always been able to find irony in every sticky situation I got stuck to, this whole world-decimation thing just hadn't sat right with me. And when something doesn't sit with a Strider, you must be pretty damn screwed.

While dodging people in the crowd I found myself nearly trip right over a sobbing girl leaned against a store window. In a normal situation I may have contemplated using some Strider charm on the girl to attempt to cheer her up, but I was in no helping mood at that point in time. I was assuming that I'd probably have to take her with me which I really didn't want to even think of having that as a burden so I just ran on, ignoring her cries.

I passed a priest muttering on a street corner somehow not getting bowled over by the passing rioters. He was whispering something to the wavering sky as if speaking to a higher power, pleading it to stop the armageddon. I almost stopped and told him it was a bit late for that and that we're already screwed over but I kept running, staying silent.

I remembered I hadn't spoken a single word ever since I cussed out Bro's console when I lost a life.

It almost stung to think about that.

As I shooed the painful thoughts of home and Bro out of my mind I noticed a single person fighting against the stream as I was on the other side of the street. I did a double take but the second I looked back, the vaguely familiar figure had already disappeared from sight.

My own urgent voice broke me from my thoughts of the fleeting figure,

"Twelve minutes left..." It persisted. I winced, not much time left. At the pace I was going then I would never make it in time. I had to go the other way. There was no other route that could lead me to my final destination in time, otherwise the crowded sidewalk would become my final destination. I wasn't going to let that happen.

I swerved off the congested sidewalk nearly knocking over many a person and sprinted into a nearby deserted alley. I was relieved to breathe air that wasn't polluted with the stench of other people's sweat and instead thick with the reek of yesterday's hamburgers from the nearby fast food place. Not much of a change, but anything somewhat familiar comforted me.

I didn't slow my pace to a walk even though I could move freely, my tired legs continued to pump on. I felt as if nothing could stop me in one part of my mind and in the other as if I should just stop running and lay down and cry. The latter of that was never going to happen, I thought. I'm a Strider for God's sake. Strider's don't cry, even if it is the end of the world.

With that thought in mind I continued down the alley with the headphones counting down, the numbers seared into my vision.

I was going to make it and no lousy goddamn stupid apocalypse was going to stop me.

Because I am the Strider.

It's me.

Wow, look at the plethora of bad references I stuck in there. |D

Anyway, this took me just a tad longer since when I was over halfway done writing this I accidentally closed the tab instead of a different one. I had to re-write all the words. All of them. ;a;

Wow, I really have no shame when it comes to bad references, do I?

Changing the subject, please review! I really love reading all of your reviews (ALL OF THEM!), even the critical ones. So yeah, review. :3

See you all very soon!

-Mint