"I'm sorry John...I'm so Sorry..."
Dave? Was that Dave's voice ?
John was standing in a cemetery, behind a stone... And he was looking at the blonde on the other side, sitting on his knees, staring at the stone.
Dave? No... Please don't cry!"
But Dave didn't respond , John leaned forward, eyeing the stone to see what was written on it...
'Here Lies John Egbert',...
That was the only line he needed to read, he looked back up at Dave.
But he wasn't there, his vision was blurring,... everything was going dark.
~
John's eyes fluttered open, he sat up in a sweaty haze. He was staring right into some stony grey ones.
"Hey Kid? You alright? ..."
Wait , a voice?
"Kid can't you talk right?Why are you sleeping out here!"
John blinked a moment before realizing the skies weren't around him, he was sitting against a wall... When he looked side to side, he realized he was in an alleyway, clinging to his backpack.
He was clad in a blue plaid shirt over his normal ones, and slightly loose jeans, he fixed his glasses on his head, before nodding slowly.
Then it clicked... he was ALIVE!
He quickly stumbled to his feet, pressing up against the wall, looking at the man before him, the woman holding a small child and they stepped back.
"Are you alright Dear?"The womans voice was so soft , it almost made him cry, he was so happy to hear a human voice .
"Y-Yes I am fine...Just probably,.. fell asleep. Nothing bad, But.. Where Am I?"He asked, feeling a subtle relief as his vocal chords mended words.
"You are in Maine of course. Why? Where are you from?"
MAINE!?
John felt his legs get shaky.
Dear god. Vriska was true, as farthest away from Texas as possible...
"I'm meant to be in Texas right now" He said quiety.
"Texas?!"The woman gasped "What are you doing so far away from home!? And so young!"
"I...I guess I spent too much time on vacation,But I don't remember much, so I think maybe I was hit on the head or something, But I need to get home ... and I need to get home soon"He said .
"Well... Considering we can't just leave you out here. My husband drives trucks to the states over, He leaves on Saturday, Its Thursday. Do Stay with us or something and then he can take you as far as the state line in New jersey ."
John let out a breath, such a good start. "Thank you...Thats very generous."He said quietly .
:I am John Egbert"
"Just call me Spades or Slick. And this here is Paint... we call her Paint, its short for her real name with is Patricia . But she's all artsy so we just call her Paint or "He smiled.
"And thats our little boy Andrew."
As they were introduced John took note in his brain to write down later what They looked like.
Spades.. Or Slick. Hey why not just call him both. Was a very tall man, lightly tanned skin and clad in a black t shirt and black jacket, black pants and a black fedora over black hair.
Ms. Paint was small and fragile looking, pale white with her blonde hair tied back in a paint splattered bandana and a bright shirt and skirt.
Andrew was a little thing, Small, green shirt, shorts, a small tuft of brown hair on his small head.
The family looked so... perfect. The only word to pop into Johns head as he followed them.
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Dave woke the next morning. A package left on his bed by Dirk.
It was from Rose and Kanaya
'Hey there mr Strider boy too-cool-too-talk,
Heres your mail, Hope your doing alright, call me sometime !
~ Kanaya.'
Mail?
Oh yeah. somehow a letter or something got to him. He sighed and looked in the package after reading the small out a Pastel Envelope.
"Dear Dave"
Heh it almost reminded him of John's handwriting, a pang of sadness hitting him in the chest before he slid it open gently, pulling out the letter inside...