Okay, this is the last boring chapter!
Or, well, what I HOPE is the last "boring chapter"! After this is more of the intros still, and eventually the games will begin. It's going to be slightly graphic, so the rating may change! It's also a really long chapter, but I'm sure it's relatively pleasant to read!
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Hemlockforensics
Reader: Leave the body of the extremely sexy Russian and become one with a dork!
You are now incredibly dorky, and yes, you realize that you are incredibly dorky! Please don't rub it in! However, now that you're almost 18, you've kind of accepted the fact that you're pretty dorky. Your name is John Egbert and you're currently very lost. This, of course, isn't that much of a surprise though, because you do tend to get lost frequently. It's not a terrible thing to do though, because usually, when you're lost you have the opportunity to meet tons of new people! That's a good thing, right?
You've always been a fan of people, and you had lots of friends in high school. Right now, you're attending Oxford and you're training in the forensics category. You've always wanted to help with crime scenes, but you're too scared to actually go to a crime scene. You've been really afraid of the police since you were 16, and that's not exactly something you'd like to think about at the moment. You're British, but you did live in the US for a little while with your dad. Your dad is really cool, except for the fact that he's also extremely embarrassing. You guess it just kind of runs in the family. You secretly pity anyone who might become your spawn, because you'd most likely embarrass them constantly. Also, you're very meterosexual, and you'd be a better mother than you would be a father. Not to mention your children would have to eat baked goods for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You hate baked goods; and by hate, you mean despise. But it's not exactly your fault! Your dad could only make them, and sadly you were cursed with the same nature. Any baked good you try to make turns out to be perfect, but cooking anything else turns out to be inedible. It's a tragedy, really.
You're not really that nervous about having children, though, because you're not exactly very good with women. For the record, and you'd never admit this to anyone out loud, you've never even kissed anyone! Let alone be with someone who would want to...er, repopulate with you...But then again, the less children that have to suffer the torture of constant cakes, the better, right? Right!
You tend to look on the bright side of life. You've come to realize that something good happens every day, and you always try to find it! You pride yourself on the fact that you haven't shed a single tear in the past couple of years. Why waste your life with sadness? Life is too short for something stupid like that! So, you try to be happy as much as possible and no one can bring you down. You're smart, sophisticated and ready for action at any time. What's there to be sad about? Your life now is so much better than it was before. You've come to respect and worship that fact. Why would you do something like that to yourself?
At the moment, you're standing alone at a Moor in Liverpool, waiting for a ferry. You know perfectly well what's going on here. The man who saved you from that wretched life a few years ago made you sign a contract in which you would be at this spot on this day. That was so long ago, you hardly even remember it. But going on holiday? Please! It's the least you could do for the bloke! But, it did seem a touch odd, didn't it? Oh well. It would do you some good to go off into the world after all the studying you've been doing all year!
You look around a bit, before tapping a girl who looked relatively nice on the shoulder. She had dark hair and olive skin, and a bright smile on her face. She also wore very nice fuschia clothing, and spectacles to match. She turned around to look at you. She was plump, but not in a terrible way. Also, and you would blush thinking this, she had very nice curves on her body. She was also small, but was a tad bit taller than you, which made sense because you were only 5'4", after all! You gave her a welcoming smile back.
"Hi!" You said, "I'm a bit lost, I was wondering if I could spare a bit of your time to help me?"
"Of course!" She said, an Italian accent showing through, "Although this is my first time to England, I do have a map. Maps are very good you know! Yes, very very good!"
"Right, of course!" You said, the smile on your face growing. Your father always said the Italians were kind, but you had no idea anyone could ever be this darn nice! "So, er, I was wondering if you could show me to Moor 36?"
"The Moor 36?" She gasped, her eyes widening "Merda santo! I'm headed there too!"
"Really?" Your eyes widened, "How odd! I don't suppose you're leaving on a ferry this afternoon?"
"But I am!" She said, nodding her head, "Are you headed to the island?"
"I'm headed to an island, if that's what you mean…" You raised an eyebrow, looking at her.
"You know," She said, gaining an adventurous look in her eye, "People have gone to that island and have never returned...that is why I am going there! Italy has nothing like that, yes? So I'm going there to explore!"
"Explore? Never came back?" You gulped, "I had no bloody clue! Do you think it will be dangerous?"
"Danger is what will make it fun, silly!" She smiled, "Since we're about to go on a trip together...my name is Feferi."
"Oh! Right of course!" You brought the smile back onto your face, "My name is John."
Reader: Start walking in the right direction.
You're trying, okay? I mean, you are following an Italian stranger who's never been here before...But you're sure you'll find it in no time! So shut up and let you do your thing!
I'll do what I want. Reader: Run into a very attractive young man.
What in the blithering hell are you talking about?! You're most definitely not homosexual. It's not like you've ever dabbled, but you know you fancy girls. There is no doubt about it. You just don't think about doing disgusting things to them, because you are a gentleman through and through. Yes, some men are attractive, but you would never do something like that with them, would you? No! Of course not!
During your very great argumentative train of thought, you find yourself tripping over one of the feet of your gorgeous companion, and falling into someone. Okay, maybe not into them, but into the arms of them. You mentally shoot yourself in the face for doing something so stupid in front of such a pretty girl, as you open your eyes to see your saviour. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. He was nothing short of attractive, for a man, you mean. He had blond hair and a square chin, with skin just a bit paler than yours (Which is saying something. Your father was a ginger), with freckles dusting his nose. You couldn't tell his expression exactly, but it seemed like it hadn't fazed him at all. He placed you back on your feet with slightly muscular arms.
"Hey, watch where you're going," He smirked, "You might hurt yourself pullin' shit like that."
You nodded your head, unable to form words with your mouth.
"You okay, bro?" He asked again. He had a Southern twang, and so you guessed he was from the United States.
"R-right! Of course, Old Chap!" You smiled at him, brushing yourself off. "Just a bit flustered, that's all! However, I am very sorry for falling for you-" You coughed, "Falling on you, pardon me! I just tend to not be very graceful when it comes to walking!"
He nodded his head. "Where're you off to, short stuff?"
"Excuse me, but I would rather if you did not call me that." You sighed, "My name is John Egbert if you would like to address me by something. And for your information, this young lady and I were headed to Moor 36."
"You shitting me, Short Stuff?" He asked, keeping the nickname, "This nice lady over here and I are headed to the same dock. Guessin' you're goin' to that island, huh?"
"Yes! We are!" You nodded, enthusiastically. "This is Feferi, and you two are?" You ask, looking at the girl who stood next to him. She was also a bit taller than you, and had cropped hair and red specs.
"The name's Dave Strider," He said with a smirk, "And this is Terezi Pyrope. What's your name, Short Stuff?"
"I already told you my name," You said, refraining from rolling your eyes. You are a gentleman. Gentlemen do not roll their eyes in front of anyone. Not even men like him. "I am John Egbert, and this is Feferi!" Feferi gave him a smile and a wave.
"It's a pleasure, Egderp." He smiled at the new nickname. You suppose you couldn't help the goofy smile that plastered onto your face when he said that too.
"It's nice to meet you too!" You smiled, and then realize you should probably ask him to help you find your way. "I was wondering, do you know where Moor 36 is? Feferi and I are a bit, well, lost!"
"You're lost. In England." Terezi laughed, well, perhaps not laughed. It was less of a laugh and more of the most frightening sound you've ever had the displeasure of hearing. "Please, it's not like you don't own a map!"
"I've never been to Liverpool before!" You tried to explain yourself. "And I'm not very good when it comes to directions-"
"That's a bit of a sob story, luv," She cackled again, "Asking a blind woman and a 16 year old boy from Texas directions?"
"What?!" You exclaimed, you had no idea she was blind! And the fact that he was 16? Fucking hell, he was two years younger than you! "I d-didn't mean to, well that is I-"
"Oh calm your tiny tits, TZ," He said, putting an arm around you, "There's no need to upset the lil' dude. We do know where we're goin', and he's headed in the same direction. By the looks of it, he's goin' on holiday with you too. Might as well be civil."
He starts leading you along before turning and saying, "Plus, the fact that he can't get around his own fucking country is endearing, right? We'll be able to tease him about it 'til he turns as red as my blood."
You sighed as you walked along, learning little things about this Dave Strider person. You also learned about Terezi and Feferi. Evidently, Feferi was related to royalty in Italy. She became bored with that and hoped to go on this holiday in order to gain some adventure in her life. Terezi was attempting to become an artist and was mooching off of her sister, Latula, until her paintings made some profit. You were going to ask how this made sense because she was blind, but then Dave patted your shoulder and politely asked you not to do that. Evidently, Terezi was alright about being blind, but it was still a very touchy subject. By the looks of it, she hadn't always been blind, and was still getting used to not being able to see. She seemed overly obsessive with the color red. By the time you reached the Moor, you knew a lot about everyone.
Dave was an interesting character as well. He evidently came here from Texas with one of his brothers, who sent him on holiday while he could take a tumble with his own boyfriend. Dave seemed relatively smart, but also a bit self obsessed. You learned more about him than anyone else. Not just because he talked more, but you thought he was more interesting. He told you about his odd taste in music, hate for puppets, and love for apple juice. You told him about your father, hate for cake, and love of wonderful movies.
"Those are the shittiest movies ever created, Egderp," He said, grimacing under his sunglasses. "In fact, they are so shitty that even toilets cry when they look at them. Toilets, Egbert. Toilets eat shit. Those movies are too shitty for toilets."
"I think they're great!" You said, elbowing him. "I suppose you just don't know a great flick when you see one."
"'Flick'? Who the FUCK says 'flick', anymore, Egdork?" He gasped, "Please, never say that again!"
"Pfft," You laughed, "Please, Mr. Strider! I'll say whatever I want to say!"
"When the fuck do you suppose the ferry's gonna get here?" He asked Terezi, cutting your conversation short.
"I have no clue." She shrugged. "My guess is there are going to be more people on this little holiday than just us. So I would wait for them before using such profanities."
"You're not much better!" Feferi giggled, poking Terezi in the side. You decided you really liked these guys. They were all very friendly, and even though it seemed like Terezi didn't like you very much at first, you came to understand that's just a part of her personality.
Reader: Become Dave Strider.
Oh, thank GOD! You thought you would never be able to be so goddamn cool again. It was starting to get cramped in such a dorky body.
You guess he's not that bad. He's kind of cute in an unironic sense, and could be pretty cool to hang out with. Just as long as you stay the fuck away from any movie theaters, and evidently baked goods. But he seems like a cool kid, and his friend, Feferi seems really nice too. As you chat more with him about a bunch of random shit, a few more people walk up. You can easily recognize them from the train. It's the posh blond, and the giggle-puss. They walk up to you.
"Hi!" The giggle puss smiles at you guys, earning one of those goofy smiles from John, "Is this Moor 36?"
"Sure is, darlin'," You give her a smirk, "I'm guessin' you two lovely ladies are joinin' us?"
"Yes," The priss says, "I suppose we are. My name is Rose Lalonde, and this is Jade Harley."
"Lalonde, Harley," you give them each a nod, "Right here we've got a Miss Terezi, Miss Feferi, and Mister Egbert. I'm Dave Strider."
"How do you do?" Rose asked me, but did not really look at me. Instead, she was staring John Egbert down.
"Just fine." You looked at Jade, "What about you, Harley? Don't think you're from around here."
"Uh, no, actually! I'm from Guam!" She states, happily. "You don't sound like you're from around here either! Where are you from?"
"Houston Texas," You looked over in John's direction, "You got all your stuff, Egbert? You kinda dropped some of it when you fell into my arms."
"W-what? Oh! No, I've got it right here, thank you!" He smiled, as Terezi cackled once more.
"You two should probably watch out for this one," She winked, "Or else he might kill all of you before the holiday's finished!"
"What? Why?" Jade asked, cocking her head to the side in a fashion which could only be described as adorable.
"From the way it seems, he must be quite clumsy," Rose stared him up and down again, but then smiled. "I suppose it's a bit endearing though. How old are you dear?"
"Eighteen!" He smiled her way. This was almost a jaw-dropper for you. This little prick was two years older than you? You thought he must have been at least two years younger than you by his size. You must be at least six inches taller than him, at least!
"You've just started University then, yes?" She asked him again, batting your eyelashes. You swear, if this kept on going, you'd have to stop it. There is a time and place for flirting, and it is not here.
"Yeah, actually! I did!" He gave her another award-winning smile. "I'm attending Oxford at the moment!"
No sooner was the idle chit-chat cut off, when three interesting new people came about. They introduced themselves as Vriska, Aradia, and Tavros. Aradia was Asian, and just kind of boring. Tavros had a lisp and liked to badly rap. He was practically just a you-wannabe. And then Vriska was a true sight to behold; she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. She was just as tall as you were, with indigo eyes and platinum blond hair. Her boobs were huge, and she had a really short and revealing skirt on. Her shirt dipped right below the top of her cleavage too. She was clearly from Russia, and was not a fan of talking to people. However, she and John seemed to hit it right off. She kept talking to him, but his face was practically right where her boobs were. You swear, that little prick was so damn lucky. But he was really cute, with his glasses and his hair which was just the perfect amount of messy. And holy shit his eyes, and his button nose and-
Reader: Attempt focus on NOT being gay.
Hey, you never said you were gay! The mind text really needs to stop reading into things so much. Hahaha, get it? Reading into things? It's text?
Reader: Accept the fact that your joke was not even ironically funny.
Right. Of course. You need to focus. Anyway, Vriska was flirting with John, and then some other douchebags came. They introduced themselves as Karkat, Sollux and Eridan. They all seemed really annoying, and you thought it might be fun to bother one of them. So, you chose Karkat. He was really small, a bit taller than John, and he had dark hair and eyes that were light brown-almost a reddish color. He had dark circles around his eyes, and he was clearly very British. You walked over to him.
"Sup," You said, giving him a little nod.
"What the fuck do you want?" He asked, giving you a cold glare.
"Just wanted to say hi, Karkat."
"Well then, I don't need anyone to say hi to me, so kindly buggar off, you twat-sucker." He spat at you.
"Hey, now. I don't want any of that language comin' from your mouth when I'm around," You smirked, walking towards him, "Manners are the shit."
"What-the-fuck-ever." He mumbled. Right on cue, John seemed to walk over to us.
"Hello Karkat! Hi Dave!" He smiled, literally jumping into the conversation. "I just wanted to let you two know that the ferry should be arriving here any moment!"
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Karkat moaned, "This is so fucking stupid. I'm really starting to wonder why I even fucking came here in the first place."
"Aren't we all?" Rose said, looking him in the eye. You hadn't realized she was listening to your conversation the whole time at all.
"Yes, Rose," Kanaya agreed, nodding her head, "I am actually beginning to wonder if there was any ulterior motive of getting us here all together as well."
"Well, that's probably too late now," Vriska said, shrugging her shoulders "Tiny boat is here now."
You all looked over to spot the ferry which would be taking you to the island. It was small, but clean. In it, sat a man who had clown paint on his face, and seemed to be smoking marijuana inside the ferry. You all just stood there for a moment, not really understanding what you should do. The man got up.
"Hey, motherfuckers," He said, in an accent which sounded like he was trying to hide Scottish flairs behind his tone. He was definitely a stoner, you were breathing in the fumes from the weed from practically 20 feet away. John leaned into you.
"What's that stench?" He asked, and when you looked down into his eyes they were both wide and naive.
"I'll tell you when you're older, k?" You told him, and when you looked over at Rose, her nose was crinkled in frustration.
"Hello. We're here to take your ferry to the island," Eridan said, his nose clearly turned up into the air with the smell.
"Well, hop all motherfuckin' in!" The stoner said with a lopsided smile, "My name is Gamzee. You all are welcome to call me that."
Tavros is the first to get in, he's timid about it, but Vriska practically pushes him in. Luckily, Gamzee helps him in, lifting him into the boat. You thought you saw Tavros even blush a little bit. Shy boys are the worst type, especially when they're as ripped as he is. He's almost as ripped as you. Almost.
Then Vriska gets in, and she helps Kanaya, Feferi and Terezi in. You never thought of her as the type to be nice like that. Then Eridan and Sollux get in, then Kanaya helps Rose. Then Aradia gets in. Karkat looks like he's about to piss himself when Gamzee lifts him up to place him in the ferry.
"Put me the fuck down!" He squeaked, "I can get into the bloody raft on my own, you shit-licking-"
"Oh, calm the motherfuck down, little bro…" Gamzee placed his hand over Karkat's mouth. "You need somethin' to make ya feel good. Motherfuckin yellin' like that ain't going to help nobody."
"Alright, Harley, let's get you in there." You said, getting in the ferry before helping her down. Then you helped John in, and the small boat was off.
Reader: Skip the long and boring boat ride to the island. As fun as mindless conversation is, we really don't need it.
After a really long, boring boat ride, you start to see an island. Everyone's eyes widen as they strain their necks to catch a glimpse of it. Then, everyone is silent. All of the chatter has completely quieted, and the only noise is the waves crashing against the ferry. It seems as if everyone's just seen a ghost, except for Gamzee who must be used to the island by this point. The silence began to get uncomfortable, but in all honesty, the sight you saw was well worth the silence.
"Holy fuck." Karkat is the first one to speak.
"What is that?" Jade asks, leaning into you. You smirk at her reaction, it's just way too damn cute.
The island is huge, to say the least. It is covered with trees and a few buildings here and there, and there are probably a few types of animals in there as well. It seems unfit for where it is in the world-almost like a tropical paradise. Like the sort of island you read about in Lord of the Flies or Robinson Crusoe. Not that you actually read those books when you were supposed to in school, but it was the best thing to relate it to at the moment. The strangest thing about the island, though, was an enormous clear dome which surrounded the entirety of the island. It was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.
"It's to motherfuckin' protect us from the storms," Gamzee explained, as everyone gaped at the massive fish-bowl. "We get some bad storms here. It's also to keep us all up and motherfuckin' safe from outsiders. It locks real well, and the only person who can unlock it is the motherfuckin' Big Man."
"The 'Big Man'?" Terezi asked, turning to him. You could tell she didn't like Gamzee very much.
"Welcome to Crimson Veined Island." Was all he said, gaining a cryptic look on his face.
And that's where your life went to hell.