A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for the long wait. Geez, I must've made a lot of you upset. And I appreciate all the reviews you guys have been giving me. I've been pretty tight with my schedule with the past weeks since we had tons of projects to do in school and exam was a week away. But no worries now. All those shit are dooooone.
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Fandomstuck: SuperStuck with Fandomstuck Chapter 5
You are the Homestuck fandom and you are staring out onto the night sky with no plans of sleeping at all. You decide to slip into your recuperacoon and feel the slime indulge your body. You smile to yourself but as time passes by, faint images of Supernatural start to cross your mind. Shivering involuntarily, you shake your head to rid the thoughts. "This is going to be a long night" You murmur under your breath. You don't close your eyes but you spend the night thinking about the endless possibilities you and your moirail could do the day tomorrow.
You open your eyes to see your respite block covered in darkness. Seems like night has taken over. The reason of your awakening was the clock set on your nightstand. Gog, why did you keep this infernal device again? You groan and reach out with all your might and grab it. Hahah. Caught you, you little fucker! You grab the ringing piece of machinery and flung it across the room, breaking it into a hundred pieces. That's going to be a bitch to clean up.
You climb out of your recuperacoon and wipe yourself free of its mild, green sopor slime. So much for not sleeping. You recall the thoughts your mind has wandered when you rested on the sleeping cocoon. It had been about Hetalia at first, but as the thoughts grow confusing and hazy, they turn to the most puke-worthy thoughts ever. Your kismesis, SPN.
It makes you wonder how the hell he always gets inside your mind whenever you try and ignore him. After wiping yourself, you gather the clothes you've slipped off and put them on one by one. Deciding that you still have no intentions of sleeping –Especially after that No Sleeping plan– you head out and refresh your thoughts with a glass of cold water. You don't really bother with the time. Night or early in the morning, you don't give a fuck. All you want is a glass of water. You head down the kitchen and grab a glass. You take a pitcher filled with water out of the fridge and pour it into the glass.
Sorry, But Is This Any Important To The Story?
What, defining the acts of retrieving water from the fridge? I don't know. But what I do know is that it's a part of something. Something you'll see soon. Oh, what's that you say? ….Even I don't know. Look, just because we're all impatient here doesn't mean you need to skip the drinking water part. I promise it won't take long!
Okay.
Good. We finally agree on something. Now, where was I? Ahh, you pour the water from the water-filled pitcher into the glass and bring the glass to your lips. Glub, glub, glub. Hmmm. That's what'cha call a nice, refreshing, cold drink of– BLUH! Okay, maybe drinking cold water first thing in the morning or late thing in the night isn't a good idea. It reopens your taste buds or something. Well, it's not like the water tastes like anything. It tastes like rocks, for example. Rocks don't taste like anything. It's just cold enough to awaken your senses. The water, I mean. Not the rocks.
You set the unfinished glass of water on the sink and put the pitcher back in the fridge. The dulling sensation on your cheeks seems to bother you. Your hand reaches up to massage those lumpy pieces of flesh.
What Did You Just Call Them?
Lumpy pieces of flesh. This is my story so I get to call em' that! Lumpy pieces of flesh. Best thing I've said so far. Anyways, you let your hand fall back down on your side and sigh. "Oh, duuuuude! So glad I find someone awake!"
You turn around to see AT stagger her way through the darkness. You watch, unimpressed, and wait a couple seconds before she finally makes her way towards you. "How do you even know there's someone here if you can't see in the dark?" You raise your eyebrows and question her. Really, that's a creepy ability to have. What, does she have, like, a heat detector or something? Gog, I swear.
"My fandom senses are tingling" Adventure Time giggled. "Anywho, I just planned this, like, a couple minutes ago. We should totes have a huge party for Sherlock! I mean, after all those years and years and decades and years of waiting for the release of Season 3, he finally gets out of the Hiatuszone!" She threw her hands up in the air and made a wave. "So I was thinking 'Hey, let's make a celebration out of this!' and we could have EDM rock the fandombase and all. So, what do you think?" She placed her hands on her hips and grinned wide.
"Why ask me?" You step aside and made a move towards your respiteblock. Thinking she was done with her ranting as to why you wouldn't tell her your opinion, you sighed. But it was far from over. She hurled herself towards you and tackled you.
"Great! Now that I have your attention, kindly answer me. Are you willing to support my idea of a party celebrating Sherlock?!" She shouted and you quickly shut her up by covering her blabbering protein chute.
"Are you mad? Are you trying to be everybody's human alarm clock wherein you wake them up in the morning for some purpose and have yourself beaten up? Because surely, my experience with clocks isn't nice." You hiss and try to push her off you but failed. "Okay, okay, I'll go to your gogdamn party. Now please, kindly get the fuck off me" You glare at her. You don't like the memory of being under someone rather dominant than you. Especially not a specific someone. Cough. Cough. She gets the hint and hops off you easily. Whoop! She grins and runs away, her green backpack bounding behind her.
You get up and check the whole fandombase if anyone's awake yet. Turns out no one else had the idea of being awake. Slowly, you turn around and leave the 4th room this early morning and decide to head back when you saw a pair of dark wings at the corner. You groan internally and hide as the devil (Heh, ironic) himself make his way towards his room. You hear him muttering under his breath and he opens the door to his room. With your amazing, and when I say amazing, I mean shitty skills of stealth, you tip toe back to your respiteblock which is in the opposite side of the hallway from his. But, with the darkness, you can use it to your aid.
Five steps away when that ONE PARTICULAR PIECE OF WOOD on the floor creaks. It fucking creaks! You hold your breath when you hear the door to Supernatural's room stop half-way from opening. "Who's there?" He calls out. Wow, is it really that dark to hide someone? Not caring whether he finds out or not, you continue those four steps and open the door to your respiteblock. "…Homestuck?" You hear him call out. You stop in your tracks at the voice calling out to you. Since when did the dark angel call you Homestuck? And since when did you start calling the demon "dark angel"? Okay, maybe that was a long ago term for the said fandom but thinking the idea aside, you make the most stupidest decision of your troll life.
Make The Most Stupidest Decision Of Your Troll Life.
Gee, thanks for the words of encouragement. You turn your head to the source of the voice and watch as Supernatural look at you from across the hallway. So the dark wasn't that helpful at all. Thanks, again, for raising my hopes up darkness. "You finally got my name right. Did it take baby steps to pronounce it right?" Your snarky comment made the latter roll his eyes. The fandom walks toward you and stops a few feet away. He leans on the wall and, deciding to ignore your comment, rubs his neck nervously. "So I heard there's this party planned tonight and I was wondering if… You want to go with me?" He looked away, his hair covering his eyes. You scoff and cross your arms. Whoa, is angel boy embarrassed or something?
His head snaps up and narrows his eyes at you. Whoops, did you say that out loud? "Angel boy? Pfff. You always find a way to call me" He grinned. You roll your eyes and glare at the smirk he's giving you. But, as the glaring lingered, the more you stared at his lips. You shake the thought away and think of a reply to change the topic. "So about that party, were you asking me out?" You raise an eyebrow and smirk triumphantly when the grin he's giving you drops and an unmistakable blush covers his face. He pursed his lips in a stubborn manner and glares at you.
"I'm not asking you out, demon! That's a reputation killer. I just wanted to know if you want to hang around" He mumbled the last part but you were able to hear. You shrug your shoulders and let silence pass for a few seconds. "I'll see if I can. Hetalia's always in my list to go to for parties. If he's hanging around that other new fandom then I guess it might be possible" You look away as well and find the laces of your shoes interesting. "Oh, cool." He said. Seriously, you find this awkward after that thing he did to you. Ack! Stop thinking about it! It's wrong and he's a self-centered brat for his needs!
Figuring SPN needed to get his own medicine for making you feel uncomfortable; an idea of teasing him crosses your mind. Will it do any good though? Hey, you're taking your chances out of 0 for embarrassing him one way or the other. "So, it's a date?" You let the words slip out of your protein chute and internally screamed at the choice of words your think pan chose. But it did a great effect on him. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped open, trying to say something but it never came. You grin at his expression and roll your eyes. "It was a joke. But seriously, this is nothing more than hanging out. Got that?" You narrow your eyes at him and the brunette shuts his mouth, nodding his head afterwards.
He coughed and crossed his arms again. "So yeah, whatever. Bye demon" He muttered lowly and began walking back to his side of the hallway. "Yeah, by Nattie" you grin at the reaction you got from him when he stopped in his tracks. "Wait, what–" you closed the door to your respiteblock before you hear him continue whatever he was going to say.
You are the Homestuck Fandom and your kismesis just asked you to go to the party with him tonight. And when you say kismesis, you mean the uncanny douchebag who used to spray salt in your eyes and wondered if that bastard will ever do it again"