OH NO DAVES TRYINA STEAL KK'S MAN

You knock the apartment door that belongs none other then to Dave Strider himself. Your knuckles rapping against the hard and chipping wood rapidly as you smile eagerly, awaiting him to answer. Your left hand is behind your back, clutching something so hard you wouldn't be surprised if your hand turned whiter then you already were. And that would be saying something considering your whiter then fresh sour creme.

Dave Strider had once been your best friend, but things got rather creepy when he confessed his "undying unironic affection" for you.

He might have scored a chance if he didn't butcher the word irony like some 14 year old girl on the internet.

Your hand begins hitting the wood harder until your making a flat out slapping motion, pounding it with as much force as you can against the chipped paint on his cheap ass door.

"Daaaaave! Open up" You screech into the wood impatiently. You know no one gives a second look when you come here but with that knife in your hand they just might this time.

You wait a few minutes in annoyance and sit down in the hall way and play with the knife's blade. You can wait for him. You can wait for anyone on the list, he's not special. Not better then anyone else there and you know he's probably just absolutely anxious for you to jump rope with his intestines, listen to himself scream like a scared child. Feel himself cry as you kiss his dying mouth.

You're going to make him scream and beg for his pathetic life.

Make him wonder what he did to make you angry, without an answer present for him to hear. Without him knowing why his old crush just literally ripped out his heart and stomped on it.

You're name is John Egbert and you are killing everyone you've ever known.

Dave whistles a tune as he steps inside the creaking doors of his apartment complex. His feet thudding on the aged wood of the floor, creaking as he moved to the stairs. This place was old and that's why it was so cheap.

The plan wasn't always to live in this crappy building, but Dave couldn't let the nostalgia of his childhood go away. Apartments were a thing he clung to like it was his life.

His first plan was to move in with his old love, John. They could have lived in some fancy house or something.

Dave didn't have an actual plan for them, but that didn't matter did it? John didn't want his advances sexual or romantic all the same.

He wasn't mad though. Nope, not mad at all. He reassured himself as his feet stepped more violently on the smelly carpet of the last stair. He shuffled through the door to his floor and moved through the hallway in an angry daze.

He didn't know why he was thinking about John in the first place. Maybe that's why it was such a surprise when he noticed the black haired boy asleep in a ball right next to his door.

"Hey." Dave whispered as he nudged John's jean covered leg with his foot slightly.

John grunted in his sleep and his nose scrunched up. Dave nudged harder and one of his eyes popped open. "Dave!" He suddenly announced seemingly wide awake.

Dave stepped back as John threw his arms around his neck, and suddenly it was hard to breathe. John was suffocating him, his arm wrapped tightly around his airway and he was laughing. John's laugh was loud and Dave's ears began to ring and his vision began getting white specs. Then as suddenly as it happened John's arm loosened and he was free and breathing heavy.

"Holy shit I thought you were killing me there Egbert."

John's eyes flashed with something. It was sadistic and knowing and full of humor all at the same time and it sent a shiver down Dave's spine.

"Why would I do that?" The boy with frightening blue eyes laughed and the noise was horrible. It was like a sadistic laugh, ringing through the empty hallways of the apartment's stale air.

Dave felt like he was suffocating again, but John wasn't touching him this time. It was like he had a murderous air around him, like something was going to happen to him. Something horrible.

Dave tugged at his collar and swallowed nervously. Why was he scared, this was the same boy that he wanted to make happy not that long ago. I'm overreacting. Dave assured himself, and repeated it in his head until it reassured him of the unjustified scared thoughts that played in his head for whatever purpose. He knew he was being paranoid. Or he thought at least, what's the worst this little kid could do to him? His brother trained him ruthlessly when they were still together in that other place. That felt like forever ago, his older brother still lived with him but the training days had long since passed by. Their relationship changed and now they barely talked unless they really had to.

"Hey uh, wanna come inside?" Dave finally asked, escaping from his thoughts.

John smiled and his hand twitched towards his back pocket holding the knife. He itched to use it, tear open Dave's beautiful flesh and reveal a color so close to his strange eyes. "Of course I do!"

And with that Dave pulled out the tarnished silver key from his jeans pocket and struggled to put it into the lock. John's air around him was making him nervous and shaky all over again, making it hard to get the already crappy key into the scratched key hole of the rusty doorknob. This place needed serious repairs and everyone knew it, thats why Dave's hall was almost completely cleared of anyone except the deaf lady at the farthest end. He had always thought that was the coolest shit ever, but now he was doubting it all because he was a little paranoid about John.

Or a lot paranoid but it was still the same useless feeling filling a pit in his stomach. It had always been like this whether it was from him having a crush or not.

The door finally opened, but not without a fight. Dave assumed it was a pile of puppets or some shit blocking the door and just pushed.

He wasn't surprised when he realized he was right.

"This place hasn't changed at all." John smiled as he closed the door behind himself, his hands slipping around the cool handle of his knife as he stepped forward, pulling it out ever so slightly with the slowest pace he could muster. He wanted to rip it out, tear the jeans and use it to tear flesh. But he had to wait. His plan needed a older Strider present too.

But he didn't need to post pone all the fun did he? No, he didn't and he wasn't going to. He pulled the sharp blade straight out of his pocket without ripping the fabric too bad. He jumped forward, pouncing on Dave with the blade hoisted in the air.

"What are you doing?!" Dave screamed as the knife stopped just mere centimeters from his exposed Adam's apple.

"Nothing, just having a little fun before the real show starts." John murmured huskily into the other's ear as he trailed the knife across the side of Dave's neck, grazing the skin just enough to draw very small traces of blood past the surface.

John had Dave tied up to a kitchen chair in no time, and the real waiting began.

Your name is Bro Strider and opening your apartment door was the worst mistake of your life.