Gleestuck
Episode 1
Season 1
Don't own MSPA or Glee
==» FF: Next morning, be Dave
You are now Dave Strider and it is the next morning. Shit's been beyond weird since you joined glee club. You can't really explain the weird primordial soup that is your brains. On one side, if your membership of glee is revealed, years of not only yours, but your Bro's hard work on perfecting the fine, delicate art of cool could very well be going down the tubes with last night's drunken victories. On the other side, you... Kinda... Maybe... A bit... Unironically enjoy it.
There. You said it. You enjoy singing and there is nothing ironic about it.
Shit is so messed up.
Sure sicknasty rap battles of earthquaking proportions are one thing, but singing and dancing showtunes and shit? Not. Cool.
You can't believe just a few days ago your head was all up and fucking straight, you walked around assured at your levels of undeniable awesome. But now. Now. Shit's different. Even if they don't know, you feel different. It's fucking warped.
And that's not even mentioning your Bro.
The first time you walked into your apartment post-glee your Bro couldn't even lift his sword because he was to busy bustin' his fucking chops on the floor like he just saw twenty thousand silly cat videos in the span of a second upon your entrance.
But despite all this you still keep your cool.
'Cause you're fucking Dave Strider and the day you stop being cool is the day you die an epic slow motion movie death.
You exit your vehicle and start across the parking lot for your day.
==» Dave: Walk through the parking lot