Yes I am still working on this story, My gram had gotten sick so I took some time to take care of her and get some things in order.
If your new... Welcome to the story I hope you find it enjoyable and input anything you would like to happen.
Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck it belongs to Andre Hussie
=happy birthday John
Johns eyes slid open, his face pressed into the soft fluffy carpet where a wet spot was slowly forming.
He groaned and tugged the lower half of his body down to the floor with a resounding thud. The smell of cake drifted around his room, the culprit standing innocently on his dresser along with a poster, tape, and a card.
After carefully and expertly (seriously this happened to often) untangling himself from his blanket and wiped the drool from his face, he snagged a shirt from the end of his bed and , after sniffing it, tugged it on and changed from his pajama pants to a pair of jeans.
John flopped back on the bed with a yawn as he absent mindedly put on his glasses eyes sweeping across the room lazily.
Random bits of clothes were strewn about, a computer desk was in the corner near the window and near the closet was a desk with multiple books and notebooks with a multitude of different colored sticky notes against the wall behind it.
=examine your computer lazy boy!
John groaned, he squeezed his eyes closed before he trudged over to his computer plopping down on the chair and poked the mouse with a finger before slouching.
He winced at the brightness of the screen and rubbed his eyes before squinting at the screen.
Pesterchum flashed red.
turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:13
TG: Hey so what sort of insane loot did you rake in today
EB: haven't checked yet honestly, but i think it's a little monster poster.
John gave a devious grin as it took a moment for Dave to respond.
TG: oh hell that is such a coincidence i just found an unopened container of apple juice in my closet it is like fucking christmas up in here
EB:Are you sure it' apple juice Dave?
TG: yeah, definitely
EB: Absolutely sure?
TG: But
TG: the seal on the bottle is unbroken.
EB: Monsters know how to reseal a bottle.
EB: honestly dave im surprised you didn't know this.
TG: WHy did the fat kid or whoever drank it know what piss tasted like anyways
TG: i mean his reaction was nigh instantaneous.
EB: it was the 15th day in a row that Howie Mandel pissed in his juice.
TG: ok i can accept that
TG: monster B-list celebrity douchebags are cunning and persistent pranksters
TG: also fred savage has a really punchable face
TG: but who cares about this lets stop talking about it
TG: did you get the beta yet
EB: yes and no, its in the mail box now and the other parts are in my dads car.
EB: you?
TG: man i got two copies already
TG: but i don't care im not going to play it or anything the game sounds boring
TG: did you see how it got slammed in game bro?
EB: game bro is a fraud and whoever reads it is an idiot
TG: whatever
TG: why don't you go get your beta
EB: yeah yeah.
John scooted the chair back to look out the window an agitated gaze sweeping up to the sky flashes of his timeline flashing in his mind.
The crunch of tires halting at the mailbox brought him back to the task at hand.
=examine games on CD rack
John eyed the titles of the games and some random movies with a slight narrow of his eyes.
He couldn't place what was wrong so just shrugged it off as he hear his dad's happy whistling fill the house.
John deliberately ignored Pesterchum which was flashing red.
=read COLONEL SASSACRES DAUNTING TEXT
First of all no, it was to big to think of reading and why did you capitalized the name?
=answer chum and begone with this silly questions,John!
TG: is it there
TG: plz say yes
TG: maybe you can play with TT she's been pestering me all day about it
TG: she's mackin on me so hard all the time i start to feel embarrassed for her
TG: i mean not that i can blame her or anything
John snorted scratching his cheek with a huff.
EB:yes, we all worship the ground you walk upon, and yes it just arrived haven't got up to go get it yet.
ding!
Pesterchum flashed Lavender and John gave an incredulous look at Dave's pesterchum box.
EB: really Dave?
John stretched and pushed away from the computer flipping open the magic chest and grabbed his 'clever disguise' and the GameBro magazine (burn it burn it burn it!).
John barely even glanced at the paintings and photo's in the hall as he snuck down the stairs avoiding that one very creaky step.
The smell of fresh baking (strawberry?) permeated the room and attacked John's nose with vengeance.
The living room is just as he remembered photo frames holding and assortment of clowns and one he now semi recognised as the land of wind and shade albeit more colorful and with more clowns than he'd like.
A checkered carpet lay smack dab in the middle of the room and on it was a large gift box wrapped in pale blue and silver topped with a darker blue bow. The fireplace was bathing the room in an orange glow above it rested the intricate urn holding grandma's ashes and above that was her picture.
A pipe lay on the end table beside the couch (which had a cake freshly made just sitting him) and above the door way was a flat screen TV which was playing Con Air (well it was muted, his dad never really liked that movie) on the far end of the room was the stand holding an assortment of Harlequin figures.
two rooms led off into another hall or the kitchen.
=examine fireplace
John hurries over and flings that stupid magazine inside watching with satisfied eyes as it burned (not as fast but good enough).
Johns eyes trailed up to the urn a lump forming in his throat, he had gotten to know grandma rather well and this time he wouldn't completely topple her urn (she'd been rather angry about that).
=just get to the present!
John huffed and walked over to the present eyes flicking across the card.
CHAMP.
YOU CAN DO ANYTHING IF YOU PUT YOUR MIND TO IT.
I BELIEVE IN YOU.
Why his dad always wrote like he was yelling he would never know but he carefully removed the tag and put it in his wallet with the other things his dad had given him.
John chuckled upon opening the box and put the ridiculous harlequin on the couch, before plopping down beside it and retrieved his PDA.
tentacleTherapist[TT] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:26
TT: I understand you have recently come into possession of the beta release of "The Game of the Year", as featured in respectable periodicals such as GameBro Magazine.
EB: yes it has arrived
EB: what's your fascination with Dave anyways?
TT: I can't control myself.
TT: I must have a weakness for insufferable pricks.
EB: I just got to grab the game then we can play, so brb
TT: John.
EB: what?
TT: You're wearing one of your disguises now, aren't you?
TT: You are typing to me right now while wearing something ridiculous.
EB: yes
TT: really John?
TT: Why don't you go get the game from your father?
EB: alright, wish me luck.
John pushed the arms onto the doll before tossing the wrapping paper into the fire(along with the one paper that escaped from that magazine) and peeked into the kitchen a fond smile on his face as his dad hummed a tune while putting candles on a blue and pink cake.
He ducked back out and made his way to the study.
The study was darker than most other rooms in the house, a standard Office desk and chair were pressed against the wall beside the door with a coat rack just beside it, on top of the desk were an assortment of playing cards, one of the numerous pipes stashed across the house, a can of fake beans, and an issue of the serious Jester.
An old Piano was on the opposite wall with a pipe figurine,the joker, and some kind of man with a cane, in the farthest corner of the room was a heavy duty safe with another clown figurine on top.
The wall behind the piano was almost completely covered by a circus act over water and the back wall had a single window overlooking the side yard.
=Grab the beans John!
John did as told and put the beans in his wallet.
=attempt to leave the house!
Once back in the living room John paused at the TV which was showing a pretty neat commercial for the Hi-C:Ecto cooler edition.
Outside smelled of Spring and fresh cut grass, along the side of the house were amber colored leaves, the large sturdy oak tree was just beginning to grow it's leaves.
Eyeing the tire swing rope John nodded decisively.
Laying first down on the ground below the swing, John came to two definite conclusions.
one,falling on your face while going at the speed of a car, hurts like hell.
Two, always change the tire swing rope after six years.
Flopping onto his back John watched the clouds lazily drift across the sky, the neighborhood sounds slowly filling his senses.
He would miss this.
So...I fixed the mistakes (I have a cousin that checking over the story for mistakes but if you spot one just say :D). Tell em what you think, review and all that stuff.