Hi! New chapter, I hope you like it!
Just finished my exams this year, 6 WEEKS FREEEEE!
Okay, I hope you like this chapter, and I will be updating faster and with longer chapters now!
Yay!
–
John, Dave and Bro had home-cooked mac'n'cheese ( Which, surprisingly to Bro, he had skill in cooking meals. ) and John and Dave sat in Dave's room, rearranging the room slightly so they could lay down John's futon to sleep in.
Bro had offered to set it up for them but Johm having become comfortable in the Strider home. Had awoken his stubborn and goofy personality, had stood up and said "As a prideful man I will do this myself!" And then meekly added "If that's alright..Bro."
Bro was okay with it, but jokingly warned John not to get 'all up and personal' with Dave in case he walked in. John was promptly red for the rest of dinner.
"Dave! Oh-WA-ACK!" John was about to complain about the floor that was basically made out of wires, but tripped on one that slightly stuck out.
"Woaaaaaa!" Dave caught John. Stepping up to keep John from falling over, grinning into his face wickedly "Waatch it the~re Johnny-boy! Don't wannnaaa be the damsell in diiiiistresss heeey?" Dave giggled. Watching as John quickly nodded, standing up straight and backing away carefully from the wires.
"Dave... I know that you LIKE the whole being so 'wicked cool I can walk across my room without tripping' shtick... But can I maybe...SUGGEST a rug?"
"Heheheeee, I guesss that's an ideaa!" Dave sung, grinning widely as he made his way to his computer. "Jooohn, my techie-glasses-things are over there, you can order whateeeeeever rug ya liiike!" He grinned, pointing over to his messy bed. Where a black pair of aviators with softly glowing apple signs on the lenses sat on one of the pillows.
John nodded slowly, peering at Dave curiously as he edged his way over to the bed. Grabbing the shades gently by the frames and swapping them for his glasses, his sight going slightly blurry. John had no IDEA where Dave had gotten them from, probably from Dirk as some present or something.
As John did what he wanted, Dave turned to his computer, it had already fired up and he already had someone pestering him...
How exciiiiiting! Dave hummed in interest, clicking onto Pesterchum. Absently raising his thumb to his mouth and chewing on the flesh there.
-tentacleTherapist [ TT ] began pestering turntechGodhead [ TG ] at 18:43 -
TT : Hello, Dave.
TG : hiiiiiiii! how are yoooou roooooooooooooseyyy hehehehee
TT : I am quite fine, how are you feeling? I heard that John is staying over your place?
TG : yeaaaaaaaaaaaa im amaaaaazing! its's great having johnny-boy over!
TG: i really dont want him to leaaaaave.
TT : I suppose that's understandable, to be honest I'm hoping you confess to him over the course of his stay.
TG : heeeeees right here roooseeeyyyy! hehehehe im wondering how hed react to me just grabbing him by the collar aaaaanndd
TG : taking a biiiiteee out of thaaaaat pretty
TG : little neck of hiiiis heheheheheheeee
TT : Dave, please don't attempt to harm John.
TG : oh noo iii said that
TG : iiii didnt mean tooo prooomise
TG : its just sooo tempting! ii almost cant contaaain myself
TT : Right, yet, should you want to court John's partnership.
TT : I would advise against said action.
TG : ooof course!
TT : Sorry, it seems that Kanaya needs my assistance with something.
TG : aaawww i guess thats alriiight
TG : byeeee heheheehehee
- tentacleTherapist [ TT ] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [ TG ] at 18:49 -
Dave sighed, that was slightly anticlimactic. Not as interesting as he had hoped, but Rose had quelled some of his... instinctual urges. He didn't realise he had been chewing on his thumb until he tasted the coppery tang of blood. His eyes locked onto the drops of blood slipping from his thumb as he pulled it from his mouth. It was already healing but there was a lot of blood running down his hand now.
Oh...if he could just-
Ping!
Another pester? Who was it this time...ruining his thoughts. Disrupting them from the bloody cuisine he was so desperately imagining on his tongue. Hot and still fre-
Ping!
Argh...fiiine, Dave sighed, clicking the chumHandle of the one who was messaging him.
- carcincoGeneticist [ CG ] began trolling turntechGodhead [ TG ] at 18:53 -
CG : HEY YOU CHUTEFUCKING DOUCHEBAG.
CG : GET YOUR SHITTY EXCUSE FOR A PINK WRINKLY MONKEY HERE THIS GRUBFUCKING MINUTE. YOU BETTER BE MONUMENTALLY GRATEFUL FOR MY GRACIOUS TIMEWASTING ON YOUR NUMBNUTS MORONIC SELF. I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN SIT ON MY BULGE ALL FUCKING DAY WAITING FOR SOME NOOKWHIFFING GALLIAVANTING SCUM LIKE YOU. BUT YOU WOULDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT TIMEWASTING WOULD YOU STRIDER. SINCE YOU OBVIOUSLY HAVE SO MUCH OF IT ON YOUR INEXPERIENCED WRIGGLER HANDS.
TG : aaaawww kaaarklless i didnt know you were so concerned with taaaaaalking to me
TG : iiiiiii thought you hated little old me?
CG : OH MY GOD. NO YOU INSUFFERABLE PRICK! I DO NOT GIVE ONE SHIT FOR YOUR TINY HUMAN BRAIN DROOLING NUGATORY TEXT INTO MY ALREADY AGONIZED LOOKSTUBS. AS I SIT HERE THANKING ANY AND ALL OMNIPOTENT BEINGS PROVEN FICTICIOUS THAT I CANNOT SMELL YOUR MOOBEAST-SHIT WITH MY ENTERNALLY THANKFUL SNIFFNODES. OR HAVE YOUR GRATING VOICE MANGLE MY AURICULAR SPONGE CLOTS.
TG : whaaaaoooo karkitty you suuuuure are fired up hehehehehee
TG : whaat did ya neeeeed me for anywaaaay?
CG : I HAVE BEEN INFORMED OF YOUR WITLESS CONSUMPTION OF A PARTICULAR FUCKING SWIRL LOLLIPOP. ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A DULLARD OR DID YOUR SUPREME HUMAN-LUSUS-THING YOU CALL 'BRO' NOT INFORM YOU OF THAT HANDY FUCKING RULE OF...
CG : OH I HAVE SEEMED TO HAVE FORGOTTEN SUCH AN IDIOT-PROOF RULE! OH. WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE MY THINK-PAN HAS PHENOMENALLY RECALLED SUCH ARRANGEMENT OF FORBIDDING WORDS!
CG : DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS, DON'T TAKE FOOD FROM STRANGERS, DONT FOLLOW STRANGERS!
TG : iiii doooont have a clue whyyyy your sooo caught up!
TG : its not like it can be aaaavoided noooow hehehehehee
CG : UNFORTUNATELY. NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL SOMEONE, ANYONE AROUND HERE CAN HOLD ANY INSIGHTFUL CONVERSATION. AND THE ONLY AVAILABLE SENTIENCE IN THIS PESTILENTIAL HIVE IS AN INTOXICATED CLOWN-FACED SUBBJUGULATOR. THAT WAS PREVIOUSLY MY FRIEND.
CG : BECAUSE FOR SOME INSCRUTABLE REASON EVERYONE HAS GONE OFF TO ENJOY THE SPECTACLES OF THIS ABHORRENT WORLD. AND EGBERT DECIDED TO TAKE UP LIVING WITH YOUR SECTIONABLE BEING.
TG : iiis the only reason you caaame to me was to moooaaan?
TG : iiim soooo bored.
TG : if you arent going to heeeelp then goooo aaawaaaaayyyyy
CG : YOUR ALMOST AS BAD AS YOURSELF WHEN YOU ARENT INEBRIATED ON SUGARY CONCOCTIONS. ONLY YOU HAVE AN EXCEEDINLY ANNOYING TEXT QUIRK. AND A THINK-PAN ACHE INDUCING PSYCHEDELIC FREAKOUT OF PASTEL COLOUR PAINTING YOUR ABSOLUTELY FATUOUS WORDS.
CG : WAIT A SECOND.
CG : NO, ACTUALLY YOU ARE SIGNIFICANTLY WORSE THAN YOUR NORMAL SELF.
TG : you are reaaaaally mean
TG : iiim much better than dave
CG : RIGHT, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY THE EVERLOVING FUCK I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU. IT WASN'T LIKE I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT YOU WEREN'T A TERRIBLE SOURCE OF CONVERSATION. ESPECIALLY SINCE YOUR INTELLIGENCE ONLY STRETCHES AS FAR AS WHERE THAT GRUB-SAUCE YOU LOVE SO FUCKING MUCH IS POSITIONED INSIDE OF THE THERMAL HULL.
CG : I'M LEAVING, HAVE A FUCKING TERRIFIC DAY, YOU ANNOYING, BRAINLESS, BULDGESMOKING DUMBSHIT.
TG : yooou tooo karkleees!
- carcinoGeneticist [ CG ] ceased trolling turntechGodhead [ TG ] at 19:01 -
Dave spun his chair around to look at John, putting his chin in the palm of his hand as his arm was propped up on his knee. Smiling as he saw John pull off the glasses.
"Did ya get aa ruuuug?" Dave crooned, watching as John blushed slightly.
"Yeah, it's red and blue and it looks awesome and-" John was starting to run his mouth, before Dave speedily flew over to him. Sitting next to him and placing a finger to his lips.
"Red and bluueee? Our coloooours... How niiiice of you." Dave giggled, but John wasn't focused on him but the blood that had slightly dried on his hand.
"What happened to your hand?" John said, concern soaking his words, gently grabbing the appendage.
Dave smiled slightly wider, cheeks perpetually hurting, but still smiling. John was so gentle he just wanted to wrap him up in blankets and keep him from everything that could damage him...
Maybe he could even... Dave breathed out slowly, watching as John leaned over to grab the bag he had left on the floor by the bed. Grabbing a pack of wet-wipes and pulling one out.
John returned the pack of wet-wipes to his bag and started to clean the blood from Dave's hand.
"What happened?" He asked softly.
"I was chewing my thumb..." Dave replied distantly, staring at the bright blue eyes locked onto his hand. Now only slightly bleeding compared to the mangled flesh his thumb had been. "It tasted...good..." He added dazedly.
John started slightly, right... Tricksters were instinctively cannibalistic. Dave was... a shiver of fear went down his spine.
"Try not to next time... okay?" John requested gently, throwing the bloody wet-wipe into the bin and getting up from the bed.
Dave nodded, refocusing and getting up to help John lay the futon down on the floor after clearing a space for it.
"Okay, good!" John nodded, clapping his hand together and grinning happily.
Dave giggled, floating next to John happily, arms wrapped around his knees.
"What do you wanna dooo nooow?" Dave asked John, who struck a goofy thinking pose, a hand holding his chin as he 'hmmmmm'ed.
"You got any movies?" John grinned at Dave, who smiled excitedly as he pointed to the tall collection of DVD's.
"Yuuuup!"
They had situated themselves on the chair so John, he smaller of the two would sit in between Dave's legs on the large gaming chair. After putting in the movie – Tenacious D, the Pick of Destiny – they had settled in to watching an awesome Jack Black film.
They had gotten through about 3 movies, and now it was about 1 o'clock in the morning, and both of them were very tired. John shuffled carefully over to the futon, lying down and getting comfortable.
"Dave?" John called, pulling the covers further over him, it was cold season in Texas where Dave was living, and it was chilly.
"Yeeeees?" Dave cooed out softly, half focused on quelling the urges that were stroking the insides of his head.
"Good night, Dave." John said, placing his glasses in a glasses case and placing it on the pillow next to him.
"Nightie niight."
–
Dave shivered, hands shaking as he sat on the floor, a board and his strawberry sword in front of him.
He needed to do this, to get rid of it, adrenaline would help...
It needed to...blood had to be spilt, but it had to be his, not John's definitely not John's.
Dave breathed out slowly, taking the strawberry sword by the hilt. Lying his hand on the board he spread his fingers out as far as possible.
He remembered, Bro told Original-Dave about the game, even did it in front of him. Saying how the adrenaline would help keep you from hitting your fingers.
He even remembered the song...
"Now there's an old tradition
A game we all can play
You start by getting liquored up and sharpening your blade
You take a shot of whiskey
You take your knife and pray
You spread out your fingers and this is what you say!"
Dave grinned, eyes now maniacal as he sung softly, raising his sword, then stabbing it down, between his fingers in a rhythm. ( For an idea, search on youtube for Knife Game Song. )
"Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes Chop Chop Chop
If I miss the spaces between
my fingers will come off
And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out
But all the same I play this game, cause that's what's it's all about!"
Dave didn't notice. But the sound of him singing and the thud of the sword hitting the board had woken John up, and he groggily shuffled in his futon. Opening his eyes blindly and slowly opening the glasses case to put his glasses on.
"No you can't use a pencil. You cannot use a pen,
The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend
And some may call it stupid, some may call it dumb
But all the same we play this cause it's so damn fun!"
John fumbled with his glasses, putting them on the right way he looked in the direction of the noise. Gasping quietly as he watched Dave stab the spaces in between his fingers. Singing the disturbing song that disrupted his sleep.
"Oh! I have all my fingers
The knife goes Chop Chop Chop
If I miss the spaces in between
My finger will come off
But all the same I play this game, cause that's what's it's all about!"
Dave's grin was disturbingly wide, cheeks hurting and eyes glimmering with bloodlust and mania.
The stabbing got even quicker, Dave's singing doing the same. John was fumbling with the futon covers, kicking them off panicking and crawled quickly over to Dave.
"Oh! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
I'm picking up the speed
And if I hit my finger
Then my hand will start to bleed!"
Dave went to slam the knife down in the space behind his thumb, but was startled by John. Wide-eyed and scared rushing towards him, the knife going off course and-
Snikt!
Thud..
Drip...Drip...Drip...
–
HOPE YOU LIKED IT :D.
Loved doing this chapter, hope you will like the next one!
That will be out soon!
Rate and review! Constructive criticism appreciated.
Flames will help warm my sausage rolls in the oven.
Alkoi~