Lulu:...and so, sometime at 2 am, I'm posting two more chapters for you guys; this one's the promised thanksgiving special, while the second revolves around a certain Strider we all love :3 Enjoy~

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOMESTUCK, FOR THAT IS OWNED BY ANDREW HUSSIE. I ALSO DO NOT OWN BARNEY AND BARBIES (ah Barbies, those wonderfully disproportioned dolls that some girls actually decapitated and put in microwaves as a rite of passage...seriously, i'm not making this up. look for it in the Controversies section of the Barbie wiki page and make believe that people on Wikipedia would never lie to us about such a thing).

WARNING: THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFICTION AND THEIR PERSONALITIES MAY NOT BE TRULY CORRECT; THIS IS BECAUSE THE AUTHOR (aka Me) MAY EITHER INTERPRET THEM DIFFERENTLY THAN THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE INTERPRETED, THEY MAY BE CHANGED IN ORDER TO FIT THE SPECIFIC AU, OR IN WORST CASE SCENARIO, THE AUTHOR (again, Me) MAY HAVE HAD THEIR PERCEPTION OF THESE SPECFIC CHARACTERS CHANGED DUE TO READING TOO MANY OTHER FANFICTIONS CENTERING AROUND THESE SPECIFIC CHARACTERS. PLEASE READ THIS FANFICTION WITH THESE THOUGHTS IN MIND.

POVs specifically targeted in this chapter: Nepeta

Your name is Nepeta Harley, and you cannot resist the temptation. It's bad enough that you've been locked in your cousins' room (people don't trust you around turkeys for some reason, even though you were the one to help hunt for it at the grocery store), but now your cousins (John, Jane, and Feferi) are watching boring educational television that hypnotizes five year olds into learning. You don't care what the adults say, those characters are obviously just people in costumes and they scare the heck out of you! Dinosaurs are not supposed to be purple! (As some can probably tell, you are not a fan of Barney). Your big brother, Jake, also seemed interested in the colorful characters, but at least your sister, Jade agreed with you that the violet and green monster on the colorful box was evil! (EVIL!). Granted, she was now distracted by those other weird-looking dolls known as "Barbies", but you wouldn't put that against her.

You looked down to your favorite stuffed animal, Pounce De Leon, a white stuffed cat with gray eyes and two mouths. You'd had Leon ever since you'd been found in the wilderness (there were many rumors that you'd been raised by lions because you couldn't speak any English, only roaring and trying to bite people…also, all of those little "gifts" you left for the adults didn't leave them with too much confusion about your possible upbringing) and was adopted by your Grandpa, and you felt that you'd probably have her (yes, you know that Leon is a girl, you can name her anything you want) for the rest of your life.

"What do you think Pounce?" you asked your furry little friend, "How should I go about unlocking this door?"

Leon, of course, didn't respond to your question (you pity stuffed animals, since most of them like Leon have their mouths sewed shut), but the stare of its lifeless (to some) eyes forced you to look at the mirror in the silly room. That was when you noticed that your uncle hadn't removed your hairpin from your person, and naturally you took the most conniving route possible. You used your new "claw" to unlock the door and sneak out undetected (with Leon wrapped around you, of course), your siblings and cousins too distracted by television and dolls to notice your disappearance.

You crept down the hallway and managed to sneak down the steps and past your Grandpa watching television. When you slightly poked your head into the kitchen, you could see your uncle (you really only knew him as "Uncle" or "Mr. Egbert". his first name didn't come up in conversation, or if it did, it hadn't registered on your tiny, 5 year old attention span) baking what seemed to be a bunch of pies in the oven. Usually whenever you came over, he and Jane would be baking some kind of sweet, but pies were actually rare to be seen outside of holidays and special events. It was true that they'd probably be some basic apple and pumpkin pies, you think they'd be a nice change to the usual servings of cake and chocolate treats.

Trying to sneak past your uncle was naturally a lost cause. Try as you might to be stealthy, your plans were foiled when you had forgotten about two household pets that refused to relinquish their guard over your prize, the delicious turkey. The first, of course, was your family's own dog, Becquerel (Bec for short), a pure white mix-breed that kind of resembled a wolf or maybe a Husky. Though he had grown to accept you as one of his charges, you could tell that Jade and Grandpa were probably his favorites, and he wouldn't disobey his orders to guard the turkey from any cunning thieves such as yourself. The second was Jane's cat, simply named G-Cat, a mere kitten barely a year old. Sadly, the cat was not on your side, and it was just as evil as it was cute, giving you a small scratch on your face. This would've probably made any other little girl cry, but you held your grounds (it wasn't the first time you'd been scratched) and eventually a long staring contest resulted in an eventual strife.

Putting up a good fight didn't stop you from getting in trouble, however, as uncle pulled you away from Bec and G-Cat. You were scratched and slobbered on, and then quickly forced into a quick bath since dinner was still a few hours away. The fact that you hated baths didn't make it any easier for Grandpa, but somehow he managed to trick you and now here you were, sparkling clean and ready to tackle your no longer living prey. Unfortunately, you weren't allowed to "pounce" on your food at Uncle Egbert's house, so when the time came for food you were forced into grudgingly accepting your plate of food with a fork and using the best manners that you could scrounge from your limited knowledge.

All in all, it wasn't too bad of a Thanksgiving, and you even got a fun adventure out of it. Now, you wonder how you're going to top this off at Christmas…

Lulu: End~ :3