Lulu: yo~ i decided to add this one as just another holiday chapter for the celebration of America! but before i begin, i must say this...I did not forget you Canada, i'd like to tell you Happy Birthday as well (for the third day in a row :3). Enjoy~
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOMESTUCK, FOR THAT IS OWNED BY ANDREW HUSSIE. I ALSO DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ENJOY
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POVs used in this chapter: Eridan (The Felt)
There's a reason why you should never give children fireworks; because the things are fucking dangerous and young children who don't know how to use them could seriously hurt themselves on accident. This rule especially applies to Felt kids, though they tend to do bad things more on purpose than on accident. So, with all of this evidence in your favor, why were the adults still stupid enough to give you fireworks? You honestly have no clue.
Your name is Eridan, and currently, you're trying to dodge a bombardment of poppers and flying sparklers. For some reason, Vriska just had to decide on playing a game of "war" and she'd set you up with the worst team members ever. Vriska's team had Terezi (of course, the two sisters were inseparable), Caliborn (he really loved playing "war"), Equius (the strongest kid on the fucking block), and Kanaya (who was really, really intimidating, much scarier than Equius when she's serious). All you had on your team was a drunken cat lover (Roxy, who was refusing to let go of her latest booze bottle), a psychiatric bookworm (Rose, though you couldn't really call her a "bookworm", since you'd been the one to read the entire Harry Potter series fourteen times…she'd only read it nine times so far), the drowsy, happy kid (Gamzee, who was always half-snoozing and half-smiling at the same time. He'd never been very awake in his lifetime), and Calliope (who was currently hiding next to you behind the barrage of trees in the forest surrounding the Felt Manor).
"Aw, come on Eridork~ come out and play~" of course Vriska would begin trying to call you out, it was just too predictable. The two of you had been rivals for a while now (despite the fact that you both had a freak obsession with pirates going on), and every day was yet another battle to add to your immense struggle. There was a weird cat-girl you knew (not Roxy) that always said that the two of you were "black", though you weren't sure what that meant.
"Why should I? You're just going to blast me with another bomb!" another thing was that you were calling the fireworks that you were senselessly throwing at each other "bombs" in order to gain some intensity. As if the threat of getting hurt by fireworks wasn't enough for any of you.
"What? Why would I ever do that?~" you could tell without even looking that she was smirking, enjoying the little game while she could. Once the more responsible adults came back from tonight's mission, the fun would be over, and even you could admit that you were getting the slightest enjoyment from a night without any parental supervision (even if you were on the losing end). After a few minutes, you sighed.
"Look, if I come out, do you swear not to kill me with another fucking popper?" you knew that this was a stupid idea, if there ever was one; Vriska would probably assume it to be just another trick, but you were kind of sick of hiding all night. You wanted to be able to switch teams for once, be on her side so that you weren't blown up again.
"Of course, I promise." Her voice was exaggerated; she was lying to you, you knew it but…but, you knew that you had to gain her trust somehow. Otherwise, this would never end; you'd be fighting like this the rest of your lives without any meaning. And so, with only little hesitation, you came out from behind the trees, your arms raised up in surrender…and then you got hit dead-on in the forehead with one of the remaining bits of a firecracker. Well, at least you know that Vriska's got horrible aim.
"Fucking shit!" you immediately dropped to the ground, rolling about to stop the fire on your forehead before it could spread to your hair (fire plus hair-gel that you got from that greaser dude that's been hanging around lately would probably equal "KA-BOOM!"). Almost immediately, you felt something splash onto your head as the flames stop trying to spread to your precious hair, and the screams of what sounded like a battle ground now waged. You looked up, and saw that Rose was now standing above you with what looked to be a now empty water pail ((Lulu: *proceeds to giggle immaturely*)). She removed the piece of the once flaming firecracker that had caused you so much pain and proceeded to look up at…was that your team beating Vriska? How the hell did that happen?
…meh, that didn't matter right now. Your head hurt a lot, and it was bleeding; it wasn't just "small cut" bleeding either, you swear there was probably a large gash in the middle of your head, and you kind of needed a doctor or something like that right about now. Apparently the team system no longer mattered, as Kanaya had dashed over to you and was looking over your wound (you felt it lucky that not only did Kanaya spend a lot of time with her dad, who was basically the doctor of the Felt, but she also picked up a thing or two from him from observation and experience).
About a half-hour later, I was sitting in Stitch's operating room with a bandage wrapped tightly around my head, trying not to cry as I was looked over sternly by the older man (the Felt had decided to come home after Calliope had called them; it had taken them a bit to drive through traffic from the other-side of town, though thankfully they'd still gotten back quickly).
"Well, from what I can gather, you should be fine…you may have a scar from where the piece of that firecracker tried to chuck itself into your skull, but other than that, you don't seem to have any brain damage or nothing…though, we won't be able to truly know that until tomorrow morning." Stitch was saying this with the calmest voice anyone could have, though his eyes said that he was still majorly pissed.
"Th-thank you, sir…" you tried dashing out as fast as you could, but you were held back by Stitch's much larger hand.
"Wait a minute, kid…" he pulled you back to the bed and sighed "you're going to have the spend the night here while you recover; I can't have you dying in the middle of the night cause I can't watch over you in Fin and Trace's room. It'd be a bit awkward to say the least."
"Ah, o-ok…" a pair of pajamas was shoved into your arms, and you snuck behind one of the many room dividers that Stitch had in his room. After struggling for a bit, you managed to get the pajamas on, and you came back to Stitch, who gave you a few painkillers for the mind-blowing headache that had decided to sneak in.
Later, you'd find out that Vriska'd been grounded for the rest of summer vacation for what she'd done, which would only fuel her hatred towards you. As that Strider kid would say, the situation turned out pretty fucking ironic. Oh, you forgot to mention that the little scar that you got from that firecracker? looks alot like a lightning bolt. You are officially Harry Potter now, there is simply no other proof than that.
Lulu: end~