Lulu: alright, the fun happy stuff may begin again~ :3 this chapter is a bit short (or, it was before I edited it) and mostly just dialogue, but I thought it'd be better than nothing...besides, the other option was 'Rose having a nightmare' and I didn't know if you guys would love that chapter or not. Let me know if you want a 'Rose nightmare' chap, or if you have your own chap ideas. enjoy~

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOMESTUCK, FOR THAT IS OWNED BY ANDREW HUSSIE. I ALSO DO NOT OWN BEETHOVEN, THE 'DON'T TAP THE WHITE TILE' GAME, FACEBOOK, THE AVENGERS, PETER PAN, OR POKEMON. THAT'S ALL OWNED BY OTHER PEOPLE.

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 used in this chapter: Dave Strider

"Dave, get off the computer. It's my turn." You did not have any time for your brother's bull; it was so not his turn, it was your turn. It would always forever be Dave's turn and you can talk about yourself in the third person whenever you wanted, so hah!

"No way, Dirk. You're just trying to break my concentration!"

"You've been on there for two hours, what the heck are you even doing?"

"I am being Beethoven!" Dirk paused for a moment, probably astounded by your awesomeness (aka, your stupidity, but that was more Dirk's thoughts than yours).

"…Dave, you're nine, and you suck at playing piano; how are you 'being Beethoven'?"

"That's none of your business!"

"Are you playing the 'Don't Tap the White Tile' game again?"

"…" You chose to keep quiet on this matter, though you probably looked guilty because Dirk was staring you down.

"Dave."

"…maybe…" you drew out the word, causing your brother to sigh impatiently (though, technically he did that alot without you anyway).

"Dave, you're not going to master Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sonata' just because you've been playing for two hours. How'd you even find that game, anyway?"

"Bro lets me play it on his Facebook page."

"Since when does Bro have a Facebook page?" It was indeed a surprise that Bro indulged in Facebook after saying multiple times that it was a waste of time. He was definitely a Hippopotamus...no, wait, that wasn't the word...you can't remember what the word that you were thinking of was, but it sounded alot like Hippo-something.

"Since, like, when we were kids; he mostly uses it for work and stuff, though. I don't look at his wall anymore."

"Oh…hey, Dave?"

"Dirk, if this is just another trick to get me away from my melodious music, I'm not gonna pay attention to it."

"No Dave, I was just going to tell you that –"

"Because really, if you think that's going to work, you've got another thing coming. I've got loads of skill, dude, and I don't need –"

"DAVE! DIRK! JOHN, JANE, AND NEPETA ARE HERE!" Bro yelled from the front door. The loudness wasn't necessary, but it brought you out of your arguing.

"…oh"

"Yes, 'oh', now get off the damn computer. I think John brought his Captain America costume."

"…do you know what this means?"

"It means I'm Iron Man."

"Aw, why do you always get to be Iron Man?"

"Because I'm the badass, now grab your stupid hammer."

"Mjölnir is not stupid!" you manly proclaimed (whined), holding your plastic with the utmost care. you loved your hammer, even if it did mean that you never got to be Iron Man (you'd thought of a combination of them once, but that was unfortunately stopped when Calliope saw it and wrote through three notebooks that you weren't allowed to see because Dirk is mean!).

"Whatever, just bring Mol-what's-his-name with you; I think Jane managed to drag that Equius kid over to be the Hulk."

"I still don't understand how Feferi considers herself to be a good Black Widow."

"Well, Jane's improving in her archery skill, and she doesn't want to be the Black Widow."

"Why can't we get that spider-obsessed girl to come play with us? She loves Black Widow."

"No, she likes the black widow spider; besides, according to Terezi, she's currently away for that thing she did to Tavros."

"Aw, the Peter Pan guy? I love that guy...He always wanted to fly, high in the sky, with the Beautifly." ok, you apparently had to stop your awesome (lame) rap when Dirk sighed angrily. He just doesn't understand your greatness.

"Yeah, well now he can't walk; he could still probably kick your ass though."

"I get beat once in a Pokémon match, and suddenly he could kick my ass."

"Dave, he's beaten you over a hundred times."

"No, it was only once."

"No, it was way more than that."

"No –"

"Dave! Dirk! Go play with your friends outside!" Bro interrupted your wondrous argument to remind you that once again, you surprisingly still had friends. And that now, you needed to find a Loki to defeat (otherwise, Jane and Feferi will just start writing weird stuff down for Calliope again…wait, maybe you can get Caliborn to be Loki!). You didn't even notice that you forgot to shut off the computer when you left.

Lulu: End~