Lulu: I came back with my monthly chapter! (since I realized that usually I only have time to write a chapter maybe once or twice a month). Enjoy~

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POV specifically targeted in this chapter: John Egbert (Other Kids)

Your name is John Egbert, and you want a weapon of your own. All of the other kids your age seem to have some kind of special weapon, and whenever it always disappoints you a little that you have never had one before now because Dad said that they were "too dangerous". Psh, yeah right! Dave and Dirk got to handle long and cool swords (though Dave's broke all the time); Eridan, Caliborn, Calliope, Roxy, Jake, and Jade were near expert level when it came to firearms; and even Rose was skilled in the art of attacking people with knitting needles. KNITTING NEEDLES! It would seem ridiculous if you hadn't watched Rose nearly blind a guy that was trying to get you into his van. You couldn't really understand why she did that (he was offering you ice cream!) but then again you may have thought a bit clearer after the cops showed up and started asking you questions.

Anyways, you've decided that you've had enough of this blatant torture (though you didn't really understand what that meant, but your teacher said that once and you'd always wanted to try). If you were going to get a weapon, you'd have to do it on your own without parental consent!

…ok, maybe having your Dad drive you everywhere to find one counts as parental consent, but you had to agree that he and Jane would tag along so that you wouldn't get hurt. Both of them are extreme worrywarts, you say, because nothing can possibly go wrong! But you still let them come anyway…just in case.

The first weapon you wanted to try was of course, a sword! And Dave was eager to teach you everything he knew on the subject (aka he talked about it a bit and you didn't listen to most of it because you were imagining how cool you'd look with an awesome sword). The two of you started training together under your respective guardians' supervision, though after about an hour of just swinging in the air and holding absolutely nothing, you'd made the mistake of asking when you actually got to hold a real sword.

"Dude, you're not ready for a real sword yet; it takes at least ten years of experience before you can even hold my sword, and it's been left sliced in half for weeks." This left you entirely disappointed, though you still continued playing with Dave the rest of the time. You hated to admit it, but it was a little fun to play with imaginary swords.

Your next step would've been guns, but your Dad was very fierce about the subject (which was saying something, seeing as how he'd let you do what you wanted at least 90 percent of the time until you nearly broke your arm when you were ten). Plus, you'd missed the gun safety class sign ups and you didn't have the attention span to wait another six months before the classes opened up again.

The rest of your week was spent in utter disappointment as you couldn't find a weapon that really suited you; you couldn't use needles, wands, lances, sickles, or pitchforks without nearly poking your eye out (or at least damaging your glasses), you felt bad about pelting people with dice or clubs like Vriska and Gamzee (respectively), your Dad wouldn't let you go swinging around with a chainsaw, and stuff like claws, throwing stars, and whips were extremely difficult to learn how to use.

In a nutshell, you couldn't use weapons. You felt like a failure in a way, since you were the only one left unprotected in literally any situation and people always had to save you if you went astray. Sitting at home one day, you looked drearily at your TV screen as the credits of some boring movie played. You wanted to change the channel, but you had lost the remote earlier and your spot on the couch was way too comfortable to leave. Your Dad was currently trying fixing a wall, which was damaged after Nepeta tried to kill a cockroach…with her fist. Needless to say, it surprised you just how much power the cat girl really had, and it had encouraged you to never meet Nepeta in a dark alley.

"Hey, son?" Your Dad didn't seem like he enjoyed you being so lax, especially since you were constantly jumping about outside on the Slimepogo your sister had nicknamed "The Death Machine". He reached something out to you, and you saw that it was a simple hammer. "Do you think you could hammer this in while I hold the nail?"

"Sure Dad." You took the hammer and got up to join him at the wall. He lightly held the nail, and when you hammered it in, you felt an odd sensation. It wasn't anything you could really describe, but…holding the hammer for some reason just felt right. You didn't immediately return the hammer to your Dad, but he was seemingly ok with it. Eventually, you began to carry the hammer with you. Maybe you couldn't handle weapons, but you could certainly handle tools much better than anyone else you knew…well, besides Dirk and Equius, but those guys are geniuses.

Lulu: End~

Confirmed ships so far in this fanfiction: JadeTav, TerNep, Davekat (all three pairings are just really adorable). Expect more to come.