{Hello everyone, you can all call me Abunai and this fiction is something I'm taking from a personal experience. Feel free to critique and what not. I will update every two days. Hopefully you'll all enjoy. Yes this is a DaveJade fic, but it will start with DaveKarkat. Problems? Sorry.}

I can't feel my breathing anymore. I can't decide whether this is a good thing or just..fuck it. I can't remember the last time I even knew what breathing was. It's so fucking over rated...

Do yourself the pleasure of imagining a young man with dreams and a hopeful career. Look into his mind and realize there's no corruption. No pain. Only the joy of his hobby sweeping over his life and completely consuming his time and mind. There's nothing else there, no room for a jealous addiction that wishes to consume him whole.

Now take that young man and place him in the city's most upscale and high classed apartment. Not a stain to be seen on the floor nor an item out of place. The walls plastered with framed images of inspirational artists and places. A clean bed with red satin sheets and comforters being where he lays his head and rests his body. A warm and inviting heart lives here and his name is Dave Strider.

Without another thought take every thought you've just placed in your mind and twist it. Make those thoughts obtuse to what you've been told and what you've believed to be true. A warm and welcoming home now becomes the 'Devil's Playground' and his mind a solid black whole consuming every lude and sinful thought you've ever known. A mind owned , no ...not owned- a body owned by the mind. The corrupted thoughts own him. Perversion, Drugs, Liquor, Hate, Anger..they own Dave Strider.

I can only take you as far back as he can remember, as he'll let himself remember. Back to when he had a career that he loved and his passion was free to roam into the rooms of any club through the east coast. With childish dreams and turntables set aside, his passion swallowed him whole. But not until he was able to leave his past to the back of his mind.

Looking at his old apartment which he shared with his now deceased brother, he left it behind in hopes of leaving his childish ways and torn heart. Dropping every thing he thought he loved into a cardboard box and leaving. There was nothing left to love now that his brother had left him. It was certainly an experience he knew he could have lived without but something decided to throw it in his face anyway.

But when you leave one place, you can never leave your memories no matter how hard you try. They don't fall into a shoebox you can place under your bed and let collect dust. They are yours to carry and your burden to bear. Until you find someone you can share them with to help carry those burdens.

For Dave, that was once his Brother but since he had passed; Dave took most of his time to the Internet. Trying to keep himself as pre-occupied as he could. Blogging, videos, making music..Anything and everything his mind would allow. Up until one day he saw a secluded advertisement for an online Multiplayer called SBURB.

It's green logo was hardly alluring to his red color fetish. Without much hesitation, he clicked the link. The screen showed a new tab. And just as quickly as it appeared, the tab closed itself and started a new download on its own.

Waiting. Waiting. Shit. He thought he had just downloaded a fucking virus as soon as his screen went black and a green circled helix showed up on his screen. Is this some fucking joke? Apparently not. Just before he could finish his thought the screen loaded prompting him to make his new Screen Name. Thinking. Compiling all his thoughts into one, he could only think of one name. TurntechGodhead. Legit. As a new session began, he was greeted by an onslaught of Green, Blue, and Purple font. Huh, so you can talk to other people? Fuck it why not.

Ever since that night he had logged on just to gain company from his new friends. Jade, who ended up living in an obscure island no one could really pinpoint. John, who lived on the west coast and his look alike friend Rose, who lived up in Canada. All so far and yet their bond was strong enough to wade through the years and time zones. Up until John got a job, Rose began College, and Jade just dropped off the grid. They'd all wanted to stay such good friends, but when a bond begins to fray at the seams, there's nothing you can do until the bond breaks, edges in disarray.

Just as quickly as he thought he'd found friends, they diminished. Regardless of their locations, he knew he couldn't continue living in his current apartment. Bro's things lay in their places just like the day he had passed. The fridge was empty other than the occasional take out boxes and apple juice cartons. Dave never really saw the point in getting a job after High School seeing as his Brother had somehow left him quite a sum of money.

Dave was alright with living in a reclusive enviorment. Swords and all.

But there was only so much remembrance he could handle until he snapped and decided to place the rest of his Brother's money into a new place towards the northern side of the country.

On his fateful day of a new home, there was nothing he could really do but breathe and attempt a new life on his own. No more hopes and dreams tying him back to what he used to call 'home'. As the movers left his bed frame next to his doorway, he could only muster up enough heart to mumble. "This is home." Everything would be what he hoped it to be. Fantastic. A wonderland for his music career. And that is how it started.

Until he met Karkat Vantas. It was then the perfection he had envisioned and created began to filter into a grainy and heart breaking demise.