In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 38-

A/N: HI SO I LIED IN THE LAST AN ABOUT UPD8S BEING FAST

IM SORRY FORGIVE ME ILYSM

ALSO I UPDATED LIGHTS SO LOVE ME? YESH

homestuck is really important to me now somehow? plus I've been having emotional turmoil for the last few months so it's been really hard to write for me.

I hope you can understand c: mwah!!! xoxox

deuces!

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[song of this chapter - blue lips, regina spektor]

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[day 1/4 - nate's status - asleep]

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[cry's pov]

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"What?" Felix says after a second, pushing me to the side a little. I have to cover his mouth to stop him from making an inhuman snarling noise. "What is he doing here?! Sorry, that's my favorite fucking chair. He's contaminating it."

"Ken got dick all over your favorite chair," I say with a cold humor. Ken's sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette talking to Felix's dad. Jake. "Shoosh so we can hear what they're saying, okay?" Felix glares at me, giving a bitch you're the only one talking look that I choose to ignore. I crack the window and put my ear up. Felix does the same, his breath warm against my neck. I'd be lying if it didn't send shivers down my back and make it slightly hard to concentrate.

"So, about the younger boy." Ken sounds impatient. "I don't have much time to formulate a plan to outsmart your son and his boyfriend. So you're going to have to make this quick so I can inform my team."

"Isn't you being alive enough?" Felix mutters, but an elbow to the side shuts him up. Ken heals fast. From all the years with him, I know that.

"I don't know. You wanted Cry. Now I'm not really sure what you want." Jake pauses unhappily. "I don't know why you're targeting his and Felix's relationship."

"Because they're stronger together. I thought you would have realized that by now, Mr Kjellberg. Or should I say, Mr-"

"Don't speak my name. Not here. Not where my wife might hear. Plus, it's only a technicality anyways." I can almost feel Ken's eye roll.

"I don't believe in technicalities, Jake. But I'll do what you ask." He puts out the cigarette against the chair. It burns the chair and puts a permanent black mark into the comfy looking gray armchair. Now I'm practically holding Felix back, even though it's usually the other way around.

"Your life is a technicality," Felix whisper-growls, but stays silent after that.

"Anyways, I don't think they're stronger together. Actually, I think they rip each other apart. If you wanted to see Cry in pain, just watch Felix slowly grow tired of him. That will do the trick." Not an ounce of worry goes through my mind. Felix wouldn't grow tired of me. And from his expression, it's confirmed.

"Eh, I don't think that's true either. For one, I don't think mini Kjellberg will grow tired of Cry. He's... an interesting guy." Ken pauses and takes a breath. "I think they're the strongest when they're fighting for each other. Cry's stronger when he's fighting for someone else. I'm not sure about your... son."

"He's not my son," Jake snaps and Felix flinches. "So what do you think we should do about Nate then? Because we've always had the upper hand, yet they've always won." Ken sits still for a moment, and I can almost see the gears turning in his fucked up brain.

"I'll have you know, Mr. Kjellberg, your soul is very black." Jake sighs, leaning against his hand, propping it up on the side of the chair.

"So? What does that have to do with any of this?" He's getting impatient.

"Dark blue."

"Yeah, so?" Jake still doesn't understand the point. To be fair, neither do I.

"Dark blue is what I see when I think of your son's soul." He doesn't even deny the son accusation again, this time choosing to stay silent. "And I think even though he's kind of a shitty person now, running with that boyfriend of his, he'll still do anything for someone. So that's why there is that little tint of blue to his soul. Blue. The most human color."

"I didn't know you were a philosopher, Ken," Jake jokes weakly. "But yes, I guess I can see where you're coming from. Dark blue seems to fit the boy. And what would you say yours is, if I may ask?"

"I don't have one," Ken laughs darkly but continues on like he never said anything that deep. "We'll do the original plan. Keep your wife working. Make sure she tells you when the boy wakes up. If Cry doesn't follow the deal, then there's hell to pay for both him and his little brother."

"Do you think he's guessed yet? About the burns?" I sit up straighter and narrow my eyes. "I mean, if he's guessed... then... what do we do?"

"You don't even know the whole truth, so I don't know who you're bullshitting." Ken stands up and extends a hand. "We'll be in touch, Jake."

"Like always." The two shake hands but I can tell from the expression on Ken's face as he turns away is disdainful. Ken doesn't really care about Jake. Years into our game and I'm still not really sure what is the prize Ken is going for. Is it me? My unhappiness? Or is it just to cause chaos? Felix grabs my hand, and we both hear the door slam as Ken leaves. We both watch as Jake hangs his head and put it in his hands, so his bangs hide his emotions. Felix lets go for a second to tuck the two pugs safely away into his hoodie.

"We should go. I don't need clothes. I have my pugs," he whispers, sounding happy. "I love you Cry. I'm sorry for-"

"Nothing," I say, putting my hands into my pockets. I open the side gate for him and we both go back toward Red is parked. "You're sorry for nothing, because there's nothing to be sorry about... because guess why?"

"Why?" He asks in a small voice. I laugh and roll my eyes.

"Because I love you too? Duh."