Your name was Evelyn. You had short brown hair and freckles. You were fifteen years old and homeschooled. You were Homestuck trash.
You yawned a bit and got out of your bed, sad that such a great dream had ended but eager to check mspaintadventures.com to see if it had updated your favorite webcomic. Or more importantly, if the update included Erisolsprite or Karkat. Actually, at this point you would be happy with even an appearance of Eridan or Sollux.
You got out your laptop, or husktop as you had affectionately called it, and opened it up, going to said website. After seeing that the webcomic had in fact not updated, you proceeded to scream into your pillow because fuck you've been waiting for a gog damn week for this shit. You sighed and closed the husktop.
The bedroom door creaked open and you turned your head to see that your nine year old little brother had come in, "What do you want?" You asked, not in a rude way. You think.
"Mom said it's time for breakfast," was his simple reply. This little brother of yours was named Jake, which was one thing you really liked about him for obvious reasons. Jake had black hair, brown eyes, and long eyelashes. You sighed and waved him off as usual, however, "I'll be there in a few minutes." He nodded his head and left. He was always one to be obedient.
You set your husktop aside and got out of your bed once again, sliding on the Homestuck slippers that your moirail made you. Your moirail was named Alice, she had curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a few random freckles spread out across her face and she was short, chubby, and cute in your opinion. She was a Sagittarius and you were a Leo. You honestly have had a crush on her for a while now, but you never really asked because you were too awkward and shy.
Alice was quite good at crafts, and although she hadn't actually read the webcomic, you told her everything you could about it. You thought she knew enough to be considered a part of the fandom by now.
You left your bedroom and closed the door behind you, practically running down the staircase and to the dining room where you smelled bacon. You fucking hated bacon but you didn't really care because you weren't going to waste this shit, so you remained silent and took your usual seat at the table next to Jake.
Your mother set down the plates in front of you two, smiling kindly. You smiled back automatically and said in unison with your brother, "Thank you mom." Because that was a thing that you always said, it was fucking polite okay, "You're welcome," she responded in the same automatic tune that the two of you had. Your mother had brown eyes and curly brown hair that reached her shoulders. You shared none of these traits with her.
Everything was the same. You looked down at the bacon on your plate and ate it quickly, getting it over with before getting up and putting it away. You left back to your room without another word and you remembered the amazing dream you had. You decided to get out your journal and write it down before you forgot.
After the amazing dream was written down, you did a some small doodles in it that included Erisolsprite's hot booty. You sighed and smiled dreamily. You don't know what you'd do if anybody else saw this but you, which was why you always hid your journal in a box under your bed with a lock.
Your phone buzzed and you looked over at it, seeing that your moirail had texted you. You picked it up.
'hey. wanna hang out tomorrow?'
'y34h sur3. wh3r3?'
'the park.'
'ok4y. s33 you th3n.'
You had always texted with a typing quirk ever since you sold your soul to Hussie. You incorporated the numbers 4, 1, and 3 into your typing because you were trash. Usually when you texted in that quirk to people who didn't know what Homestuck was, they'd get really stupid and mean about it so now you only use it when texting Alice.
You put your phone away and laid back on your bed, thinking of future cosplays that you were going to do. You really wanted to cosplay as Nepeta, maybe even Dave. You just never had the time or money to start. Alice knitted you a Nepeta beanie once though, but your dog decided that it was the perfect chew toy. You haven't even told her of the poor beanie's fate yet, and you were certainly not planning on telling her soon. You kept the torn up beanie in the same locked box that you kept your journal.
Speaking of your dog, he had entered the room since you left the door open. This dog was named Sam, and he looked almost identical to Becquerel from Homestuck in your opinion. You sighed and allowed the pesky beast to get on your bed and cuddle with you.
You wished that you could fall back asleep and continue that dream, but for now you'd have to continue on with reality.
