Homestuck Oneshot Compilation

JohnDave - Kagerou Days

     I've noticed more people seem to be reading this, so I just wanted to say thank you and I'm glad you guys seem to  like these! ^^
     AU where everyone has a clock on their wrist that says how long their soulmate has to live. Sadstuck.
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     Dave checked his wrist again for the millionth time.
       Two minutes.
       He was right there.
       Right where the bike would come flying down the hill, and that train would--
       No no no no no, he had to stay focused. Stay focused. Breathe.
       He stood at the top of the hill and tried to look past the tourists and families and old couples, and it was an eternity before that bike came racing forward at him and he yelled, he yelled to stop but John swerved, he swerved to the side and he kept going and going and--

     Dave checked his wrist.
     Two minutes.
     Maybe he had to stop him sooner.
     He looked back at the railroad tracks and licked his lips nervously.
     The blood was gone again. Right?
     Right. He had to hurry.
     He started running but he didn't see John anywhere along the main road--maybe he was early?
     He was pushing around crowds and looking everywhere for the signature blue, and he glanced at his wrist but someone was screaming and the clock hit zero--

     Maybe he needed to find out John's route.
     It took six tries before he realized it must've been changing, because in the end, there was always the same scream--

     Two minutes. One hundred twenty seconds.
      He could do this.
      He could do this, he had an eternity and nothing but everything to lose--
      So he was definitely an idiot, he decided. He had to be smarter. Had to.

     Maybe if he blocked the street.
      He flew over the cardboard boxes and he and the bike wouldn't stop falling--
    Maybe if he texted or called and told him to stop.
     He looked too late--he looked too late, just as he was nearing the hill and HE COULDN'T STOP HIM--
     Dave was travelling through time, right? Maybe he had powers, maybe he could pull a Superman and stop the train with his bare hands--he had to he had to--but as soon as the light hit him the clock just reset and he was back again anyway--
     Was the blood still there?
     The blood was there, it was definitely still there, it was permanently burned into his vision and he swore he heard John screaming--
      No no no no no no, Dave had to stop it, he had to save John, it didn't matter how--
      His lungs weren't working and he couldn't breathe because the air only stayed for a fraction of a second--
       There was a hand on his shoulder and that voice he loved so much was saying his name.
      "Dave! Dave, listen, you need to breathe."
       He sounded too calm, way too calm, but he realized that if John was speaking to him, maybe he'd won this time--
      He looked up to see he was there, John was alive, and he let out a breath that he shouldn't have still had and asked in a voice that wasn't his,
     "John? Is that you?"
     He smiled sadly. "That depends on how you want to look at it, Dave."
      Dave forced himself to stop breathing, stop panicking, because if that wasn't John then he must've failed again, and he couldn't fail, but it made his chest ache to finally see him again--
     "Dave. Dave, I'm dead."
      Blood flickered on and off of his face, and his eyes kept glitching from blue to lifeless white--
      John took his hand and repeated, "You have to let go."
      He was broken, he was broken, but Striders don't cry so he choked back a sob--"I can't--I can't--"
      "You have to wake up."
      The background kept changing. Streets. Room of clocks. Streets. Room of clocks. His head hurt, everything hurt, everything hurt.
      "No, I have to bring you back--"
      "You and I both know you're losing your mind." John said hollowly. "You can't do this."
      He opened his mouth but the words wouldn't come out--
       John just looked at him and frowned in concern in that way he always did, and he couldn't take it anymore and he yelled,
      "Why couldn't I have died instead?"
      The blood splatters stopped changing and stayed there, along with the cuts and scrapes and gashes.
       "Because I'm dead, Dave. And you've never had the power to change that."