==> Be Egbootay
I woke up in a strange bed, with no relocation of where I was. I quickly sat up, only to be met with a searing pain in my head. Hissing softly, I held a hand to my temple, feeling a bandage. It seems whoever brought me here had put it on me.
For a moment I was debating on whether of not to leave the bed; but I abandoned the though of leaving, since the bed was soft and warm, and I was too goddamn lazy to leave the bed. So I just snuggled back in, and observed the room from there.
There was a double window, with dark red curtains in front of him. The floor was dark wood, and there were wired trailing around the room. I was appreciative that I hadn't left the bed, as I would probably trip, knowing how clumsy I am.
In the left, there was a fan, which was turned off. Beside it, was a closet, which was closed. Near it were a set of turntables. I hummed softly. Whoever owned this room obviously had a good sense of music, or just had them there to look good. Oh well.
There were swords on the wall, which had a suspicious, dried red crust on them. I decided not to think about it too much. There were also some posters, a camera, mirror, and tables. Becoming bored of this quickly, I laid back down, closing my eyes.
It seemed that as soon as I did, someone opened the door. "Hey dude, you still asleep?" I cracked an eye open, looking over at the door. Oh. It was him. The blonde one with the red eyes. "Yeah.." He walked over, a katana on his belt. I tensed. Was he going to kill me?
Almost as if he had read my mind, he chuckled. "I won't hurt you." He sat on the bed beside me, watching me as I looked back at him.
"So.. I'm John.." I was a bit awkward. The blonde smiled a bit, nodding. "Da-" he was cut off by someone else.
"DAVID ELIZABETH STRIDER! ROOF! NOW!" He groaned. "It's just bro. Come on, he probably eats to meet you or whatever. Or fight. Fuck if I know." I nodded slowly, kinda staring him down.
Dave Strider was an.. interesting person.
No DirkJake smut. Yet. Maybe soon.
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JOHN: Do The Hunting Thing
FanfictionKilling things. Saving people. The family business. This was the code John Egbert lived by. LIVED being the key word. Killing people. Fucking up things. The demon business. This was the code DAVE Strider ironically ignored. IGNORED is the key word...