Living the Homestuck Life: Under the Scenes

Uncle and Mommy Tabor

People were really curious about Spencer and Rebecca as guardians. (Mostly Spencer because people imagined him hitting puberty and turning into a Tabor-Bro Strider)

I have gotten a lot of messages on my LTHL blog and twitter about it. And while watching Tarzan, I got this big scene inside my head and decided to write it for you guys. (Dedicated to the Disney film, Tarzan) 

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Uncle and Mommy Tabor

AN AHPLA GUARDIAN STORY

        The sky was darker than coal and rain poured down from the heavens heavily. The roaring waves were pounding against the large ship that sailed across the sea. A man and woman with two infants were aboard this certain ship. 

        The man was hastily running on the deck to pull up the sails as fast as possible as the woman was waiting down in the quarters holding the children for dear life. The young girl was screaming and crying as the mother tried to shush the poor, petrified child. The poor boy that laid in the other mother's arm laid still with opened, fright-filled eyes. Instantaneously, a loud crashing sound echoed inside the ship and the young mother jolted forward. The baby girl was crying even louder now and the boy started to bawl. 

        The man, just above the woman, flew across the deck after crashing into a large boulder due to the waves leading the ship towards it. His back contacted with the hard, woodened wall forcefully. He tried to get up, but pain took over. He groaned loudly and collapsed onto the floor. He looked up at the sail post that was gradually falling towards the side. He felt the cold drops of the rain drip on his face. His shoulder started to sting and the pain started to become unbearable. He looked down at his arm and noticed that the bolts that were screwed onto his bone were oozing blood. He tried to move his metal arm as much as he can and tried to ignore the agonizing pain that was starting to overcome him. He sat up and pressed his back against the wall. He looked across the deck and saw the door and knew Rebecca was just behind there with the two children. He pushed himself up with a resulting sting from his left arm. He tried to gain his balance as the ship was starting to tip to the side. He opened the door and saw Rebecca with the two children in her arms just after the ship's steps. 

        The young woman looked up and saw her cousin beat up and soaking wet. She gasped, "Spencer! What happened to you! Look, your arm! Its-" 

        Spencer hurried down the steps and approached Rebecca sluggishly. "I know. I know. We can fix this later. We have to go," 

             Spencer looked at the boy and saw tear streaks on his chubby cheeks. His eyes softened and he laid a hand on his fuzzy head. Rebecca looked at Spencer with a worried look, "I tried to keep them quiet," 

        "You did fine," Spencer said, smiling. He held Rebecca's shoulder and told her that they have to go before the ship sinks.

         Rebecca panicked, "What! That was the crashing sound!" 

The baby girl was startled by Rebecca's yelling and started to whimper. Spencer patted the girl's head and shushed her. "You need to stop doing that," he told Rebecca. 

        "I'm sorry! The ship is sinking!" she said, her cheeks turning red with anger.

Spencer covered her mouth and furrowed his eyebrows, "No time for arguing! Be quiet and follow me out of this ship!" 

Rebecca huffed, but agreed anyway. She followed Spencer up the steps and to the edge of the ship where a small boat was prepared for them. Spencer nodded towards the small boat as he was pulling the cover off of it. He regretted that motion because his left arm made a loud cranking noise.