Your name is Dave Strider, and you had beat the game ALONE. You know you should be happy that you beat the game and were alive, but you weren't. Everyone you loved was dead. Your brother Dirk, Your best bro, John, your ecto sis, Rose, and your best friend, Jade Harley, along with all those rad trolls you met on the meteor. They were all gone. You realized you were in a graveyard...How did you get here?.. Oh god. There they were. Every single fucking grave of everyone you knew and loved. They were all dead. But there was one grave in particular you were standing in front of. Your bro, Dirk Striders' grave. You were currently now nineteen years old. Since the game ended, you had really let yourself go. You cried yourself to sleep almost everynight, always waking up with nightmares, seeing everyone dead. It was your fault. You couldn't save them. You were no hero, Bro was, John was, you wasn't. Your body was covered in scars and cuts, from nights when the voices would get to you. Alot of times, you would hallucinate about seeing Dirk's ghost, maybe even Johns'. You knew they weren't real. So you just drank until they went away, gripping your hair as the voices ran through your fucked up head.
'Worthless.' 'You couldn't save them.' 'Fuck up.' 'Your no hero!' 'Kill yourself, maybe you'll be lucky enough to meet them in the afterlife.' 'Dirk will never be proud of you.'
You fell to your knees in front of your older brothers grave, holding your face in your hands as tears wildly streamed down your face, gripping your hair. You felt a chill course through your body, as you felt something touch your shoulder. "F..fuck off." You managed to get out, your voice cracking. You saw whoever it was kneel in front of you, lifting up your chin. Red eyes met orange. No...it can't be Dirks' dead..you must have been hallucinating. But there Dirk was, right in front of you, looking at you with sad eyes. "Dave..can you see me?.." Dirk muttered softly, looking up at him. Dave just lost it. He broke down in sobs, wrapping his arms around Dirks ghost, hugging him tightly, never wanting to let go. "B...bro..I..im s..sorry.." He said, his voice cracking. Tears wildly streamed down the younger Striders face. 'I'm proud of you, lil' man.." Dirk murmured softly into his younger brothers ear. Dave Strider, who always seemed so cool and collected, had finally broke. He was shattered. The ghosts of his best friends, Jade Halrey, John Egbert, and his ecto sister, Rose Lalonde stod a good few feet away, watching. They had never seen the Strider so...broken. If you could, you would go back. To all those times you fought. And tell him that you loved him so fucking much. It never occured to you that your older brother would one day be gone. You were a broken mess. You'd never felt so lost before. When you saw Dirks face, his ghostly frame, you knew you were home. Countless nights, you had spent awake, thiking about what you COULD HAVE DONE. You realized, everything was as it should be. One day, you would get to meet again. You knew your kingdom awaited, and they've forgiven everything you'd done. You would finally come home.
