Davesprite sat in Dave's room.
He didn't have a room of his own, so he just vibed in Dave's and hid at the top of the closet when he needed to.
It wasn't much, but hey, he was just a sprite. He didn't need much.
Anyways, Davesprite sat on Dave's bed, ghost tail curled around him, wings hugging him close like a ball. It was just how he sat, he was comfortable.
Karkat sat next to him, venting. After all, he was just a sprite. The fight was won, there was no advice to give anymore. So he let people vent to him. It was all he was good for, at this point.
No one said it out loud.
But he knew it was true by the way they acted.
The way they treated him.
Not like they abused him, but he definitely didn't get treated as an equal. He was treated like, well, a sprite. They didn't seem to register that he was different from a normal sprite -- he was made from an actual person, with actual feelings, albeit from a different timeline.
They just saw him as an AI -- a tool to help with the game.
A game they'd already won.
Karkat was done venting, so he left. (Although, Davesprite hadn't been listening to most of it. He was lost in his own thoughts.)
Left without a word...
Not even a thank you.
Although, that wasn't much different from usual. Davesprite was used to it.
Said sprite, a sad sprite, sighed and flopped back. It was exhausting letting people lean on you simply because it's the only way you can be useful.
'It's not rude to think that,' he thought, 'I didn't ask for this. I didn't tell them it was ok, they decided for me. That makes in not rude... right?'
Before he could convince himself of anything, (or even be sure he wanted to,) his thoughts were interrupted by a loud POOF!
And there, in the middle of the room, stood the long-lost best friend/crush/love of his life that he never got to say goodbye to...
"... john...?"
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Ack! Sorry, it's so short!! I swear, usually, my chapters are longer than this. Check out ANY of my other stories and you'll see I just struggle with finding motivation I'M SORRYYYY! Adhd, school, and I Do Not Mix. I've been struggling with ideas lately, but I swear, I hop from one hyperfixation to another, and I will bounce back. Ahfjdkhfjdshk I'm sorry!! Working on the next chapter RIGHT NOW bc I really like this idea. (Hint - Terezi's in the next one. DOOMED! John smells really strongly of blood... do you see the problem? >;])
(That was a Terezi face if you couldn't tell)
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! john...? ! ~ PEEPSICOLA / DAVESPRITE ANGST ~
FanfictionHis John is dead. Davesprite knows that. But... he's right there...? Is Davesprite going insane? Is his longing too much? Or did his John's ghost actually show up right there, in front of him?
