yo. im bored. nothing the hell is happening today. what are you up to. whats your status re: coming to pewter? are you on your way? whats been going on in davetown? tell me everything. inquiring minds need to know.
[read: he misses you and he's feeling talkative today, give him attention.]
so here i am the curious cat gonna lose my third life if i ask but my ears are at attention and my tails all perked and twitching and i gotta know gotta figure it out how the fuck do you write a rap
i got the stanzas and the rhymes of poetry down pat locked up tight but i always fight to get the timing right with these frivolous freestyle slam poetry beats and snares and ticks and tocks and im just saying its crazy hearing them from you flowing out like you arent trying and bottom line the one to sign at the bottom of the page that gives you every right to gauge how poorly this veritable word maze is the bottom line is ... ..... .........................
davyyyyyyyyyy ...wait i think thats missing a letter o well n e way hows ur valentines going are you taking that blind alien chick on a date or janey? xucfdsjka fuck its like i cant spell that word anymore *cuz theyre both cute girls and i think theyd be good 4 u unless u have some dudes in mind in which case u better point em out to me so that i can evaluates them
[Was there a real reason to her shouting into her Pokegear? No.]
DAVE! I AM RIDING A DRAGON AND IT IS REALLY COOL RIGHT NOW. I'M PROBABLY HUNDREDS OF FEET IN THE AIR WHICH COULD RESULT IN MY DEATH IF I FALL OFF AND IT'S PROBABLY A GOOD THING I'M NOT THE ONE IN CONTROL.
[ And almost immediately following a certain text sent HERE -- ]
Hey, Dave. This is Val. I've got a question for you. According to Bro, it's right up your alley, but a lot of things that fall into the 'according to Bro,' category tend to be pretty dubious, so I'm going to go out on a limb here and hope this isn't traumatic. What's 'tsundere' mean?
[So after This conversation, Bro is feeling a bit... sappier than normal. It's mostly that it was a pretty big eye opener as he spoke, and suddenly he wants to make sure he takes the opportunity to tell Dave shit that he doesn't tell him often. Just so he knows.]
Hi Dave-san, it's Tenten! I remember we were talking about Skarmory eggs not too long ago, and it turns out that mine bred with a Noctowl. I can send you an egg if you still want it!
[It's a quiet little laugh coming from the gear. It's a bit high pitched and a little raspy. Creepy? Maybe. And perhaps a little... familiar, to Dave. Surely it must be exciting to him though, right?
Because when Dave finally looks at the video, he will be greeted by one thing, and one thing only. His best motherfucking friend.]
[When Dave turns on his gear and checks his messages, you know what he'll find? Lots and lots of black text. It looks like Bro messaged him from the day he went into the sleep coma all the way up to now. It's all meaningless shit. Lots of 'dave. hey dave.' and 'wake your ass up.' and also 'i swear to god im tempted to put you in a thong and hang you from a flag pole if you dont get the fuck up right now.'
Luckily he didn't. There're lots more, but they're rather mundane. Mostly Bro just rambling about pointless shit like butts and puppets and how much Lil Cal misses his ass.
But today, there's even more, as he's found out that Dave is awake. Instead of doing the sensible thing and going to see him, he's just going to rely on technology.]
dave. yo. hey bro. i know youre awake. come on. pick up your gear. dave. daverykins. yo. dave. dave. derv. derve strerder. tsundave stridere. dave dave bo bave. banana fana fo fave. me mi mo mave. oh my fucking god. what the hell are you doing? i mean besides not paying any attention to me. im bored. did you know that blake is a pony? yeah. you should ask him about that one day. i mean if you ever see this. also masato has a nice butt. just thought you should know. fuck me with a cactus, talking to myself is so goddamn fun. christ. are you still a gradient? you were asleep a while after all. like goddamn how long was it? six months? a year? it feels like it was a goddamn long time. we still need to go dragon hunting. why havent we done that yet, you dickhead? oh right. because youve been asleep forever and a day. dave come the fuck on pick up. stop doing whatever it is youre doing. im gonna die. nevermind. its too late. i see the light. goodbye. im gone. rip. here lies bro. his brosonthing ignored him. it was fatal. he leaves all possessions to lil cal. heeheehee. hooohooohoo.
[Perhaps the worst thing about John getting a house of his own (well half his own, anyway) is the fact that it means he doesn't have to rely as much on PC storage to house his ridiculous menagerie of 'mons. One would think that this isn't such a bad ting, actually, at least until they remembered that about half of John's roster is comprised of ghosts. And given the holiday season...]
[Yeah, he's just letting ALL the fuckers wander around and do as they please. Well...save for Giant who has no choice but to stay outside because he's just too damn big to fit in the house. (He totally taps on the upstairs windows sometimes though if he wants some company, what a sweet Golurk.)]
[Most of them are content enough to stay outside and "haunt" the yard-wide graveyard that John and Aradia set up. Imhotep the Cofagrigus is notably one of these very ghosts. But not today. Or at least, not all of today.]
[It starts that morning, while Dave is eating whatever it is he's eating for breakfast. Through the window, he might just spot Imhotep outside. And for a moment, it might look as though the ghost is looking right at him with something of a spine-tingling expression. But only just a moment, so maybe Dave was imagining things? Who really knows but the coffinmon is certainly just playing harmlessly now with one of John's Lampents.]
[Throughout the day however, it almost seems as though Imhotep is actually following Dave. Whenever Dave looks out the window? Imhotep is fucking there. Sometimes looking at the boy and other times just there doing nothing but minding his own business. But still just there. And at some point after noon, he actually comes in the house for a bit. He never seems to do anything sinister though he's still just...you know, there. In the background. Wherever Dave is.]
[At least until Dave returns to his room, at whatever point that may be, and finds the Cofagrigus floating just behind his door. Not close enough to get whacked by it, but close enough to be completely and utterly terrifying to someone who isn't expecting to find a 5'7" sarcophagus inside their room.]
[But before Dave has much of a chance to react, the sarcophagus springs open and what is quite possibly the most terrifying mummy in existence pops out, hands raised above its head.]
BOO!!!
[No, okay it's actually John wrapped up in toilet paper. J/k about the terrifying thing.]
so looks like its that time of the year again. why am i texting you youre probably wondering. intead of doing the sensible thing and saying this to your face. oh no reason. ok no theres a reason. you and i both know words are usually easier through text. and ive never been the best at words so theres that too. anyway. the point of this is to say happy birthday. but theres more to it than that. i wasnt really sure what to get you. but i gave it a lot of thought and i came to a realization. which i why i want you to check your PC. you wont find much. just a key. its the key to the old flat back home. in our world. its more symbolic than anything. since i mean you cant just pop over there and make yourself at home. but its yours. youve faced hell and came out the other side a man. a man needs a place to call home. im proud of you dave. you did good.
Dave. I'm having a minor crisis here that kind of probably really needs your input. And potentially your dragons. And your person. For a handful of days. Are you game for a rescue mission?
Uhm...Dave. I think I miiiight have lost the bet we had.
[She...suddenly has this high leveled Arcanine???? Like...oops. Hello, I am dog and I am with dog owner. Nice to meet you.] I didn't mean to adopt him, but I guess I did!!!
I don't know about you but I am sorely missing talking with my twin. Especially at stupid hours in the morning over pizza and bouts of insomnia. Did you know that the gentle rock of the ocean isn't like being rocked to sleep at all? If not, well consider yourself thoroughly informed. It's not, and if you have trouble sleeping and you don't have any sleeping pills, you're basically fucked. So how are you?
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