A sigh escaped my lips, a glass of chocolate milk in my hand. Everyday seems to be the same, and ends with the same results. Constantly trying to find a job, and not succeeding due to the terrible economy. I walked upstairs and opened my bedroom door to a pitch black room. My free hand reached for the light switch on the wall next to the door only to not find it. Moving my hand around I also couldn't feel my calendar, or pictures on the wall. This kind of worried me. I knew I was home. My head turned back to the hall. More darkness, all but a light that was too far to be the extent of my small hallway. With nothing else to do, I headed towards it. What I had found was not anything I had expected. It was a door slightly ajar which I peeked through. Since I still had my milk in my hand, I drank it in one gulp as I looked at a sight that I had only seen in a web comic. There was a young cherub with red circles on his cheeks scribbling away on a tablet. The familiar little shit, made me laugh, which was a mistake.
"Who's there!" he yelled facing the door. "I swear if it is one of you fucking little green things," he stood from his computer and headed towards the door. Gasping, I turned and placed my glass next to the door where it wouldn't get broken. Even though I knew how violent this Cherub was a smile stayed plastered on my lips. It didn't matter to me, because I was in Homestuck! Yes, I was scared, but I was excited too. If Caliborn was here then that means in the dream bubbles and beyond lay some of my favorite characters. When he opened the door a look of surprise ended up on his face. "How the hell did this bitch get here?!"
"That's what I want to know," I crossed my arms finally relieved of the excitement with a newfound strength. There was no showing any of my fear or being lost to this guy. He looked me up and down.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" he asked looking at my sweat pants and t-shirt.
"A girl can't dress comfortable?" I looked him in his red eyes with my blue ones. He looked speechless. "Oh by the way I know who you are, Caliborn. Little shit Cherub with dangerous motives. Also adorable, but it's probably because you are still a kid."
"Hey! Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that. You should be kneeling before me if you know who I am. Do it! Kneel before your lord like the whore you are," he smirked thinking he had finally come up with a good come back. All I did was laugh. "Stop laughing! I'll fucking kill you!"
"Yes, because I so fear death," I kept laughing. "I'm sorry. This situation is amusing." I wiped a slight tear.
"At least you apologized!" he clenched his claws. Taking this as an opportunity, I stepped into the room past him at full speed. "What the fuck !"
"What have you been drawing this time?" I looked to see more of his shitty artwork on the screen.
"Get away from my stuff!" Caliborn came up behind me, this time cane in hand, prepared to use it against me if needed.
"You do realize I'm one of your watchers on deviantART?" I asked. He eased a bit and another mischievous smile appeared on his face.
"Oh really? You draw?" he placed the cane at his side. I nodded. "I may have some use for you yet, please stay awhile."
"It seems I may not have a choice since I don't know how I got here in the first place," I sighed remembering my situation.
"Perfect, you can start by drawing me some pictures of you with other bitches I know."
I face palmed and shook my head. Why was I not surprised.
"Fine, only if after I get to draw what I want, I've never used a tablet before, just pencil and paper," I confessed.
"No, it doesn't work that way! You draw what I want and you get to keep your pathetic life!"
"Nope, kind of hard when the life means nothing," I had a sad smile remembering why I didn't care. Depression is a bitch!
"Grrr! Fine just draw me something!" He walked to the computer and saved his work in progress, opening a new page. My first time drawing on a tablet and it would end up being something I'm not very good at, art with two people, worse it involves me with characters I don't feel that way for. It was worth it.
After an hour passed I began to draw what I wanted. It was something I wanted to do forever and something that I knew would make Caliborn angry. I began drawing the two of us holding hands. When he noticed... "NO, NO, NO!!! Do not draw me doing that disgusting stuff with you!"
"Too late!" I began to add color. There seemed to be a bit of extra red on his cheeks. He was embarrassed.
"Stop now, bitch!"
"I do what I want!" I laughed having quoted Loki.
"You do as I say!" he grabbed my arm causing me to drop the stylus. Although, he grabbed my arm right as I finished the red on his skull like cheeks. We both looked at the picture. "Delete it."
"Nah, I think I'll save it," I saved it and emailed it to myself while he stood there dumbfounded at how easily I didn't give any fucks. It was finished. "Hey, Caliborn. Want to play a game?" I joked.
"What kind of game?" his curiosity peaked again. I laughed.
"A speed drawing game, and no tricks!"
"You're on! If I win you do more pictures for me, if you win I'll let ever disgusting thing you did slide," he grabbed the tablet. "How should we begin?" I hugged him and he froze. "Get off me! Bitch, that is so obscene!" Once again I was giggling. I let go.
"We start with a hug then we begin the real game," I smiled. "I will start a timer on the computer and whoever draws the same topic in the quickest time, and looks best, wins."
He shook himself off a bit where I had hugged him. "What are we drawing?" My finger went to my chin as I thought about it.
"I want it something challenging for both of us so it is a fair chance," I whispered.
"Good idea! There is no other way you could compete with my artistic genius," he gloated. I shook my head and smirked.
"How about we both draw my favorite Pokemon?"
"What's Pokemon?" he looked at me like I was stupid. Grabbing the mouse I looked up on the computer the Pokemon Lucario.
"We both draw him!" I pointed at the screen.
"Seems simple enough," he laughed and began to draw the picture before him. I had started the timer right as he started to draw. It took him a while to scribble down and I knew I would still take longer, because I wanted mine to look the best. Whether I'd actually win, he may still try to convince me otherwise.