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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Dave vanished and was never seen again.


    Pretty fucking accurate, if he said so himself, to be fair. Dave had indeed vanished and had not been seen again. The truth of it was that he didn't actually know what had happened to him, but that there was a long absence in his memory that was fuzzed over and filled with screams whenever he tried to recall anything between his last moments in the sight of others and the present day.


    To be exact, the present day was the day after Christmas, 2015, and Dave was now a cat.


    His head was rather fuzzy, actually, and his eyes were bare; the feline stretched out his paws a little incredulously and wiggled his little toes, staring rather unexpectedly at the limbs. I mean, he'd gone through some weird shit in his life, but turning into a cat was completely and undoubtedly the strangest occurrence to happen to him. All the same, he'd make the best of it, even if he didn't have his glasses.


    The pale feline sat up, touching a paw to his head, and found that the movements in this body were not as jaunty and jerky as he'd expected. He inhaled shakily, and found that holy shit, he could smell a ton more than he'd been able to before. Experimentally, he sniffed his own limb, and then jerked back at the odd, animalistic, earthy scent that met him. Oh, well, alright.


    He extended his neck, then, sniffing at the ground, and he jerked back his head a moment later, wrinkling his nose. " Oh my fucking god, " he murmured, ears twitching. " Hello? "
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    "Hehe, sup man, my names Ghostp-" He'd been there for a little while now. After he died. His last memories where of him gasping for what was (Quite ironically) air. The crumbled ruins of Prospit crushing him. His dream self was already dead.


    It was over. Game over.


    So, what happened after the game? Why was he here? Alive? So many questions. And then? He believed he knew this one. It was weird. Like the feeling of what once was a severed bond being strung taut. "D-D..." The wind teirs glasses would fog up, voice cracking. Heart lurching. "D-Dave Strider?" What looked like a devestated gasp would turn into a small, uncertain smile.


    He knew. "J-Jegus f#ck..." The wind blew. Softly. It had to be Dave. It had too. He wanted to believe that. Thats why he was smiling through the tears. A false sense of relief washed over him. Of course, it turned into dismay. D-Did Dave die?


    "And...the others?" he'd ask next, big blue eyes wide. Hopeful. He had his hopes up wih a lot of things right now. Words had a lot of meaning behind them. The ebony feline would aim to do a running jump hug with the other. He didn't explain who he was. He'd said all he could manage.


    It would be really f#cking awkward if this was not Dave.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Ghostp- sure looked rather broken up about him, all of a sudden; the male had approached optimistically, at first, and Dave had glanced up, really to greet back, feeling very odd when he saw a face without the haze of sunglasses, and even odder when the face was feline, and when it spoke, he understood it.


    For a moment, Dave shifted, and cleared his throat. " Hey, man- "


    ' D ... D ... D- Dave Strider? '


    It took him a moment, and then he immediately wondered why it had taken him so long, because the glasses and the outfit were familiar. He'd just assumed that perhaps cats wore clothes and shit out here, but this feline was a little too memorable for it to just be a random cat. " John? " it was more of a question, because he was still a little confused considering he was a cat, and a pretty fucking short cat at that.
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    "Y-Yes! Thats my name! Holy SH!T it's been so long since I've heard it...!" He was sobbing now. How often did dudes cry in their lifetime? Usually when a loved one died. But...when one returned? Here it was, his best bro! Back from the hypothetical grave and all! Goddammit. Holy sh!t.


    So the cat thing wasn't just with him? It was with Dave too. "Ahah, I didn't recognize you without your glasses! And, or human face." His joy had to be toned the f#ck down for a minute. Eyes narrowing. "What the hell happened? Why'd you just run off like that? Did you see how much uh...our Karkat freaked out?" 'Our Karkat.' Because that specific one was from their timeline, right? Something they shared? Of course that Karkat died. Rage quit, apparently. Thats All Vriska said.


    "And Karkat?"
    "He ragequit."


    He didn't understand what she meant, but he assumed that meant death. Oh god, he had so many questions. He was just sufked into all the chaos out of the blue, and was dead just as fast.


    A small grin curled onto his face. The ebony feline was finally taller.It was a small difference, but he noticed.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]So long since he'd heard it? Dave cocked his head and thought for a moment, then realised that John had started to introduce himself with a different moniker. He'd changed his name? How? Why? He would have pondered this further, but (and although he'd never admit it) he was getting a bit teary eyed. He clenched his jaws and tried not to cry like John was, but it was pretty hard.


    " Yeah, yeah- hey, what? What are you called now? "


    See? The glasses had always hid evidence of his tears, and now he had none. He rubbed at one eye just as John mentioned them, and he nodded. " If it wasn't for yours, I'd probably not have recognised you. " the mood changed quickly, though, and Dave slowly began to knead the earth with his paws, already an odd instinct that had begun to build up. His feline attitude was kicking in, it seemed.


    " I don't fucking know, man. I can't remember much. I think I can remember running, but- nah, I don't know. " he shook his head, shrugging a little pathetically. At the mention of their Karkat, he blinked a little awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head. " Nah, I don't. I don't remember much, like I said. Shit, I ... " he shrugged ineffectually again, fidgeting a little.


    " I must've died, anyway. Shit, my head still hurts from it. Reckon I whacked it. "


    He stared at John for a second, noticing, finally, that the darker-hued feline was taller. " Shit. " he muttered, frowning.
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    "Ghostypaw. Going to be Ghostytrickster. Thought I may as well use my Chumhandle." He'd laugh softly at the next part, pulling off his glasses. Putting a paw through the frames. There where no frames in the glasses. "I can see now, actually. I woke up with some crazy good eyesight! I'm sure it's because cat eyes are better. Anyways, I kept my glasses for nostalgia I guess. Felt weird without them." He'd fiddle with his blue hoodie he was wearing as a scarf. Tattered in some places. "That too." He had that honeyglow on his face again. The thing that made his childlike enthusiasm obvious. Of course, his mad happy grin kind of faded at the mention of running.


    "I...I wonder what happened to you...I mean you're your own guy, and you where chill with working alone...but, F-F#ck man...I thought where dead. Did you know that?" He'd pause. "Dave...do you know? About...what happened?" He climbed that f#cking tower covered in the blood of his friends. Vriska urging that they where running out of time. When Jade vanished and Rose went insane with evil god power and abandoned them? When a battle royale went on at the HQ?


    Damn the convesation where he was told all this happened was awkward. He didn't cry when it happened. He didn't believe it at first. And when he did, he was in shock. "So...I guess we lost then?"


    He'd pause...closing his mouth for a moment. "Hehe, well...we did our best."

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    "Somebody you know?" Knightpaw strode forward from the trees, her dark eyes glimmering. The femme would come to a stop, smelling faintly of metal and more like grease. Her cheek was smoothed back with some. "Name's Knightpaw either way. Nice to meet you." Her ears flicked. A lot of people were cursing these days, hm?

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    What was going on here? The lupine stood off to one side, watching the two males converse. So they knew each other? Huh, how interesting. With a smile, Amaterasu rose to her paws and walked over to the duo. "Hello Ghostypaw. Who is your friend?" Mused the sun goddess with a tilt of her head.



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    "Dave, you going to use your chumhandle? I dunno, Turnpaw. Turntech? That sounds pretty cool!" He'd smile, looking at the others. Should he just say everything? Was it a secret? He saw no reason to keep it a secret. "We're from a seperate timeline. It was a doomed timeline, with a dead end. I lived to see it. It was...scary." When the laws of science are rendered useless, it can be scary.


    "Ahah, Ammy. I've died twice. But its not the kind of death you just get uo and get another body from. It was permanent. You know? Two chances. Thats it."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Well, he supposed that was one way. " 'paw, huh? Is that a custom here? Fuck, do I have to become some 'paw, too? " he mused thoughtfully for a moment, before clearing his throat and trying to adopt a nonchalant expression, one that failed time and time again because he was a fucking cat, and this was his fucking best bro, and everything was alright.


    " You can see properly? I guess being a cat's good for some shit, " Dave - or was it Turnpaw, now? - tried for a weak joke, but it all sort of slipped away as John- Ghostypaw continued, and he stared. " No, I- fuck, I don't know what happened at all, John. " still John, then. Still John to him. And not any other John- his John. " Like I said, a lot's pretty fucking fuzzy. Maybe- tell me later, yeah? "


    He stared at his feet dimly, then. They lost, but they tried their best. " Yeah, I guess we did. " he said, voice cracking, but he could hear footsteps, and he did his best to compose himself as he glanced up. Knightpaw? Looked like John had a band of merry misfits with him, or something. They didn't seem pretty nomadic, though, and his cat-senses were tingling, telling him that the weird smell that lingered here were scent markers. A territory.


    " Hey, " he greeted Knightpaw, shrugging again. Was that going to be a habit, now? He was about to introduce himself, but then he realised he didn't know what to introduce himself with. He sort of wanted Dave to be a name for John, and seeing as John was Ghostypaw, then he was-


    Oh, John was speaking to him, now, so he nodded. " I'm Turnpaw. "


    Now he'd said it, he was bound by it, he supposed. Amaterasu's approach granted him a little more confidence, and he blinked crimson eyes at her, still a little self-conscious about the lack of shades. " Hey, man, I'm Turnpaw. " and he could introduce himself, thank you very much.


    He let John continue speaking, and then he nodded his head, though he said nothing, for he had nothing to add, really.
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    A different timeline? She remembered someone telling her about timelines once, but she could not remember much. "I can understand that. Heck, I've seen others who have died and came back to life. I believe it was called going 'god tier' for some? I've seen that happen at least twice in my time here." She responded and flicked her gaze back over to Turnpaw. "Hello, Turnpaw. Welcome to Prospit." Ammy then smiled with friendliness visible in her own ruby hued eyes. "My name is Okami Amaterasu, but Amaterasu and Ammy are fine. I'm a former leader and healer, but as of right now I'm just a citizen, which I'm perfectly fine with being."



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    "Thats your name, don't wear it out, ye doof."
    He didn't know. He didn't know everyone else was dead. John wasn't the kind of guy to keep things from Dave. He'd never...never had anything to hide. Of course, now wasn't the time. The guy had just come back! He wanted to celebrate. Not return to mourning.


    Was that fair? To keep that from him? Was he selfish? If anyone knew what it was like to be hurt from something no one told him, it was him. He knew that now was a good a time as ever to say it. There would never be a time to say it. Its like tearing off a bandage. Thats what Dave- Turnpaw would do, right? Give it to him straight."Oh, yeah. I'll tell you everything later. Warning, you're not going to...to like it. I'm talking worse case scenario."
    He wasn't Dave. He couldn't just f#cking lay down the facts that everyone had died like yesterdays news. Such things had to be uttered with care.


    Ah...ah, Hurry Ghosty. change the subject.


    "Soooo, Davepa-dammit, 'Turnpaw.'" He verbally said wink, and then winked. "I finally made it to god teir! The last one out of all of us, I guess." In the timeline he was from...he was the last one to finally die. If only he knew his dream self was also dead.
    "I can do the windy thing man! It's sick. Floatin' around and making spooky wind noises."


    Grand pause.


    "It's frisky buisness."


    He'd done it. Finally, someone he could utter a cat pun to. No regrets.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Godtier was something he'd not heard in a while; he looked curiously at Amaterasu, then relaxed a little as she introduced herself. " Thanks, " he decided to remark, still a little awkward about being a cat. It was strange, and as he glanced back at his paws, he realised he'd been picking at the ground with his claws, and dirt had snagged in his talons. He shook the clumps out and tried to work out how to sheathe them; a few moments of ignoring them solved that, and they retreated into their houses without him even knowing.


    The newly christened Turnpaw glanced back at John then, smiling with a little less falseness than usual, before it slipped away. Worse case scenario? Was everyone-? But surely if they could turn into cats, then ... I mean, he could hope, but ... He glanced at his paws and nodded. " Yeah, yeah ... Okay. Whenever you want, man. " he decided to say.


    He then glanced back up at the remark on Godtier again, as well as the slip-up on his name, and the smile returned a little. " Welcome to Godtierhood, then, John. Feels sick, doesn't it? " still, he ... didn't know how to do anything at the moment, considering he was, you know, a cat. He felt a little out of it, if he was honest.


    At the cat pun, though, he audibly groaned, shaking his head. " Fuck, man, did you just-? No. No. I'm not talking to you any more. "
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    "Aha, you're handling this pretty well. Kind of reminds me of the sims. Ah, remember sims 3 pets? I kicked ass at that with the karma powers." Well, he supposed he'd seen weirder. Like Bec Jadesprite, and Bird davesprite. Now those where both cool, he guessed. But this was too. "I weigh nothing. And now walking has never seemed so overrated. I'm like six pounds of flying machine!" Ahah. Not talking to him anymore? Hah, he'd like to see them try-


    "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Please talk to me Dave." Woah he hasn't seen Daves eyes before, now that he thought about it. They where...really cool. He wondered if they always looked like that. He'd shuffle his paws, awkwardly. Jeez, dave seemed 100% less stoic without the glasses.


    It was...weird. He wasn't used to that. Probably why he was staring at his friend for a bit, before he became aware of the fact that he was doing it. "Also...man, your eyes are really pretty."
    Was 'Pretty' the right word? No, it was more along the lines of 'Badass'. But he wasn't going to admit that to the guy. Or he'd have too much edge on him.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Even as John rambled, he kept his expression stony and unmoving, jaws clamped shut in his vow to never speak to him again. Some things were forgivable, but that pun was not one of those things. Murder? Yes. That pun? No. It was an odd code, but it was his code, and fuck him if he didn't abide by it.


    ' Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Please talk to me Dave. '


    It never took long, did it? Dave slowly let those pupils of his slide across a crimson sea to meet John, and he tipped his head to one side. " You're getting soft, Egbert. " he pointed out, practically crowing the words. " That was only nine seconds of silence. " and as he'd won a little game, he wasn't about to let that go.


    He squinted, though, at the remark on his eyes. He'd hidden them for a reason, actually, and this comment wasn't exactly what he needed. Pretty? Made him sound like a fucking girl. I mean, sure, he wasn't manly manly, oozing testosterone everywhere, but pretty? Then again, he'd not seen his cat eyes. He gingerly lifted a paw to one eye and found eyelashes — wait, cats had eyelashes? What? — that were far longer in comparison to his body than his human ones had been, and even longer than them anyway. Effeminate. Delicate. Pretty. " Well, they're the prettiest eyes you're ever going to see, John. I would've gone for cool-as-fuck, or badass, or awesome, or hella rad, though. "
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    "Heh, whatever Dave." He'd grunt, rolling his eyes. The male would aim to put a soft paw on his friends nose, sticking his tongue out. "You're a dumb doof and you know it." He'd compose himself, taking a deep breath. Yeah, the master unmovable prankster who could say 'whatever' at anything had gone a little soft. That wasn't the only thing that had changed. He f#cking despised Con Air now. "You're getting the longest, coldest silent treatment. Until you take that back, Dave Stridork."


    He'd stare Dave down, smiling that cocky 'Game on.' grin, that showed he was serious. In fact...
    The male would pull a pair of shades out from his hoodie. Not Daves of course, but a pair of shades. Star shades mother f#cker. Like those broadway musicals.


    He'd also pull out a Popeye candystick, putting it in his mouth.


    Damn. He looked hard boiled in his opinion. Glasses over top of his glasses with a candy cigar. Obviously John was the real deal. And then, he'd turn his head away. Ignore.



    '===> Ignore your best friend.'


    John had activated his harboiled mode. Like those old Black and white films he watched at times, with the slow yet badass narration.