The Game of Hazy Nostalgia

Homestuck
F/F
F/M
M/M
Other
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The Game of Hazy Nostalgia
Summary
Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you, secretly, still BELIEVE IN GHOSTS. ₪₪₪ A chose your own adventure style game wherein you play as our strapping protagonist, Johnathan Elliot Egbert, in his heroic quest to stay alive long enough to return home, do his homework, take a bath, and perhaps watch a movie with his dearly beloved father."★★★★★" — No one, at all."A compelling epic of jaw-dropping depth and fantastic humor." — Actually no one.
Note
hello there, mi amigos. first, a couple of ground rules. 1. please for the love of christ himself do not use the "next chapter" or "previous chapter" buttons WHATSOEVER. progress through this fic by using the links provided, whether through hyperlinked text or ===> 2. there will be tiny hiatuses on this fic for every subsection of it. the first forty-one chapters are a conclusive beginning to the fic, but by no means the end of the fic. when this thing is through, trust me, it's gonna have hundreds of chapters. 3. this fic will probably have different medias dispersed through it. they should all be working right. if not, tell me. please. that's about it for now! thank you very much for reading. (btw this is like... the longest authors notes i've ever written?? damn.) here's my personal blog. here's my writing blog.
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She inhales sharply, then flips to a page towards the front and tilts the journal in your direction. You leaned over to inspect the drawing.

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You looked back up at her after a moment. “what does it mean?”

She closed the book before you could consider it a second longer. "Nothing. It’s just some old witchcraft nonsense. You wouldn’t want to mess with it.”

“are you spooking johnny boy back there rose?” Dave makes eye contact with her in the mirror. Rose closes her eyes, privately rolling them behind her eyelids.

“I believe John is relatively un-spooked.”

“i am pretty un-spooked,” you confirm.

Jade nudges Dave’s shoulder.“eyes on the road, dummy.”

Dave elbows her back, meeting Rose’s eyes in the mirror once more. “thats my boy, rosie. dont scare him into running all the way back home.”

A. i’m not running anywhere, dumbass.
B. shut up and watch the road.

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