The Game of Hazy Nostalgia

Homestuck
F/F
F/M
M/M
Other
G
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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My jokes are good on their own.

“im sure they are bud.”

You glare at the back of Dave’s head and reach forward to swat at his shoulder. Jade giggles.

“calm down there, sport, before you seriously hurt someone!” she teases you and though you don’t swat at her, you want to, just a little bit.

Dave pulls off the main road onto one that grinds underneath the tires. It must be gravel, you presume, staring out at the window at the woodlands you fly past. In the distance, you can see the house in it’s true, dilapidated, haunted-looking state. It does nothing to alleviate your fears.

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