Terezi Pyrope and Nick Valentine
Boston, Massachusetts
Terezi’s POV:
It has been a long day at the office, but now you are going to rest, and by rest you mean watch your charts connecting every evidence that you can use to sent Gamzee Makara to jail. Since that time he entered Vriska and Kanaya’s apartment to cause mayhem, you have been suspicious about his activities.
“You are going to make a big mistake one day, Makara, and when you do it I will be the one to punish you.”
Watching newspapers and strings every day makes you insane enough to speak to yourself. No boyfriend or girlfriend, no goals outside of your job, and no entertainment outside of making shitposts at Tumblr. This is the life you choose and you will die by your own terms.
“This is Terezi Pyrope. I am busy kicking criminal asses, so leave your message please.” Your phone recording can be a bit annoying sometimes, and that is the purpose you established for it.
“Terezi, are you really there? I need to talk to you about something important…”
Is that Vriska? You take the phone as fast as you can.
“Vriska, is something wrong, I mean, I told you this line was for emergencies.”
“Terezi, I am getting married.”
Welp.
“I never thought this day would happen. Congratulations.”
“Terezi, I want you to be my maid of honor.”
“Wha… I thought Kanaya…”
“Kanaya has been busy helping with the preparations already, and she had to take a break from bigger responsibilities because Rose is getting to her final weeks of the pregnancy.”
“Listen sister, I have been busy with some cases, and Gamzee…”
“Tez, I am not just calling you because I need a maid of honor; I am calling you because I want you to be there. We haven’t been in contact for weeks, and since… Gamzee did that horrible thing you have been avoiding everyone.”
What she is saying is true, but you don’t want to accept that you have a problem. You were weak enough to don’t stop him, and now you have to sacrifice everything to stop his rampage.
“Terezi, I need my sister back. Everyone misses you. Even John misses you, and he loathes you.”
Maybe resting from this hunting for a bit would be good for your sanity. After all, your family comes first.
“Alright, I am coming home.”
Dirk’s POV:
You are close to finishing your project. Millions of dollars invested by the MIT in your research, and many hours without sleeping properly. Neural synapses seem fine. Cooling systems are at optimum capacities. The programs are running properly. Time to wake them.
“Sup dog.” Your synthetic children is alive.
Sweet, you became god.
“Name’s Dirk, and you are Nick. Welcome to existence my kid.”
“It feels weird. I have never been in this existence thing. Is it scary?”
“It is, but it is worth it.”
“Dirk, we got mail!”
“Also, that is your mom, Jake.”
After introducing your boyfriend to your creation, and many bad jokes about transhumanism, you start searching for anything interesting at the mail. The only reason you still have physical mail is because Jake buys comics of marvel and you order weird blue rays of animes. Huh? This is new.
“It seems we have been invited to a wedding. Your cousin and that creepy spider girl.”
“Jade is marrying Vriska? I thought she was dating Davepeta.”
“No, I mean your cousin that looks like you.”
“I am glad the old sport got himself a lady after what happened between him and Miss Rose Lalonde. Who would have thought she would be one of us gay people.”
You want to facepalm, but 1)you have oil in your hands, and 2)you know Jake is as innocent as John, but gay.
“However, I am doubting Miss Serket would be a good wife for him. That girls gives me the chilly willies.”
“Are you still scared of her? She was just a bratty teenager back in the day.”
“Yes, but everytime she sees me there is always this dark aura surrounding her. Like, she has this way of knowing when someone fears her.”
“Well, she is probably going to eat your cousin after having sex with him. Let’s take Nick to play outside before he develops a wrong concept of the world like the kid in the movie Room.”
“The Wiseau fella movie?”
“That would be a worst case scenario.”