“Fucking Halloween Updates…” Hussie said, slapping his keyboard as he typed a Pesterlog of over 9000 words. He swore he sold his soul to this damn webcomic, and for what? If he missed just one day, all the social network sites exploded. Plus, he was pretty sure he had unleashed the first seal of the apocolypse. “Maybe I should kill them all off. English Wins. Game over.” he muttered to himself.
Then came a knocking at his door. “Damn, the candy…the candy…” he grabbed the bowl he was snacking out of, tossing some empty wrappers aside. “Let’s get this over with…” he opened the door, ready to toss some candy at some kids heads. What he saw gave him pause. Jade…Gamzee…and that blind chick, um…Tezeri. Yeah. The kids were so excited about their costumes as they said in unison “Trick or Treat.”
The Huss’s heart grew three sizes as he dumped candy into each of their buckets, a single tear of black joy leaking from his eye. He closed the door, returned to his computer, and finished his pesterlog. The joy that he saw in those childrens eyes had returned the fire to his heart, and reminded him why he did what he did.
And that’s how Andrew Hussie learned the true meaning of Homestuck.
OK, now I’ll reblog it.
ImmortalWave 