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   Your name is John Egbert, and you have been playing the piano for as long as you can remember. It is a beautiful instrument, yes, and it even lets you feel calm, and forget everything that is around you. But, you don't want to forget him. Oh, no. Never will you forget him. After all, he is the reason why you are still living; moving on to the next generations. You don't want to forget him after what he has given you. He gave you the feeling that makes your heart flutter. You never thought you would say it, but, man its awfully hard not to, but... You are definitely a homosexual. You will never say it aloud, but you can say it in your thoughts.
   Ever since your father died, you have felt despair, and loneliness. Then all of the sudden, he apeared into your life. He got you back on your feet, and even cared for you-- in his best efforts, of course. He visits every year with the money he gets with his job as a DJ at clubs. He was raised to do that, so its nothing that would impress you.
   Today is the day that you actually get to visit him; you get to go all the way down to Texas this very day. After four years of the harsh game, you get to go visit him and his bro. They still live in the same apartments, only a different housing this time around. They saved all of their money and decided it was time to move to some place bigger. Though, it is still on the top floor.

   Your name is Dave Strider, and you ironically can't wait for him to get his ass down here. Literally. He's your best bro, but sometimes you wish it was more than that. You mean, sure its great having him as a best bro. You really do mean it. But, your mind wanders at time to time, where you think of him, a lot. Only more nude. With more rump. That - ironically - reminds you, "Dat ass". You just find this hilarious. Don't question it, cause it is.
   Your bro is pretty cool about John coming over. He normally wouldn't give a flying fuck anyway. Its hot over here, but you can find a way to make it worth it.

   Your name is John Egbert, and your things are packed. You are so excited to go see Dave and his bro. Come to think of it, you have never met the cool man. Wait that sounds stupid. You have never met the cool bro. Fuck. How do sentences work again? Screw this.
   JOHN ==> GO TO THE CAR AND DRIVE TO THE AIRPORT.
   Oh, hell no. You're not working with these things again. You are a grown teenage boy, a seventeen year old in fact! You can make your own decisions.
   JOHN ==> MAKE OWN DECISIONS.
   What the fuck? You were going to do this anyway. Now stop with these shenanigans! You take your bags, and proceed to the car.
   JOHN ==> DRIVE THE VEHICLE.
   Fuck you, commands! You have already decided you were doing things your way. You open the door, and step inside, and put the blue prius in reverse, and drive out of the drive-way. You are now on your way to the airport. You quickly message Dave while in the car.
   'hey! guess whose on their way to the airport? hehehe' Is what you end up sending.

   You are now the other kid. You just recieved a message from John.
   'hey! guess whose on their way to the airport?'
   Same quirk, same John. You should seriously get yourself ready. His flight could be pretty fast. You decide to take an ironically long shower. Like an hour long shower. Then you could ironically do your hair. Then get dressed, slowly. Right now, you are ironically making a list of things. You should probably clean up the music room first. The piano hasn't been touched in weeks. You've had the piano for a while actually. You used to play it when you were a kid. A cool kid, but still a kid. You were pretty good. You wonder if you still have the talent in you. You take the piano's lid thing, and you slide it, showing the keys.
   You start with the scales, and then you play one of the songs that every kid knew, and then came the actual music. You close your eyes, and continue playing, actually having the memories cross by you once more. Your hands trace, and trace the keys, while your fingers do the pressing, and your feet keep the song in touch
   It's making the sounds make your mind bleed; you were suddenly reminded. Reminded of that day, when you started getting in touch with the piano, no scratching records, no playing sick beats, just doing what you felt was right. You didn't care if anyone walked in right now, you didn't have a single care in the world except for those lost and now founded memories.

   You were walking home one day, and came across a man in a suit who had a pipe, and a weird ass hat. He had a child with him, and the child also was wearing a tuxedo, only without the pipe, and that..hat thing. They went in the back door of the building, and just walked in like nothing. You were also performing there that night. You decided to fallow them, just because it would make a scene. An ironic scene at that. You were age 8, and the other kid was probably age 7. He looked all beautified, while you had cuts and scratches everywhere. You took showers, and this kid probably took baths with rubber assed ducks.
   Then you heard the music. The music of that unknown instrument. You look from afar, and see its a large thing, black, and it had white and black keys that created the lovely piece. You never - ever - say these fancy talk words, but hearing this instrument wanted you to. The music stops, and you hear claps gathered from the room that are now pounding in your ears.
   Everyone leaves, except you. You stand by, and walk near the beautiful instrument. You sit down on the black bench, and hover your hands over the keys, and played - or at least tried to - your favorites. You cant really put down a beat, but you try anyway.  Your fingers leap to each key - mostly cause your hands are pretty tiny - and make elegant sounds. Sounds that you could listen to forever. You decide you like this. A lot, actually. Also, you want this in your home. You want it there every day. You want your bro to listen to this instrument. You want him to enjoy it. You rush home, eager to tell him everything. But, what if... what if he objects? What if he says no? What will you do then, young soldier?
   Ever since you were little, bro has called you this on many occasions. You were grown with no parents, just bro. People ask you if he's your dad, and this gives you guilt. But, why? Why should you feel guilt over something you didn't do? Its not your fault your parents abandoned you and your brother when you, the last child, was born. In fact, they are idiots to do that. You are worthy to be taken care of! You are worthy to have as a son. Same goes for your bro!
   You guess this was a long talk to yourself, cause now you are home. The apartments that are dark, are yours. They are your home.
   "Bro??" You call out a few times, and finally he responds.
   "Dave, where the hell have you been? Its fucking one in the morning!" He scolds you, but he does end up holding you in his arms after that.
   "I was...I was at the place where I do my sick fires. I was cancelled tonight for this boy---"
   "You were what?" He raises his voice..
   "Cancelled. By this---"
   "No fucking way. I don't care by who, I want to know by what." He furrows his eyebrows.
   "Would you let me speak??" You ask him. It is quiet for ten seconds, so that means yes he will be quiet for the amount of time.
   "It was beautiful. The music, I mean.. I believe its called a piano! I tried it out after the show and it was actually really fun! Please, bro. We need this instrument in the house." You tell him. You give a light smile, and he questions it.
   "It was...fun?" He asks. You reply with a nod. He sighs, and puts you down. Off his lap you go. He tells you lastly that he doesn't have money to buy that shit, but he knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, that can get a piano for cheap. Its like stealing, but really its not.
   You look up, with the happiest smile you will only show on certain occasions. You really like this. You really, really, really like this. You need to contact... you suddenly remember. You have no family, no friends out there you can contact. You go in your bedroom, and curl up in a little ball, and sulk a bit. You will have some when your older, right? At least this is what you hope.
   You look around, and see your computer. You go online, and see a name that has a nice ring to it. 'Rose Lalonde'. You wonder who this girl is, but you feel like..you feel like... fuck, what is this feeling? You know you have heard this name before. You look for other names by hers. 'John Egbert'. You chuckle a little bit. Cause it's more like 'John Egderp'. You see something by their names, a little thing called 'PESTERCHUM' is by them. You see it's a link, and you click it, taking you to a installation thing. You press it, and it takes you to the download.
   Download, you piece of shit. Its finally installed. You open it, and it asks you for a username. You think turntechGodhead would suit you nicely. You add the people, and you double click their names since they are online...

   - - turntechGodhead [TG]  began pestering ghostyTrickster [GT] at 01:13 - -
   TG: yo
   GT: um, do i know you?
   TG: probably not but who really cares
   GT: i do!
   GT: my dad told me not to talk to strangers, and i would like to fallow that!

   This guy is pretty adorable. You were right to call him a derp. Cause this definitely derpy.

   TG: why fallow that one rule
   TG: instead of just
   TG: going with it
   TG: i mean it gives you someone to talk to right?????
   GT: ...
   GT: i gueeeeeeess your riiiiiiiight
   TG: im always right

   You are always right, but how would he know that when he just met you. Also, what is up with the eight vowels in between words...?

   GT: well since you insist on being friends, what's your name?
   TG: dave
   TG: dave strider
   TG: the one and only out there
   GT: ...
   TG: what??
   A few minutes go by, and you wonder what the hell is going on.
   TG: bro you okay???
   GT: so your the kid rapper everyone is talking about? the one that only lives with a brother? the one that steals and some crap like that? my dad warned me about you, mister!
   TG: one yeah im a rapper
   TG: two yeah i live with my brother but thats only cause our parents fucking abandoned us and we refused to be a help case and shit like that
   TG: three i dont steal shit my brother doesnt either but i will say he has friends that do that kind of shit and i doubt i will hang out with them
   GT: oh...im...im sorry! im sorry, i didn't know! please, forgive me...

   Damn, this kid is pretty cute. But, anyway, back to business.

   TG: how did you know so much about me bro??
   GT: umm, helloooooooo? everyone talks about you, i mean, how talented you are and stuff!
   TG: arnt you popular too???
   GT: no, but, i have been doing piano lessons for a while now. since i was six, i think. i'm not all that good, but at least i try! i've been staying in beumont texas though and dad insisted that i did a gig tonight. so, i did and a lot of people enjoyed it! they clapped and everything!
   TG: no way
   GT: what?
   TG: i was supposed to perform tonight but i didnt
   TG: after you played i kinda snuck my way to that instrument and played some tunes on that beast
   GT: no. way. duuuuuuuudeeeeeeee we need to meet up! we have to!
   TG: sorry bro dave wont let me out of the apartments right now
   GT: not right now you dummy!!
   GT: okay that looks really weird when i do it more than once. never doing that again, haha!
   TG: tomorrow night im doing some raps at the club down in houston
   TG: thats where i live actually
   GT: wow...
   GT: i got to go now! see you later hopefully!
   GT: wait! add my friend, rose, and jade. jade harley, and rose lalonde! be sure to talk to them! they are pretty nice people! jade's is garden gnostic, rose's is tentacle the rapist!
   GT: wait.. crap! i mean tentacle therapist! i gotta go now, bye!
   TG: see ya bro

   - - ghostyTrickster [GT] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 01:52 - -

   Your name is John Egbert, and you think this could work out.

   Your name is Dave Strider, and you don't really know what to say.

Description
   Your name is John Egbert, and you have been playing the piano for as long as you can remember. It is a beautiful instrument, yes, and it even lets you feel calm, and forget everything that is around you. But, you don't want to forget him. Oh, no. Never will you forget him. After all, he is the reason why you are still living; moving on to the next generations. You don't want to forget him after what he has given you. He gave you the feeling that makes your heart flutter. You never thought you would say it, but, man its awfully hard not to, but... You are definitely a homosexual. You will never say it aloud, but you can say it in your thoughts.
   Ever since your father died, you have felt despair, and loneliness. Then all of the sudden, he apeared into your life. He got you back on your feet, and even cared for you-- in his best efforts, of course. He visits every year with the money he gets with his job as a DJ at clubs. He was raised to do that, so its nothing that would impress you.
   Today is the day that you actually get to visit him; you get to go all the way down to Texas this very day. After four years of the harsh game, you get to go visit him and his bro. They still live in the same apartments, only a different housing this time around. They saved all of their money and decided it was time to move to some place bigger. Though, it is still on the top floor.

   Your name is Dave Strider, and you ironically can't wait for him to get his ass down here. Literally. He's your best bro, but sometimes you wish it was more than that. You mean, sure its great having him as a best bro. You really do mean it. But, your mind wanders at time to time, where you think of him, a lot. Only more nude. With more rump. That - ironically - reminds you, "Dat ass". You just find this hilarious. Don't question it, cause it is.
   Your bro is pretty cool about John coming over. He normally wouldn't give a flying fuck anyway. Its hot over here, but you can find a way to make it worth it.

   Your name is John Egbert, and your things are packed. You are so excited to go see Dave and his bro. Come to think of it, you have never met the cool man. Wait that sounds stupid. You have never met the cool bro. Fuck. How do sentences work again? Screw this.
   JOHN ==> GO TO THE CAR AND DRIVE TO THE AIRPORT.
   Oh, hell no. You're not working with these things again. You are a grown teenage boy, a seventeen year old in fact! You can make your own decisions.
   JOHN ==> MAKE OWN DECISIONS.
   What the fuck? You were going to do this anyway. Now stop with these shenanigans! You take your bags, and proceed to the car.
   JOHN ==> DRIVE THE VEHICLE.
   Fuck you, commands! You have already decided you were doing things your way. You open the door, and step inside, and put the blue prius in reverse, and drive out of the drive-way. You are now on your way to the airport. You quickly message Dave while in the car.
   'hey! guess whose on their way to the airport? hehehe' Is what you end up sending.

   You are now the other kid. You just recieved a message from John.
   'hey! guess whose on their way to the airport?'
   Same quirk, same John. You should seriously get yourself ready. His flight could be pretty fast. You decide to take an ironically long shower. Like an hour long shower. Then you could ironically do your hair. Then get dressed, slowly. Right now, you are ironically making a list of things. You should probably clean up the music room first. The piano hasn't been touched in weeks. You've had the piano for a while actually. You used to play it when you were a kid. A cool kid, but still a kid. You were pretty good. You wonder if you still have the talent in you. You take the piano's lid thing, and you slide it, showing the keys.
   You start with the scales, and then you play one of the songs that every kid knew, and then came the actual music. You close your eyes, and continue playing, actually having the memories cross by you once more. Your hands trace, and trace the keys, while your fingers do the pressing, and your feet keep the song in touch
   It's making the sounds make your mind bleed; you were suddenly reminded. Reminded of that day, when you started getting in touch with the piano, no scratching records, no playing sick beats, just doing what you felt was right. You didn't care if anyone walked in right now, you didn't have a single care in the world except for those lost and now founded memories.

   You were walking home one day, and came across a man in a suit who had a pipe, and a weird ass hat. He had a child with him, and the child also was wearing a tuxedo, only without the pipe, and that..hat thing. They went in the back door of the building, and just walked in like nothing. You were also performing there that night. You decided to fallow them, just because it would make a scene. An ironic scene at that. You were age 8, and the other kid was probably age 7. He looked all beautified, while you had cuts and scratches everywhere. You took showers, and this kid probably took baths with rubber assed ducks.
   Then you heard the music. The music of that unknown instrument. You look from afar, and see its a large thing, black, and it had white and black keys that created the lovely piece. You never - ever - say these fancy talk words, but hearing this instrument wanted you to. The music stops, and you hear claps gathered from the room that are now pounding in your ears.
   Everyone leaves, except you. You stand by, and walk near the beautiful instrument. You sit down on the black bench, and hover your hands over the keys, and played - or at least tried to - your favorites. You cant really put down a beat, but you try anyway.  Your fingers leap to each key - mostly cause your hands are pretty tiny - and make elegant sounds. Sounds that you could listen to forever. You decide you like this. A lot, actually. Also, you want this in your home. You want it there every day. You want your bro to listen to this instrument. You want him to enjoy it. You rush home, eager to tell him everything. But, what if... what if he objects? What if he says no? What will you do then, young soldier?
   Ever since you were little, bro has called you this on many occasions. You were grown with no parents, just bro. People ask you if he's your dad, and this gives you guilt. But, why? Why should you feel guilt over something you didn't do? Its not your fault your parents abandoned you and your brother when you, the last child, was born. In fact, they are idiots to do that. You are worthy to be taken care of! You are worthy to have as a son. Same goes for your bro!
   You guess this was a long talk to yourself, cause now you are home. The apartments that are dark, are yours. They are your home.
   "Bro??" You call out a few times, and finally he responds.
   "Dave, where the hell have you been? Its fucking one in the morning!" He scolds you, but he does end up holding you in his arms after that.
   "I was...I was at the place where I do my sick fires. I was cancelled tonight for this boy---"
   "You were what?" He raises his voice..
   "Cancelled. By this---"
   "No fucking way. I don't care by who, I want to know by what." He furrows his eyebrows.
   "Would you let me speak??" You ask him. It is quiet for ten seconds, so that means yes he will be quiet for the amount of time.
   "It was beautiful. The music, I mean.. I believe its called a piano! I tried it out after the show and it was actually really fun! Please, bro. We need this instrument in the house." You tell him. You give a light smile, and he questions it.
   "It was...fun?" He asks. You reply with a nod. He sighs, and puts you down. Off his lap you go. He tells you lastly that he doesn't have money to buy that shit, but he knows a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy, that can get a piano for cheap. Its like stealing, but really its not.
   You look up, with the happiest smile you will only show on certain occasions. You really like this. You really, really, really like this. You need to contact... you suddenly remember. You have no family, no friends out there you can contact. You go in your bedroom, and curl up in a little ball, and sulk a bit. You will have some when your older, right? At least this is what you hope.
   You look around, and see your computer. You go online, and see a name that has a nice ring to it. 'Rose Lalonde'. You wonder who this girl is, but you feel like..you feel like... fuck, what is this feeling? You know you have heard this name before. You look for other names by hers. 'John Egbert'. You chuckle a little bit. Cause it's more like 'John Egderp'. You see something by their names, a little thing called 'PESTERCHUM' is by them. You see it's a link, and you click it, taking you to a installation thing. You press it, and it takes you to the download.
   Download, you piece of shit. Its finally installed. You open it, and it asks you for a username. You think turntechGodhead would suit you nicely. You add the people, and you double click their names since they are online...

   - - turntechGodhead [TG]  began pestering ghostyTrickster [GT] at 01:13 - -
   TG: yo
   GT: um, do i know you?
   TG: probably not but who really cares
   GT: i do!
   GT: my dad told me not to talk to strangers, and i would like to fallow that!

   This guy is pretty adorable. You were right to call him a derp. Cause this definitely derpy.

   TG: why fallow that one rule
   TG: instead of just
   TG: going with it
   TG: i mean it gives you someone to talk to right?????
   GT: ...
   GT: i gueeeeeeess your riiiiiiiight
   TG: im always right

   You are always right, but how would he know that when he just met you. Also, what is up with the eight vowels in between words...?

   GT: well since you insist on being friends, what's your name?
   TG: dave
   TG: dave strider
   TG: the one and only out there
   GT: ...
   TG: what??
   A few minutes go by, and you wonder what the hell is going on.
   TG: bro you okay???
   GT: so your the kid rapper everyone is talking about? the one that only lives with a brother? the one that steals and some crap like that? my dad warned me about you, mister!
   TG: one yeah im a rapper
   TG: two yeah i live with my brother but thats only cause our parents fucking abandoned us and we refused to be a help case and shit like that
   TG: three i dont steal shit my brother doesnt either but i will say he has friends that do that kind of shit and i doubt i will hang out with them
   GT: oh...im...im sorry! im sorry, i didn't know! please, forgive me...

   Damn, this kid is pretty cute. But, anyway, back to business.

   TG: how did you know so much about me bro??
   GT: umm, helloooooooo? everyone talks about you, i mean, how talented you are and stuff!
   TG: arnt you popular too???
   GT: no, but, i have been doing piano lessons for a while now. since i was six, i think. i'm not all that good, but at least i try! i've been staying in beumont texas though and dad insisted that i did a gig tonight. so, i did and a lot of people enjoyed it! they clapped and everything!
   TG: no way
   GT: what?
   TG: i was supposed to perform tonight but i didnt
   TG: after you played i kinda snuck my way to that instrument and played some tunes on that beast
   GT: no. way. duuuuuuuudeeeeeeee we need to meet up! we have to!
   TG: sorry bro dave wont let me out of the apartments right now
   GT: not right now you dummy!!
   GT: okay that looks really weird when i do it more than once. never doing that again, haha!
   TG: tomorrow night im doing some raps at the club down in houston
   TG: thats where i live actually
   GT: wow...
   GT: i got to go now! see you later hopefully!
   GT: wait! add my friend, rose, and jade. jade harley, and rose lalonde! be sure to talk to them! they are pretty nice people! jade's is garden gnostic, rose's is tentacle the rapist!
   GT: wait.. crap! i mean tentacle therapist! i gotta go now, bye!
   TG: see ya bro

   - - ghostyTrickster [GT] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 01:52 - -

   Your name is John Egbert, and you think this could work out.

   Your name is Dave Strider, and you don't really know what to say.