Alright, I wrote this a LONG time ago, so its not as good as something I would now write. Might fix later. Only posted because my friend was sad I didn't have any Homestuck stories posted.

For once in his life, John Egbert, was speechless.

There was nothing he could have said, that would describe what was going on in his frail mind.

When his home was almost destroyed, then transported to a strange dimension, he didn't waver.

When he watched as his Father died before him, he shook, but didn't fall.

As, one by one, his friends fell to death, leaving him alone and breathless, he stumbled.

On shaking legs, only one thing kept him going. One thought in the darkness.

That everything was going to be okay.

But as he stared down at his world, nothing had prepared him for this.

His friends were alive, chatting happily over Pesterchum. His Father, in the kitchen, doting over Betty Crocker cakes. But as he looked deeper, scanned harder, he realized something that finally, shattered his frail mind. It was his world.

But he wasn't in it.

He couldn't breathe.

His hood, pulled over his head, shook with his shoulders. His eyes were wide, desperatly trying to find something that was different. Something, anything to prove him wrong.

But as tears slid down his cheeks, he couldn't find it.

He stumbled, and finally fell.

But someone caught him.

Not making a sound, the broken boy stared up at his holder. The only thing anchoring his sanity, and he let a word slip through his cracked lips.

"Karkat."

Karkat stared down at him, pupils tiny, tear tracks on his own face, and nodded.

He stood the boy up, and held out his hand. And John realized, that even though his home wasn't welcome to him anymore, he wasn't alone.

The same thing had happened to him.

John straightened himself, and allowed a blank look across his face, mirroring Karkat's. With a nod of his own, he took Karkat's hand.

And at that moment, the two realized, not everything wasn't going to be okay.

But maybe, something, was.