#homestuckalpha

Where pupils, and irises, and bright sapphire blue should’ve been, was only a milky white plain, shimmering slightly like smooth snake’s skin in the Office’s flourescent lights.

“…”

A weak trace of curiousity crossed the other Jonathan’s expression. The messily bundled manuscript and the ink pen fell out of his hands, and promptly disappeared into nothingness.

As they stared at each other, Jonathan couldnt help study the unnerving lack of eyes his counterpart had, while the other seemed almost amused in the glow of his, and the headset resting against his neck.

“I hate to assume,” the stranger said, trailing his gaze over the Narrator, as if he was looking at a complete different person. “But you are my alternate, arent you?”

“…Yes. Jonathan Von Sales, I take it?”

“I would usually say, the one and only, but now I realize that would be foolish.”

The other Jon spoke smoothly with a hint of humor and an accent the Narrator couldnt quite place.

“No…I suppose not. Though, to be fair, there is another one of us running around somewhere here, a german alternate, John Katzenbach, but I dont think-”

“John? John is here?” The stranger’s smile dropped instantly.

“…yes. I….I dont think he ever mentioned you, though. Perhaps you are confusing him with another alternate.”

“Oh…” The alternate’s shoulders slumped, and he tried to mask his disappointment with searching for the manuscript he dropped.

“I could relay a message for-…” Jonathan began, frowing a bit. However the other cut him off.

“How is he? Has he been doing well? Eating okay?” The manuscript suddenly reappeared, and the alternate Jonathan picked it up and brushed it off with a slight frown of his own. “He always gets lost in his work,  his own brain keeps him from sleeping, God knows we all worried for him.”

“…we?”

“….” The stranger sighed wistfully. “Yes. Lalonde, Strider, Spencer…we-… …..”

He turned away. “Nevermind. What happened, happened. I dont- there’s- it’s no use crying over spilt m-milk, is there?”

Jonathan frowned. “As far as I’ve heard, John and Spencer made up…sort of. Are you telling me you were friends with both of them?”

“Were.”

“Oh, I knew-”

“We’re all dead now. Except John. Clever, clever John.” The other Jonathan spoke quietly. “I should’ve listened to him. I didnt think- I didnt think they’d….”

“….”

The alternate smiled sadly. “Send him my greetings, will you. Even…even if it isnt my John. Take care of him. Look after him. A-and Spencer too. The kid thinks he is invinc- th-thinks he can do anything but…he- he has a habit of getting into trouble.”

“I…” Jonathan trailed off. He didnt want to promise this odd, forlorn man that he was going to play babysitter for an counterpart he has never really gotten close to and a kid whose guts he hated more than anyone, but with that hopeful, tearful expression and the bottomless sadness reflecting in the other’s white eyes, how can he say no?

“I…will. I’ll try….I suppose.”

“Thank you,” The stranger said softly. He closed his eyes as a few stray tears escape.

Jonathan frowned and stepped closer, however stopped dead when the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils.

His alternate turned away, raising a hand to wipe the tears away and blood smeared across his decaying cheeks.

Before Jon’s very eyes, he burned, invisible fire eating at his suit and flesh, until he faded away, only a silhouette out of ash and bones.

now i need to make j´s name and the fem!narrator´s name

then typing quirks for everyone

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