AN: This is actually based on a prompt from a tumblr so yeah here have it in fact post/62961383928 welp im not one to keep you from the story have at it

Dave Strider knew this was the end. Slashing through a group of glowing green imps, his vision cleared as they exploded into grist. He spotted John's windsock poking out of a pile of imps; the imps then exploded, a gust of wind coming from John. Now of course, this wasn't why Dave knew this was the end; no this was normal ever since jade had prototyped that goddamn dog. No, he knew that he wouldn't survive today because of the man descending from the sky. The inky black man with a dog's head and large wings, to be exact. Jack Noire was here and if Noire was here it was over.

But he had to protect John. He had to keep him safe.

"Egbert!" he yelled, rushing to his friend. He was almost to John when his path was blocked by an imp who was promptly blown away. Dave glanced upwards to notice Jack was preparing an attack - he was probably just going to blast them.

"Fuck," Dave swore, summoning his timetables.

He had to keep John safe.

"This is the end, isn't it?" John said, his voice betraying his sadness.

"Not for you," Dave replied, typing hurriedly on the keyboards on the top of his timetables. He didn't care when they took him as long as John was safe.

"D-Dave, what do you mean?" john said confused.

"I mean I'm saving your ass!" he said, flipping them into attack mode, switching from their normal form to a lighter, thinner one with razor sharp edges. "Sorry Egbert, but this is going to hurt," he said, quickly moving a hand towards John above the table. The table then flew at John, slicing into his shoulder, making the boy/man cry out in pain.

"Dave what the hell!" he yelled as he dodged the second one, only to have it spin around on itself and wedge into his other shoulder.

"He's safe," Dave sighed, his relief obvious as he watched his friend disappear from in front of him.

Within moments of those last utterings he was engulfed in a green blast, the light diminishing to show nothing left but a shadow left, imprinted on the ground, of a boy.

AN: Alrighty look at the thing i would like to thank my beta who is this coolio chick