Hello, this is my first fanfic on this site, I've been here for a while, I just haven't created any stories...I have no idea where (no idea how to spell that because I'm an idiot) this is going, aw well, lets see where this bullshit takes us

Please no flames, I know I'm an idiot, don't remind me of it

WARNING: Parings, personified fandoms, use of curse words, multiple character deaths, gay relationships, hate relationships, people being idiots, me being an idiot/bitch (BLUH BLUH), ultimately destroying the fourth wall, suckish fanfic writing, and constant rambling

Disclaimer: If I owned anything, why would I be writing a fanfic?

_oh hey a line_

A lone figure, with not a hair in site, dark gray skin, a blue tuxedo, white bow tie, and dark grey shoes, stands in front of a display screen that is cut into four sections, as he examines the screen, he finds the words to say. Finally he presents himself in a fashion that shows he means business.

"How do I compare the situation, to something that you should be able to comprehend?" The man finally says

"Oh how impolite, I should introduce myself, my name is Doc Anon, I shall be your host for this-"

Suddenly another interrupts him.

"Ahem,"

A girl appears behind him, her hair a deep dark blue, down in beautiful curls, pale skin caused by hours of indoor activities, completely white eyes, a blue scarf placed around her neck, baggy jeans that fit her perfectly, blue converses, and a dark blue t-shirt with a big white lower case t in the middle, arching her eyebrow at him.

"It seems, I shall not be able to host this session, goodbye dear readers," Doc Anon explains as he begins to abscond from the girl. The girl, after many moments of silence, speaks up. "Sorry you had to see that, Keep Calm and Continue Reading, folks,"

_Ok stop shitting around_

A young fandom stands alone in his room, it just so happens today, he will play a game called SFAN

What is the name of this young man?

== Enter name

IGNORANT PRICK X

TRY AGAIN SMARTASS

Oh come on, give him a real name

== Try again

HOMESTUCK ✓

Your name is HOMESTUCK, as mentioned before, you are about to play a game with 9 of your friends. You enjoy DRAWING and creating FLASHES. You enjoy reading a WEB COMIC your DAD created, in general you love COMICS. You hate ANGELS, specifically someone you know. You love spending your days on your HUSK TOP, that was made for especially for you. You enjoy causing SILLY SHENANIGANS where ever you go, but are not very good at it. You enjoy attempting to ART with your tablet, which is so a verb. You also enjoy dressing up as a TROLL, which you do so often, that getting gray paint on your skin is easy, fortunatley you do not have to do any effefort to put on a wig/die your hair, for it is naturally messy and black, you also have the pleasure of not having to put on fake horns on your head for you have real horns instead. However you hasel to put on color contacts everyday.

:33 Y0U TYP-3 11N 4 W4Y T)-(4T S-3-3MS 4NN0YS T)-(-3 L11VV11NG )-(-3LL 0UT 0F -3VV-3RY0N-3 (D-). Sadly, Pesterchum does not exsist, so you use your name as a user for your chat client, or the Fandom Linker, it is called the Linker for short.

What will you do?

_LINE_

Ok, short first chapter, I got lazy at some point, sorry, I'll come up with a new chapter soon

Also I changed homestuck's typing quirk so it seemed more..."annoying"