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One Final Message

Chapter 1

I wrote another EriFef/SolFef! Woot! I read another story kinda like this, and wanted to try it with Homestuck. (the book is called "You Have Seven Messages" if you wanna check it out!) Please R&R! :D

=====» Enter Name

Your name is Feferi Peixes. You are 28 years old and just exited college. You have a roommate and best friend forever. You enjoy fish puns and using them whenever you can. This typically annoys pretty much everyone except said best friend.

You are very in love with your fiancé. You are getting married in exactly one day, 6 hours and 27 minutes. You are very- no, ex-stream-ly -EXCIT-ED that your father, whom you have not seen in almost 17 years, will be walking you down the aisle on your big day. Your Pesterchum handle has been cuttlefishCuller since you were 13 years old. It is probably the only thing about your life, save for your typing quirk and favorite color, that hasn't changed. Your long pitch-black hair was dyed light brown a few years back.

=====» Feferi: Socialize

You retreat from your bedroom and into the living room where two men are talking on the couch. Your best friend and your fiancée, to be exact.
")(i guys!" you said happily, sitting down right in the middle of the two of them. You kiss your fiancée and he smiles at you.

=====» Enter Name

Your name is Sollux Captor. You are marrying Feferi in about a day. You enjoy the number two, as it is your lucky number. You 2peak wiith a certaiin de2iire to fliip your 2hiit about everythiing. You wear thin-rimmed glasses. A lot of people like you. You enjoy computer coding and work for the government. You spend a large amount of your time bitching about your job because it fucking sucks.

What about him?

Enter Name=====»

Your name is Eridan Ampora. You have a small tuft of violet in your light brown hair. Your green eyes stick out like a sore thumb on your pale face. You speak wwith a vvery wwavvy wway of talkin an couldn't care less.

Eridan: Talk

"so Fef," you say with a grin, "wwhat're you doin about your weddin?"
"w)(at do you mean?" she replies, "I )(ave -EV-RYT)(ING all sent up! Not)(ing could go wrong!" She knocks four times on the mahogany coffee table, to make sure not to jinx herself.
"wwell, i really meant about your father."
"2hut up, eriidan," Sollux says, punching you shoulder across his fiancée's body.
"it's okay!" Feferi says, "I'm just )(appy )(e's coming!" Unknown to your best friend, you exchange a knowing glance with Sollux. He bits his lip. You don't want to tell her and Sollux can't tell her because he's worried about jeopardizing their wedding.
"Let's go out to dinner!" Feferi says with a happy smile. You smile and say,
"sure. I'm okay wwith it." Sollux shrugs and grabs his car keys off the coffee table and stands up, you and Feferi following in suit.

You decide to go out for pizza. Not a very classy dinner for fiancée's and third wheel, but they didn't mind.

Dinner is uneventful like usual. Sollux spent the entire time bitching about his job and Feferi chirped happily about her wedding, restating all the details you already knew. She was most excited about her father walking her down the aisle. It breaks your heart to know she isn't going to have that happen. You don't understand why you're not allowed to tell, but Sollux has made it pretty clear that it will be the last thing you ever do if you do.

After dinner, you decide to let the two go off by themselves. You pull out your cell phone and open the folder you've been keeping all of Feferi's messages in. Well, that's an odd way to put it. You record the same message for Feferi once a week, reiterating it and deleting the others. Tonight, the night before her wedding, was probably the best night to record a final copy while walking and then give it to her.

"Dear Fef," you begin, reciting the words in your typical quirk, "this is somethin ivve been tryin to perfect for a wwhile noww…"

~Space~

It takes about three hours of you walking around to record everything, mainly because you keep fucking up. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of mental preparation, you press the record button on your phone one more time and open your mouth, forming the final words in your message, leaving your quirk behind for these important words.

"I love you, now and always, Eridan Am-" and that's when the car came speeding around the corner and directly toward you.