I know, I know. I haven't updated in a while. I'm so sorry! I've been so busy, but now I'm on break from my courses so I should be able to post a couple things here and there. In the midst of a conversation with a friend, I ended up writing a quick fanfic. Yes, a fanfic. I'm still not sure if it's a joke or the product of my insane love for Andrew Hussie's "Homestuck". Anyway, here it is. I wrote this in ten minutes, so try not to die if there is one word that is grammatically incorrect. Very little editing was done.
SS climbed up to the top of the large ambiguous green apartment. The mood was soft--the mist of uncertainty was in the air, as cold as the touch of the pistol that cue ball fellow had entrusted him with.
He knew what he had to do. It was hard, for SS knew the consequences. There are two things you never do under any circumstance: eat the mind honey, or kill Snowman. Both have dire consequences, but the latter had far worse ones.
