Islandstuck

Chapter One

"In the beginning, there was ocean.
Nothing except Ocean.
The ocean went on for eternity, until-
Rose, the Mother Island, emerged.
Her heart has the ability to create life itself, and Rose Lalonda blessed the world by sharing its power.
However, some people went out in search of Rose's heart.
They knew the power of creation was quite vast.

"One day, the most daring of them all, made his way across the ocean to obtain the heart.
He was the demigod of Time and sick beats.
A warrior, a douchbag, a shapeshifter that could change his very shape with the power of his magical fishing hook.
His name was Dave.
Dave Strider.

"Without her heart, Rose Lalonde began to crumble, and thus creating a most horrid darkness in the world.
Dave fought to escape, but he was confronted by another.
The demon of horrorterrors and Grimdark, The Existence Eater, struck Dave out of the sky.
The hook, the heart, and Dave were never seen, nor heard from, again.

"Now, nearly 1,000 years later, The Existence Eater still searches for the heart- as well as other demons search too.
They hunt in the darkness that will continue to spread- consuming all the fish, and islands- until we are all taken by the Void.
But, one day, someone will find the heart before finding Dave to restore Rose's heart to save us all!"

Green eyes danced with the movements of an aged woman's story, and she grinned at all the screaming little children before a cranky voice shouted above all the tiny shrieks. The woman brushed stray black wisps of hair from her plump face distractedly while a man with wild black hair tried to calm the children with his shouts.

"NOW DON'T YOU ALL GO LISTENING TO THIS FROTHING LOONEYBLOCK OF FUCKING NONSENSE. THERE IS NO REASON ANY OF YOU FUCKING SHITHEADS SHOULD GO BEYOND THIS PERFECT SHITSPONGE TO HER ROYAL MOTHER GRUB'S HEINOUS UNDULATING ASSHOLE."

"Karkat, watch your fucking language-"

However, the old lady's exasperated (and hypocritical) warning went unheard as concerned parents ran over to collect their young human wrigglers.
Once the other young ones had cleared out, the rather loud leader was left alone with the rosy-cheeked old lady.

"JANE, WHERE THE FLYING FUCK IS JOHN?"

With that, the two elders raced off in search of the missing toddler, but the child had already waddled off to the beach.
John was strikingly similar to the lady Jane in appearance, but with hair nearly as wild as the shouty leader Karkat's. His eyes were as blue as the sea he looked over, and he wore glasses (despite the fact there weren't glasses on the island- but there weren't Caucasian people either. Please bare with me, I love how inclusive Moana was supposed to be too.)

The child noticed that, as he got closer to the sea, the breeze coming off the water seemed to reverse as though he was emanating a new gust of wind.
The wind blew a semicircle in the water, one that revealed a glowing green stone under where the waves had recently been resting.

With a loud giggle, the boy tried to grab at the stone, but he was picked up by Karkat. He sobbed, watching the ocean consume the breathtaking stone once more, and was subject to another loud lecture by his father figure.
Suddenly, much to the disgust of Karkat, the people began to play a song that the man couldn't stop himself from singing to.

"FUCKASS
MAKE WAAAAAY!
MAKE WAAAAAY!

HEY, FUCKASS, IT'S TIME YOU KNEW
THE SHIT PLACE OF-
WHATEVER THIS PLACE FUCKING CALLED- IS ALL YOU NEEEEED!"

John only continued to sob due to the absolutely horrible scratching screeches of Karkat's singing voice.

"THOSE ASSHOLES ARE PRACTICING
THEY DANCE TO AN ANCIENT SONG-"