[S] Dave: Strife Party

[Dave Strider]

Dave gave a calm stare towards the large molded mountain, smoke bursting from its sides, along with the steady flow of lava. It reminded him so much of his land, as well as the friends that were still not here, It was like the meteor all over again. However, he could also feel a rising tension around him, the same he felt when he had to leave the mayor's side. Once he felt that rise in tension he knew he was no longer in the Alpha timeline. Something had changed. Maybe things weren't all the same here, but he knew that where he was now, that he was in more danger than ever. But then again, maybe he was just overthinking this and it was only--

A soft, plush object fell by Dave's feet. He didn't even need to look down as he reached out to the side and swung over it with his sword in a sweeping motion and jumping back, feeling the sword split the obnoxious puppet's ass clean in half. He was definitely in a doomed timeline. His bro was no doubt here, and that only meant that he was about to receive the ass kicking of his life. But LOHAC would freeze over before he would go down without a fight. 

The Knight of Time gritted his teeth, clutching Caledscratch in both hands as he glanced left and right behind his shades, waiting for the movement that brought back horrid childhood memories. Countless strifes. Countless beatings from shitty katanas. In the distance, he could hear others, but they weren't a part of his focus, however, it would be better if he could hide among others. Quickly, he dashed across the molten surface of the Ashen Steppes, stopping right before the group. 

"Anyone seen a douche in anime glasses holding a creepy ass puppet?"

Dave didn't really need an answer. He could already feel that his bro was close. Hopefully that slight diss would bring him out of hiding.