Explaining Homestuck Novels & Stories

I asked, somewhat surprised. "Yeah yeah. Now tell me about you both." He said. I told him what happened when Emily showed up at my house, the weird dream I had, and what happened at the library. And he listened attentively, sipping his juice at regular intervals. "Oh... That's why Adam's always with Emily, following her around like a chick and the mother hen." He chuckled. "And about the dream, I don't really believe in dreams so I'm just gonna tell you it's just a dream. It can't happen in real life."

Henry and Karen went upstairs—no one spared me a second glance. My body ached as if it were falling apart. I clung to the wall and crawled back to my room. In the mirror, a twenty-year-old face was paired with a fifty-year-old body—absurd, terrifying. I stretched out my dried, brittle hand and, with yellowed nails, carved deep into my arm. The sharp sting came immediately, and red marks bloomed. I repeated it over and over until my arms were streaked in red and my strength was spent. Then I slept.

He said under his breath, he needed to take care of the Sammy whatever her name was business if not he'd go crazy it's gotten to the point where he peeps out of his car before going into his own home, he felt like a creep. "Who?" Kim asked with narrowed eyes. "A stalker" "You've got a stalker?" She said in disbelief. "The great and mighty Nick Stone was playing Tom and Jerry with a stalker? Wow you have a fun life" She finished, chuckling. He glared but couldn't help but admire her smile, sweet Jesus he was becoming a besotted fool. "It's complicated". "How complicated?". Hesitating a little he said. "She used to be my uhmm_".