hs_olympics | BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Genre-Mixing

Hey, shippers! Welcome to your very first bonus round proper--we hope you have lots of fun with it! This time around we're going to be asking you to mix it up a little--each fanwork posted for this round will be a mish-mash of two different genres, blended together in a delightful incestuous slurry to create an UNSTOPPABLE CREATIVE CONCOCTION--er. Or. Something.

Yeah, we're genre-mixing. That's what we're doing this round.

Rules

Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of two different genres and one ship. This cannot be your team's ship! These are worth 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.

Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

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Scoring
For prompt posts: 5 points each (maximum of 100 per team)

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Auto Responder <3 Davesprite.

college AU + fantasy

Dave Strider's cloneproduction disorder was one of a kind. There had been no other recordings of such thing happening, especially not for a mere human, which justified the fact that everyone who read their schoolfeed books knew about it.
How the clones usually offed themselves in one way or another was also widely known fact, something that puzzled people to no end. Some thought that they had had existential crisis, not that anyone had ever bothered to ask them. Why would you kill yourself if you were born in such a unique way?
And of course alpha Dave (as the original was called) would have to explain everytime he met new people what the deal with his really special clone was.
The one who didn't have anything common with him physically but face.
The one that was called Davesprite.

Now, were this planet any other, Davesprite would've been locked in cage and prodded with a stick. All kinds of tests would have been made and he would've gotten labeled as crudely as a monster. Why he got stared at wasn't because of him being various shades of orange, not having legs and sporting feathery wings on his back. Being part crow then? No, while he suspected it was part of why, it would be just hypocrite of them, as there were all kinds of furries, humanoids and robots roaming on the planet.

To them he was the fake Dave, clone of actual one and despite open mindness of the enviorment thanks to loads of different races around, artifical creatures were considered pretty much as second-class citizens. It was really unfair, something that made Davesprite grit his teeth, else the angry caws would come out uncontrollably. He had the same memories with alpha Dave prior to age of fifteen for god's sake. To the day Davesprite was born and then taken away to do some medical experiements on him. He was the real Dave. All of them were. So why wasn't anyone except the original able to see it?

And so there he was, techically 5 year old college student sliding/flying/levitating, most certainly not walking to the class he had in 40 minutes. His college was pretty sweet one, even if he was positive his career path wouldn't land him on any stable jobs. But hey, he could always make a nest on top of some building and hunt for leftovers for the rest of his life if it came to it. You had to think positively else you go insane. Clone or not, Davesprite felt that he had just as much right to have life as everyone else did. And besides, things had gotten a bit better for him since high school.
He didn't suffer from depression anymore, stuff like calling him fake didn't bother him, at least not much.
Now that he didn't speak to his (Dave's) best friends John, Jade or even Rose on daily basis he was good. Everything was just perfect.
Davesprite was snapped out of his musings when someone suddenly flashstepped in front of him, ~~God fuck no not the puppets again~~ , making his wings rise up reflexily out of startle.

”Sup man.”

Lowering them in slight embarrasment he forced out ”Hey.” in response, mentally adding 'needlessly scaring Daves' and 'fucking flashstepping' into the growing list of What does Dirk Strider have uncannily in common with Bro. They weren't even related, that much was for certain.

”I know we haven't talked much, but my Auto-Responder would like to have a chat with you today. Do you have any computers with you at the moment?” Dirk continued casually, expression carefully blank like Strider's should be.
Davesprite shrugged.

”Nah. Too much hassle.” It's not like I have anyone to pester anyway he added mentally. Then it sunk in and he raised his eyebrow. ”Wait, did you just say Auto-Responder?”

Dirk just nodded. ”I don't really talk about this stuff much, but you know, I lived in the middle of ocean over ten years. If I wanted to have conversations with someone, I needed to make myself that someone. So I programmed AR” he tapped the glasses on his face with a finger, ”Essentially he's me when I was thirteen thanks to some really complicated shit you non-technology majors can't get, but by now he has grown as person over the years the way only constantly running program can.” there was proud tone in his voice when he said that.
”Also, talking to him could have good effect on you, who knows.” he finished.

Ignoring Davesprite's question of what the hell he meant by that, Dirk took his hand and placed his glasses carefully on it. Orange eyes stared on Davesprite's own sunglasses covered ones for a while before new, identical shades appeared on his face with a snap.
So Dirk knew magic? Huh. He had strange career path for one with such ability.
Why wasn't he at wizarding school?

”Now you've become one of the five blessed ones who have seen Dirk Strider's eyes. Cherish this moment, for it shall not happen again.”

”Seriously, someone else than your friends has seen your eyes?”

”Not important. Anyway, you can have this computer for today, but I'll be expecting it back later. You can talk with him if you put glasses on. Later.”

”Yeah, later.”

And then he was off to..talk to that weird sweaty troll from his course?
Shrugging it off, Davesprite looked at the glasses on his hand and then quickly checked if anyone was around. Swiftly he replaced his round ones with triangular shades.
Immediately red text popped up in front of his eyes.

TT: Hello, Davesprite.
TT: What would you use to measure how human someone is?

Wow, this guy didn't beat much around bush.

---

While sitting on the rooftop and sipping on apple juice, Davesprite found himself really enjoying time spent conversing with AR. He hadn't gone to any of his lectures that day, but well, it wasn't like one day was going to count much. Besides, it was unimportant compared to the feeling of someone actually understanding what he felt like. Such thing hadn't happened before.

"How many people know that you exist?" crow human asked, taking another sip. He would need to get down of the roof soon, before dragons flew past and mistook him as food. Another reason the wings were stupid.

TT: Three, excluding Dirk. To others I'm just text that pops up and informs he is not present.

"What do they think of you then?" The response wasn't immediate this time.

TT: I get along best with Roxy. But when it comes to Jane and Jake
TT: They just want to talk to the real Dirk.

Davesprite frowned at the other students down below, waiting for continuation if there was any.

TT: I'm just glasses so obviously I can't feel anything close to actual emotion but.
TT: Wait why the hell am I bringing this up, let's talk about it someday if you're up to do this again, ok?

"Okay man. Just so you know, I'm all ears if you need someone to vent out your frustrations." he said, feelings of sympathy starting to take his mind in its grip.

TT: You want to have conversation with me again?

He almost snorted at that. Was AR surprised? "In case you haven't noticed, my social circle isn't something to brag about. By that I mean it's practically nonexistent and really sad to look at. You start feeling weird troll lovepity just by mentioning it." God, was he losing his edge? That metaphor was weak.

TT: Can't argue with that.
TT: The lovepity I mean.

Huh?
"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

TT: Oh hey look, Dirk has come to get me, add him on pesterchum and we'll talk later.

"No, seriously AR." It was too late, the red text was disappearing from the screen and fast. And surely enough, like AR said Dirk had appeared next to him out of blue.

"Had fun?" He asked, extending his hand with a knowing look on his face. Davesprite handed him the glasses, putting his own back on again.

"It was pretty interesting alright." he said, feeling calmer than he'd been in a while.

*****
eurgh, sorry, not enough fantasy, not enough college. But I tried. ;; Hope it somehow is able to satisfy?

Aw, this was cute! Thank you!

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

FILL: TEAM [DIRK<3EQUIUS]

Re: FILL: TEAM [DIRK<3EQUIUS]