In one universe, to our own parallel
There are four friends you may find you know oddly well.
The first is a boy, stark white hair on his head
His name is Bec Harley, and his grandpa is dead
This has left Bec with no one on whom to depend
Except his pup Jade, who's a good dog, best friend
He lives on an island away from the land
The sole thing he eats is old food that comes canned
He does have some friends, but gets very annoyed
By one of his "chums" who he'd like to avoid
He lives the life every kid dreams that they had
Never having to listen to mom or to dad
But Bec still suffers, for with Jade and him only
There's no one around, and deep down Bec's quite lonely.
This one is named Jaspers; oh goodness, that suit
He tries to be classy, but just comes off as cute
The little white cat on his bed is named Rose
She's quite well behaved for a cat, and it shows
This boy seems polite, but he's also quite rude
Out of all four kids he has the worst attitude
His so-called maturity is honestly just
Him being an ass since he feels that he must
Be better than those whom he deigns to talk too
So he talks down his friends, and the things that they do
The kind words he gives to a bullied young girl
The ones that she blushes at; make her toes curl
Are really just sent since it makes him look good
He'll appear as he thinks a "mature" person should
He's still a nice kid; has a certain appeal
But he'll have to grow up soon, and this time for real.
Now here's a young lady who's of Egbert kin
And as for her name, it's predictably "Quinn"
She's quite fond of Jaspers (oh yes, in THAT way)
And fond of fanfiction, drawing, and roleplay
Though it's no big surprise, it still needs to be said
That she keeps a small doll she's named John on her bed
Quinn is a sweet girl, but far too naive
She's too young at heart, too easy to deceive
In the trials to come, she will see each one through
But when everything fails, what will little Quinn do?
The last of the four we shall finally see
A painted face grinning with unrestrained glee
Their name is Cal Strider, and as for their sex
Let's leave it alone and just say "it's complex"
In his room lie some puppets, two named Bro and Dave
While Cal hates the latter, Big Bro is his fave
To make life seem best Cal looks on the bright side
But to impress his friends he's repeatedly lied
He said he was rich, though he's really quite poor
But Jaspers exposed him, and now Cal once more
Curls up in his shame corner, ready to bawl
Feels alone, isolated, and abandoned by all.
These friends have some issues, that's easy to see
But in a few years who knows what they could be
If they worked out their problems this tale could end happy
Its ending could be just the right kind of sappy
So the fact that is doesn't is almost a shame
For these friends, very soon, will be playing THAT game
And their fates will be sealed from the moment they start
Their ultimate end will drive spikes through your heart.
But some sessions just fail, and this is one such case
Though it is sad to see, theirs is doomed to take place
With no time or space player, it's a fact, not assumed
That although they don't know it, they're already doomed.