Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck or Jenga


Karkat Vantas did not expect his life to get any stranger than it already was. He did not expect a clown to move in across the hall from him. He did not expect a clown to become interested in him.

What he did expect though was the array of colors that blinded him as the aforementioned clown ushered him into his apartment. He did expect the various pictures of clowns littering the walls, just not to that ... degree.
The clowns on his walls looked... deranged. Even more so than normal in Karkat's opinion. Though, in Karkat's opinion, the clown now living across from him was the most deranged of them all.

And by all, he does mean all.

Not that the posters weren't enough, but littered about the floor were already splotches of paints that were either dry or wet or somewhere in between. There were horns everywhere. Bottles of soda had already claimed the shelves, the parts of the floor the horns hadn't reached, and there was even one on one of the fan's blades.
Karkat couldn't even bring himself to describe the horrible rap music blasting from somewhere deep within the apartment. In that moment, he swore to find out which room it was coming from...and end it.

He got enough rapping from Dave and his roommate.
If this clown guy wanted to join their rapping, he would have to do it over Karkat's cold, dead, body. He sure as hell was not going to allow them all to meet up and become the worst rapping trio in all of time and space.

But back to what's currently going on, Karkat has found himself in the apartment of a strange clown guy. Why he followed him in, no one knows. Why he didn't just lock himself in his bathroom after looking out the peephole, Karkat wished he knew.

But he didn't.

So, in this moment, he's finding out more about this clown guy who lives across the hall. This guy who Karkat is sure does drugs, who he's sure has never had any proper care, who has never had anyone there for him.
From all this that Karkat has simply assumed, he has come to one conclusion; his life sucks.

Though, Karkat does have one thing to admit.

He envies him.
Karkat is jealous of someone he just met. Someone whose name he doesn't even know. Why?

He wants that freedom.


The day the clown moved across the hall was the day Karkat fought with his roommate. The two had been arguing about nothing in particular, it's just that it was something that absolutely needed to happen. If the two didn't fight, they would freak and think one of them has gone insane or lost the drive to retaliate.

That couldn't happen.

So they maintained their relationship by getting all their feelings out through verbal disagreements, never physical. Except for one time, but they both blame their actions on the heat of the moment and that too much was at stake They did however come to peaceful terms on the topic.

Jenga is war.

Other than that, the two get along on a mutually platonic relationship. So really, with the usual fighting, the day the clown moved in was actually a normal day. Not a single thing out of the ordinary. That excludes the moving in of the aforementioned clown.

Cause that was fucking weird.

The only people who had ever lived in that building, Karkat had categorized as normal. Though, albeit his cold exterior, a little part of him welcomed this new guy with open arms.

Because he wasn't normal.