Karkat leaned against the ugly, rundown brick building, tapping his foot impatiently against the hot pavement. What the fuck could be taking that asshole so long? Sweat dripped down the back of his neck and he groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, unable to bear the muggy heat of the humid summer's day.

A scruffy voice came from beside him, "Sorry bro, didn't mean to keep you up and waiting so long."

"Fucking hell, Gamzee," he sighed angrily, not making eye contact, "We're going to be fucking late. Move your stupid clown ass and let's go already."

With a huff, Karkat shoved his fists into his hoodie pouch and walked beside his annoying asshat of a best friend, eyes set to the ground. Today was an important day. But he couldn't shake the weird feeling he had growing inside his gut. He was nervous, although he would never admit it. About a year has passed since they'd beaten the game. All the trolls got thrown into a newly generated world with the humans. It was rough adjusting to the new surroundings, especially for the higher blooded and Trollian just seemed to disappear along with Alternia and the game. The trolls were lucky to end up right near each other. They all lived within several blocks of each other, besides Gamzee. He lived the farthest away. Gamzee... Karkat was jolted out of his thoughts as a hand grabbed his shoulder. He jumped, craning his head to see who it was.

"Bro," Gamzee mumbled, "Where are we going again?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!" Karkat grit his teeth, seething, "Gamzee..."

Instead of giving a clear answer, the Cancer shook Gamzee's hand off his shoulder and stomped faster down the pavement.

A few feet ahead was a large, white, Victorian-looking building with too many windows. Leading up to its double iron doors was a dirt path lined with trimmed hedges and wooden benches laid out in the sunlight. But the beauty of the place was darkened by the black iron fence lined with barbed wire that surrounded the entire building and it's windows. Not to mention the sign just outside that had large printed letters: "Fallengrove Asylum Center".

Shooting an uneasy glance at Gamzee, he made his way up the dirt path. It felt like a death march, every step weighing heavier than the last. The ugly doors to the asylum waiting to be opened as Karkat slowly led his friend to the precipice. Placing his hand on the door handle, Karkat paused. Was Gamzee ready for this? He sure didn't feel ready himself. His hand was visibly shaking, and he stubbornly clenched it tighter around the handle to make it stop. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the door open and stepped into the building.

Nurses bustled by quickly, holding clipboards, needles, pill bottles, and other medical equipment. There were plain grey, plastic chairs scattered around the waiting room in no real pattern. A few visitors were occupying a corner, probably the family of a patient. Opposite the waiting room was a large windowed area with a sign that said Check in/Check out.

"Hi, name of the patient please?" the lady behind the window asked without looking up.

"Gamzee Makara."

"Alright. The doctor will be with you in just a bit," she smiled, pointing to the plastic chairs.

Pulling Gamzee over to the chairs with him, Karkat sat as far away from the small family as possible.

It wasn't long before a tall, skinny, brownhaired man called for Gamzee. The two followed in silence as the doctor led them to their destination.

"413. Here it is," the man announced to himself, seeming proud, probably for finding the right room in such an endless building. Time seemed to stop as Karkat stood in front of the door. He had a feeling something wasn't quite right. Stealing a glance at Gamzee, his heart was racing. The doctor knocked twice on the door.

"Come in."

"Mrs. Soule, your 11 o'clock patient is here to see you."

"Ah, yes. Let him in, let him in," the lady pressed, "Thank you Nick."

Nick nodded, holding the door open while Gamzee, followed by Karkat, walked into Mrs. Soule's, er, office.

"What brings you here Mr. Makara?" she started, clasping her hands together on top of her desk. To Karkat's surprise, she was actually a troll. Short and jade blooded. Her horns swirled upwards, and around each other once, meeting back at the bases of each horn. She had artificially white hair thrown back into a bun, thickly rimmed, square glasses, and not even a quarter of the fashion sense that Kanaya had.

Gamzee flopped himself onto the couch, his mane of hair falling in his face. Joining him, Karkat rolled his eyes as he attempted to push the rats nest out of Gamzee's sight.

"You can just call me Gamzee, bitchtits."

Karkat's palm immediately collided with his face, making a slapping sound. Of course this fucking juggalo wouldn't understand manners.

"Don't mind him," the Cancer cleared his throat, "It was my idea to bring him here."

Mrs. Soule's eyebrows were furrowed, but she pressed Karkat to go on as she glanced unsurely between the two on her couch.

"See, a little while back, maybe a sweep or two, there was sort of an incident... And as his moirail, I don't know if I could do anything if that incident were to... repeat itself. Understand?"

Nodding, she hummed, "I see. And what was this incident?"

Karkat glanced at Gamzee, unsure how to continue.

"Karbro, I told you it was a motherfuckin' one time thing. I thought we all up an' got our settle on with that shit," the Capricorn pouted.

With no response from the Cancer and his eyes glued to the floor, Gamzee sighed and continued, "Ya see motherfucker, Karkat's all been the opposite of mirthful about some wicked happenings in our past. I got myself all motherfucking up in a rage and lost my head and shit. Some of our best bros got hurt pretty bad... I ain't like I did it on purpose or nothin'. That's why it's called a motherfuckin' accident."

"So," the Jade blood thought aloud, "you're telling me that you, Gamzee, have some trouble controlling your anger? And your moirail, Karkat, brought you here to get help because he's worried he won't be enough to help you next time? If there is a next time?"

"Yeah, bitchtits. That's the motherfuckin' deal here."

"No."

"Huh? You say something Karbro?"

Karkat's expression twisted into a mixture of frustration, rage, confusion, and pain as he abruptly stood up, turning on Gamzee.

"I said NO!"

Now Gamzee was confused, "Uh, no, what?"

"That's not the 'motherfuckin deal here' Gamzee! The deal here is that you lost your temper and you KILLED our friends! Fucking hell, Gamzee, you killed everyone! And you almost killed ME! I- I- How can- I just- You-"

"But Kar-"

"NO! Gamzee, you don't get it! There's no way you could ever get it through your thick, sopored-up thinkpan! I'M FUCKING AFRAID OF YOUR INSANE JUGGALO ASS! BECAUSE GOG KNOWS WHAT'S GOING TO FLIP YOU OFF THE HANDLE NEXT! I'M AFRAID FOR MY PITIFUL, MEANINGLESS LIFE EVERY FUCKING DAY BECAUSE OF YOU."

Mrs. Soule was now standing, prepared to call for assistance if needed, "Okay, let's take a deep breath and everybody calm down. It seems you both have been through a lot. Karkat, if you don't mind, I would like to talk to Gamzee alone. Please go wait outside."

Without a word, Karkat walked out the door in a trance-like state.

"Sorry about that bitchtits. He gets all up and flustered all the time," Gamzee spoke quietly, his eyes on the closed door.

Once the door was shut, Karkat felt something wet roll down his cheeks. Tears. Great. He was crying. But he couldn't help it. The look that Gamzee had given him made it feel like someone just ripped is vascular pump right out of his protein chute. He'd never seen Gamzee with such an expression. He couldn't do anything to stop the sobs that tore through him as he fell to his knees. He was afraid. He was so weak. What made him think he even deserved a moirail anymore? Such a pitiful and sorry excuse for a troll. A mutant. This was one of those times Karkat just wished Gamzee had killed him back then. He didn't deserve to live.