Karkat Vantas sat on the old patched up couch watching television. As he stared intently at the screen, his boyfriend walked in, sat next to him, and put his arm around him.
"Karkat," Dave Strider began.
"Yo,"
"I have a new game for us to play," Dave smiled, eyes crinkling behind his signature shades.
"It better not be Monopoly," Karkat grumbled, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Hell no, bro. I ain't playin' that shit with you again. You fuckin' set the board on fire."
"YOU STOLE ALL MY MONEY!" Karkat was now glaring at the blond boy next to him.
"I did not, you threw it all away buyin' so much property. Then threw it all actually away when you lost. Anyways, that's not the game I'm talkin' about."
"Then what is it?" The troll's eyes lit up with curiosity and his long ears twitched similar to a cat's.
Dave's grin grew wider. "It's called 'The Game'."
Karkat's interest fell. "A game."
"Yes,"
"Called 'The Game'."
"Now you've got it!"
Karkat rolled his eyes. "Okay, how do we play 'The Game'?"
"It's simple," his boyfriend's face becoming serious as he explained. "When you think of the game, you lose, then must announce it by either saying 'The Game' or 'I just lost The Game'."
"Are you serious? Dude that sounds so stupid. I'm not playing that shit."
"Well, here's the thing: as soon as you learn about The Game, you gotta play it."
"You made this up, didn't you?" The grey boy continued glaring at his boyfriend.
"I swear I'm not, if I were I'd be a genius. "Dave lifted up his hand and put the other on his heart. "Promise."
"No, promise the right way," Karkat demanded and held out his pinky finger.
Dave's smile returned as he locked his finger with Karkat's. "I promise."