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"Kick the ball here!"
"I'm open!"
"Score!"
Kids were playing soccer in the field on the sunny, cool day. Dogs ran all around. Parents chatted and watched the kids, a cheer and 'Good job!' here and there. Karkat Vantas simply sat under the shade of a tree, doing nothing. He watched them all play, feeling left out as usual. Sometimes he hated everyone, anyone rarely talked to him, and everyone also had parents that cared for them. Karkat's dad is an alcoholic that beat his mom almost nonstop, and his mom was a crack whore. He had a scar on his right cheek from a stratch his mom gave him when he asked why daddy hit her so much. He still didn't understand why.
He sighed, and went to get up when a ball smacked him in the face full force, knocking him against the tree. Kids rushed over to him, his tears starting to fall down his cheeks from pain. "Oh is wittle baby karkitty gonna cwy?" one taunted, the rest laughed.
Karkat sat there, pulling his knees to his chest, his arms around them, laying his head down. "Lookit the wittle baby he's cwying, wah, wah." more laughs.
'Why aren't the grown ups doing anything?' Karkat thought. "Hey bro's and sis's, why y'all pickin on him?" A taller kid carrying a horn, honking it with each step, came up.
The kids went quiet and stared at him. Karkat sniffed, wiped his eyes and looked up. He was shocked to see Gamzee Makara. He was the same age, but hung out with older kids. "Cuz he's a crybaby!"
Gamzee shook his head. "He got hit in the face with a ball. Hard. You'd cry to if that happened."
Kids being kids, they went 'Ooohhhhh'. The lead kid's face got flustered. "Why don't you leave!"
"Cuz if I did that, you'd go right back to the smaller bro." Gamzee walked up to Karkat and held out his hand to help him up.
Karkat stared at his hand. "Grab bro, I'll help you up."
He complied and stood up. Gamzee smiled at wiped Karkats eye, then turned and walked, motioning for Karkat to follow. So he did. The kids stood there in silence, Gamzee's horn the only sound, shocked at how friendly Gamzee had been to the smaller child. Even Karkat was shocked. Noone had stoop up for him, let alone be relatively nice to him.
They finally stopped at another tree across the field. He saw empty cans of... faygo? He stared. "What the heck is faygo?"
Gamzee smiled. "Miraculous drinks."
Karkat stared blankly. "Why'd you do that back there?"
Gamzee looked at him. "A bro doesn't deserve to get picked on."
"But everyone's horrible to me! Even my own parents.."
Gamzee put his hand on Karkats shoulder. "Its all good. I can talk to my dad. Maybe you can live with us if its that bad?"
Karkats eyes widened. Did he just ask Karkat to live with Gamzee and his dad? He didnt even know Karkat yet he's acting like they've been best friends. "Uhh.. no." Karkat said.
Gamzee stared at the cancer. "You sure bro?"
Karkat stared down. "Yeah.."
Gamzee kept looking then shrugged. "Offers always open bro."
Karkat looked down. "Uhh, who is this little one?" A kid slightly shorter than Gamzee asked him.
"Chill bro, he's my friend."
'Friend?' Karkat thought.
The kid nodded." Very well then."
"By the way Karbro, this is Equius."
Equius Zahaak nodded. He wore broken sunglasses and his teeth didn't look any better, Karkat noticed. But he didn't say anything about it.
Not long later, he met more of Gamzees friends. He thought two were pricks, Dave Strider and Eridan Ampora. Eridan more so, as he was really whiney. Dave was just full of himself. He seemed to get along with Sollux Captor, and had no choice but to with Terezi Pyrope, because he had this strange feeling he didn't understand yet. Nepeta Leijon seemed hyper most of the time. Feferi Peixes had an obsession with a kind of fish.. cuttlefish? Kanaya Maryam was tall, for a girl. Aradia Megidon was kinda quiet. John Egbert and Jade Harley were smart, but had their moments. Rose Lelonde was always bugging everyone on how they felt. Tavros Nitram studdered too damned much, and Vriska Serket was kind of annoying. Though, everyone got annoying to Karkat at one point in time.