Okay, here is a little spur of the moment teaser for a fic I'm going to write. I did want to finish one story before I started another one, but I have a really good idea where this story is going and I'm excited to start it.

Karkat is Carlson Vantas and Terezi is Teresa Pyrope. Pretty self-explanatory.

Tell me what you think!

Everyone's life needs a little more karezi, so enjoy!

~Josie

"Good morning Karkat!" An all too familiar voice cackles.

You let out a frustrated sigh, "It's Carlson and no morning is good, thank very much for reminding me."

"Aww, you just need some cheering up!" She pats her bed singling for you to sit down, but you just shoot a glare in her direction, not that she can see it.

"What do you think my job is? Just sitting around all day entertaining you?" You finish sorting out her pills and bring them over to her with a glass of water.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt now would it?" She laughs as she takes the pills from you and ingests them with a big gulp of water.

"Yes, it would. I would like to keep my sanity during this fucking internship," You mumble.

She hands you back the glass and tilts her head to the side, "If you hate it here so much why intern here? Couldn't you get a job at an actual doctor's office or something?"

"Unfortunately I had absolutely zero say in where I had to fucking work for a year of my own god damn life," You tell her as you put the pill bottles away.

You have to admit you're glad she's not a complete nut case. She can at least hold a normal conversation, but sometimes she starts talking about her fucked up dreams or allusions or whatever and they really creep you out. She knows things you wouldn't think she would know, like your name.

Of course she calls you karcat all the time, but the moment she first saw you she smiled and called you Karcat Vantas. You hadn't even registered yet. Nobody knew your last name, but her. It scared the shit out you, then you found out she was your main patient and it almost made you drop out. You're not easily frightened, but crazy people claiming they know things about you, strikes up some unknown fear inside you.

Then you got to know her and she's not too bad when she's on her medication. She calls herself Terezi, but you stick to Teresa. At she was upset that you didn't play along with her, but after a while she got used to it. You have yet to get her to call you Carlson though.

You walk over and sit on her bed. She loves it when you do that. It's obvious she likes you. It's probably from the fact that you're the only one who gives her the time of day. The more you talk to her, the more you realize she's just a girl too. The same age as you actually. She's nineteen and has never had a family or anyone who tells her about the outside world. You feel kind of bad for her. You figure you can spare five minutes to talk to her.

She comes over and wraps her arms around you. She does that some times, but it creeps you out a little, "Well whether you like it or not, I'm glad you're here."

"Umm thanks, I guess," You say while unwrapping her arms.

"You don't like hugs?" She asks.

"Not really."

"Why?"

"I just don't."

"I like hugs," She bats her eyelashes. That's all they're good for, batting when she wants to look cute. You don't fall for it though.

"That's great."

She crosses her arms and pouts, "You're no fun."

"It's not my job to be fun."

She eyes you, "Do you ever do anything not school or work related?"

"Nope."

"That's no fun!" She exclaims.

"Well, life isn't supposed to be fun!" You yell and she flinches. You always forget you can't yell at the patients.

"Why?" She asks softly.

"It's just not. You go to school until you're eighteen, then if you want a good job, you go to college. After collage, you get a job and work until you retire, then you go to an old folk's home until you die. That's life. Trust me; you're not missing out on much."

She grabs her little stuffed dragon and hugs it to her chest, "What about love?"

"What about it?" You grumble.

"Don't people fall in love, get married, have kids, and live their whole life together?"

"Only idiots."

Her face drops and she examines you as if she could see, "So, you're never going to fall in love?"

"I believe that's my own business."

"Ya, ya, ya, "She mumbles as she lies back against her pillow, "But everyone has to fall in love. It's just a human thing,"

"And let me guess, you're not going to fall in love?" You ask completely dreading where this conversation is going.

"No, I already have!" she smiles proudly.

Hmm, not the answer you were expecting, but okay you guess you'll play in her fantasies for a bit, "But I thought you weren't human." You shoot back.

"Trolls can fall in love," She pouts, "It's just a little different than what humans call love."

"Hmm, really? Please continue on, this subject fucking fascinates me."

She punches you on the arm playfully, "I know you don't believe me, nobody does, but it's true!"

"Ya, and that explains why I can't see these horns you say you have," You pat her clearly hornless head.

"They're there, you just can't see them!" She insists.

"I'm not the blind one here. Seriously, you've never even seen yourself in a mirror," You point out.

"I have too!" She protests, "I wasn't always blind."

"Really?" Honestly you have no clue how she went blind, you always assumed it was a birth defect.

"Ya!" She smiles at the fact you believe something she says, "I can even draw and write! I didn't go blind until I was about ten."

That would explain why she is quite coordinated. She can navigate her room with ease. She has a cane, but you have never seen her use it. When she does leave her room on occasion, she never has her cane, nor does she run into things, it's quite amazing actually.

"Prove it."

"What?" she looks baffled.

You get up, grab your pen and spare piece of paper, and hand it to her. "You said you could draw, so show me."

She smirks, "Okay!"

You sit down again as she takes the paper and starts drawing away. You watch her amused as she stares determinedly at the paper as if she could see. It must be a habit that she used to have when she could see. You find yourself wondering what happened to her to cause her to go blind, but you have an unnerving feeling that you don't want to know. Curiosity slowly starts getting the better of you and you are about to open your big mouth when she pops her head up smiling triumphantly. She hands you the scribbles for you to examine.

It sort of looks like two different objects, you can't really tell what they are though. It's been a while since she has drawn, you can figure that. She probably wasn't any good when she could see anyway. After a few moments of trying to guess what it is, you give up. "What am I looking at exactly?"

She crosses her arms and glares. "It's us!" she says defensively.

You take another look at the drawing. Okay, you guess you can tell it's a person if you look hard enough. Yes, ones a female with long hair and the other is a male with short hair. You notice how each person has lines coming out of their heads. Is it supposed to be some sort of hair or... horns? She gave you fucking horns. It also upsets you that the male is shorter than the female. How the hell does she know how tall you are? You look over at her smiling face. She seems so proud of herself. It's kind of cute... In a pathetic child type of way of course.
"How do you know how tall I am compared to you? I've never even described myself to you. How the hell do you even know if I have short hair? You know boys could have long hair. And just because I tend to get angry at you, doesn't mean I'm always scowling."

She giggles. "Of course I've seen what you look like! And yes, even though you don't know it you always look like your scowling."

"Like hell you've seen me. Where you like my fucking stalker or something before you were blinded? Okay, but people change. I'm sure I look nothing like ten year old me."

"No, silly!" she continues her obnoxious giggling; "I've seen you in my dreams!"

"Fucking sure. Believe whatever you want nutcase, but you have no clue what I look like."

"Well, your about five foot,"

"What!"

She ignores your objection and continues, "Messy black hair!" She reaches out to touch it, but you swat her away. "The most beautiful eyes! Unusual reddish- brown. Cute, little, round, nose. Pouty lips that seem to always frown!" she makes a pouty face to mock you, "Broad, but skinny shoulders. Small, twiggy arms," she giggles, "Small in general," you growl at her, but she continues, "Bad posture, you always slouch! Oh, and chewed up nails. That's such a bad habit. When you're not at work you tend to wear black, baggy, clothing and-"

You slap a hand over her mouth before she can continue. "Okay now you're fucking creeping me out." you state.

She smiles as you take your hand away from her mouth. You swear she enjoys making you uncomfortable.

"I know you asked one of the nurses or someone like that about me," you state, not falling for her tricks, "It's creepy that you would do that."

Her small smile turns into her famous shit eating grin. "How would the nurses know what you look like on your time off?"

"Fuck you, you're just being creepy now."

"You know I'm right." she taunts.
You can't think of a damn come back so you just stand up. "I don't have to take this," you try to sound less creped out than you really are.

"Aww, is Karkles scared?"

"Fuck no, I just want to get out of here before you give me another god damn name," you shoot back as you start to gather your supplies.

She crosses her arms and pouts. "It's not my fault no one believes me!"

"No, it's your pills fault. It seems like they don't do a damned thing."

"Hey!" you hear her shout as you close the door behind you.