Hello everyone, Guess which duo is back in the writing business and redoing one of our most successful stories?

That's right.

-Eren

Sidenote === Many things have been changed from the original, such as the names of some of the OC characters in order to better fit their names into the 6 letter rule, the addition of roommates, the exclusion of some canon characters, and better involvement of others to make up for it. The basic plot remains the same, though it has been modified somewhat.

#1 - please also keep in mind that this fanfiction will have very adult themes including mention of and/or acts of torture, rape, and addiction/ drug use. It may also feature major character death.

#2 - since apparently this also requires a warning, this is a gamkar fic (it pretty much rips through all the quadrants at some point though will eventually settle on the flushed side). There will be other relationships including both OC and Canon to some degree so if you don't like it, don't read, simple as that.

Thank you UwU~

"Are you seriously going to just be pissy and stare out the window for the next two hours?"

He waited, but the troll in the passenger seat apparently planned to do just that, his arms tightly crossed over his chest, and his body stance rigid and angry as he kept his head twisted away from Sollux, just watching the road fly by underneath them, those yellow and black eyes narrowed ever so slightly, refusing to look over at the mustard blood.

Sollux sighed, rolling his own bicolored eyes in irritation as he just focused on the road. "Fine then, if you wanna be whiney about it then I'm not gonna go through the fucking trouble of trying to make conversation"

"I hate moving"

"Yeah, I fucking hate moving to, but we didn't have any damn choice. I got transferred schools again and you don't have anywhere else to go but to stick with me for now so I guess you are shit out of luck" Sollux responded almost instantly, feeling his Electronic message transferring device vibrate in his pocket, but he ignored it, and the feeling of panic that sat heavy in his stomach like a large rock. He kept his eyes focused on the road, a snarl on his face with the occasional flicker to the nubby horned troll to his right. But the other remained just as silent and indomitable as before. Sollux tried again to initiate some polite conversation, because the fucking cancer troll was hell to deal with when he was moody like this. "At least this time it's not in the middle of the fucking year, we're going to be starting fresh at this school, right at the beginning of a new semester."

"We were doing FINE in the other college! Fuck Sollux I even had a goddamn job lined up to start and then you pulled this moving shit!"

Sollux slammed on the brakes, and so began what was probably one of many screaming fits between the two for the next two hours as they drove down the long stretch of road alone. It alternated between that, screaming, then silence, which escalated into harsh comments back and forth, screaming, silence, harsh comments, screaming, and so on and so forth. Until the car finally pulled to a stop.

Skaia-Net University. One of the most highly recommended colleges in the country. And they had driven all the fucking way across the damn continent just to go here out of fucking nowhere. And it wasn't the first time Sollux had randomly decided that they were moving, no, more like the third. And Karkat was fucking sick of it, but what choice did he have? He couldn't get a job of his own thanks to his little 'secret' which meant no money which meant he was pretty much just a fucking burden he was surprised that Sollux was putting up with. But still, despite their fights, they were still good friends, even if the constant moving around was starting to piss Karkat off.

The parking lot was mostly empty at this time in the morning, a few other students here and there unpacking things from home. Sollux parked away from the dorms though, closer to the main doors, and stopped.

"I'm gonna go get our schedules and find out what dorm we got, I requested that they put us in the same one so just… fucking wait here or something, I don't care. Just don't wander off"

"Yeah okay MOM" Karkat scowled back, settling down into the seat with a look of irritation on his face. "Seriously, you don't have to treat me like a fucking wriggler that doesn't know how to find its own feet"

"Then stop acting like one" And just like that, Sollux was gone before Karkat could answer, leaving him sputtering in rage for a few moments, before he came back with papers and keys in his hands. The screaming fit that Karkat unleashed (which had been building up steadily during the time Sollux was inside the building) did attract a few wary glances at the two trolls. Sollux yelled right on back, on top of casting glares at the by standers and demanding to know what the fuck they were gawking at, which sent them scurrying on their way as the two drove off again, this time stopping in the parking lot right outside the front doors. This time, there were already more vehicles lined up, and lots of strangers, humans and trolls alike, unpacking.

Karkat unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed into the back of the car, starting to shove various boxes towards the back while Sollux read out the forms, and gave the cancer his set of keys. Apparently they'd been placed in room eight, so on the first floor in the right hallway, perfect. At least they didn't need to walk a fucking mile through hallways every day.

"I'll start bringing the boxes inside, you shove them to the back and follow me once we can grab all of them pretty easily" Sollux made his tone sound polite, as if he was asking instead of telling, and it worked well enough, since Karkat did as he was 'asked' to do, handing Sollux one of the boxes, and starting to pull out the others and set them down on the side walk as the mustard blood went into the building.

Karkat scowled to himself as he moved the boxes, tugging at the short sleeved grey shirt he wore and shivering a bit, wishing he had pulled one of his jackets out. They had been further south than this before; he didn't like the cold bite of the wind on his bare arms. He huddled into the back of the car, opening one of the boxes of clothes and shifting through it for a coat.

Sollux, meanwhile, headed down through the hallways, reading his new schedule to himself with a frown on his face, hardly paying attention to where he was going.

So it was really no surprise, when down one particular hall, he became directly introduced with another troll's chest. A very tall troll's chest, with a wild mass of hair that, if not pulled up in a messy pony tail, would surely go past his shoulders. Though what was curious, was that when they collided, a sound came from, which suspiciously sounded like a honk.

"Oh man motherfucker, you got the shake on me, you in right?"

Sollux jumped, his eyes sparking red and blue as he stepped back, lowering the box from in front of his face, in order to get a good look at the troll in front of him.

For a moment, he could only stare, confused, and this clown faced mess of a troll, before recognition hit him in the face like a brick, bowling him over as a line of harsh swears (living with the cancer had affected him, it seemed). Shit.

"Holy fuck, GZ?"

There was a long silence that followed from the other troll, before one long fingered hand rose up to brush some loose strands of crazed hair from his shadowed gaze, fully revealing, a pair of half-drugged indigo eyes. A heartbeat passed, then two, as the highblood stared down at the male. Before a massive grin pulled across his lips, made double by the unmistakable charcoal face paint that had not changed in pattern, since he was a wriggler.

"Woah! Man, I hope I'm not swinging with delusional illusions."

A laugh, friendly and the same, if not deepened with maturity and a little rough from sopor, flowed from the one and only Gamzee Makara. To say the male had grown, would be somewhat of an understatement. He quite literally towered almost everyone now. The angles of his body were still made of sharp edges and points, but there was a thin lining of developing muscle under the skin. Still lean, but also hinting at the strength he was capable of.

"That you Solbro?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You can't go here, You cannot fucking be here. This is the worst thing ever" Sollux sputtered with a scowl on his face, glaring at Gamzee with something almost akin to malice in his gaze.

"The fuck makes you think you can call me bro? We were never fucking friends, and we still aren't, nothing changes that just because fate decided to be a prick and throw us in the same college apparently. You don't use this dorm, do you? Please tell me you are in a different building"

Sollux never took his eyes off the highblood, not once, absentmindedly marking the changes in the other, but more so, his mind was focused instantly on the one outside of the building and fuck, fuck fuck fuck! He couldn't let Karkat and Gamzee see each other. Too much had changed and Gamzee was just the sort of asshole to fucking push things if he found out what the hell was going on. Karkat didn't even know what was going on, and Sollux was keeping it that way.

Gamzee's eyes widened considerably, not even blinking as he simply seemed to listen to the lowblood... literally flip his shit. All of his shit. Damn.

"Easy brother, fill up your air sacks and cool your tits. I'm not all trying to get a fucker bristling and riled." he held up both of his hands as if in loose defense, which, to those who didn't know about Sollux's abilities, would have seemed ridiculous. Considering their status and size differences. "I can flow with understanding why you're in sharp disagreements with a motherfucker, but it's not like I'm in complete awareness of where the messiah's take me or other fuckers."

"Besides, ain't all like we'll pass our peepers over each other all that often if you aren't keen too. The schoolfed place's lawnring is gumption in size, even if I am getting residence in the same temporary hive location."

Sollux did not calm his tits; in fact, he seemed to just flip out more. "Don't you dare tell me to just take this in stride after you just fucking disappeared! Do you have any idea what kind of shit that put some of us through? How fucking worried we were? But no, you don't, because you just fucking left. And I don't plan on regaling the past with YOU" He responded, feeling his eyes spark harsher.

"What room are you in? I want to know where to avoid going."

At each retort, the Highblood's eyes became a bit more downcast, a bit more distant. That large grin faded into a lazy smile, though it stayed at that. Not raising or lowering any further.

"Alright low blooded motherfucker... alright. I get it, shit's changed, I got the royal fucking fuck up and everything. I won't pass no more words with you, so get your avoidance of the 4 number." he shrugged then, eyes lingering on Sollux a heart beat longer, before he stepped around him, and headed down the hall towards the room he had mentioned without a sentence more. After all, the yellow blood was right. They hadn't passed words much, if at all as wrigglers, and after wh-... the subjuggulator gave a hum, as he simply walked towards his dorm. Nope, that shit was buried, best keep it all locked up and placed in its own hole.

Room eight.

Room… fucking… eight…

Room four.

Goddammit.

They were barely down the fucking hall from each other.

Shit shit shit this was not good. Maybe he could… request a room transfer or something! Yeah, it wouldn't take too much to hack into the systems and get them new rooms. It would just take a day or two, three days tops for the information to pass through if this university was pretty well organized and settled.

But shit, how the fuck was he going to manage to keep Karkat away from Gamzee? He couldn't even let them see each other, it would be so bad, so much shit to explain and fuck. This was going to be such a pain. What if they had classes together? How was he going to manage that? He had a lot of work to do, he'd do it tonight, as soon as they were settled into their room, he'd hack into the University's system, his husktops were more than capable of it he was sure, he'd hack in there and change everything around, besides KK could use some different things than the usual shit he took because god he was horrible at coding. He really needed to try to get into something else. But that was beside the point.

He turned around and headed into the room, practically slamming the box down, before he bolted out of room eight, and rushed down the hallway to outside. Fuck having KK out here, Sollux could just like... have him be in the room, be the one unpacking shit. Yeah, that was a good idea.

"Oy! Watch it ya cross-eyed fuckin' twit!"

He had been just minding his own business, strutting down the sidewalk like he was the coolest thing that had ever touched it (and let's be honest, he probably was), when out of nowhere this midget with pathetic nubby horns, had bumped into his path. A heavy scowl crossed the lips of one, Jarren Dammad, a violet blooded highblood, with a little more purple than blue to his blood. He had muscle, though it was not so thick as to be obscene, and horns that curved from the back of his skull, then moved up and over his head, stopping above his brows.

With a slight snarl, the highblood shifted the box in his hands, aiming a glare down at the troll who he had collided with.

Karkat had actually been totally minding his own business, carrying the last box of clothes out of the car, and he was just about to set them down on the sidewalk… when suddenly some asshole just plowed right into him, knocking the box out of his hands, and spilling the contents, shirts, pants, underwear, all over the fucking grass. For a second, those wide, black and yellow eyes just blinked, staring at the upturned box as he lay sprawled on the sidewalk where he was knocked over, before, in the flash of a second, he was on his feet, bristling with rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE IDEA YOU MAGGOT SHITTING BULGE BITER?" He screeched, every single inch of him shivering in unholy rage. "I had this fucking mountain of boxes here don't even say your ass didn't see me, was it really that fucking hard to just go around me?" he glared up at the other troll, taking every note of those stupid horns and that ridiculous hairstyle (seriously, half of his head shaved and the other half left to grow out?). The guy was a highblood, pretty far up there it seemed from this eyes, but Karkat could really care less.

The briefest blink of surprise came from the taller troll, followed up just as quickly by a scowl and an immediate growl.

"Actually ya pissed based life form, ah didn't see shit! Ahm sorry, ah didn't realize tat tis school didn't have uh GOG DAMNED HEIGHT LIMIT! How t'e fuck are ya even supposed t'e peep ovuh t'e fuckin' desks? Uh shitty human boostuh seat?" What the hell was with this black eyed, nubby horned, mouthy ass troll?

"Yeah, the height limit is six foot five and a half inches of FUCK YOU" Karkat started out calmly, before exploding at the end of his sentence, not even really caring that it didn't make much sense. Since when did his insults ever actually mean anything? "Maybe if you can't see anything, try looking where you walk! Or go to a shitty optologists's office and actually invest in some fucking glasses," He looked over the troll once more, "And if it's fashion you're worried about, they couldn't possibly make you look any fucking stupider"

"T'e clod fuckin' hell is tat supposed t'e mean! Tere isn't shit wrong wit' my style ya tiny prick! Besides, like ah would take fashion style from uh half-witted punk tat hasn't even gotten his shit choked eyes changed yet! What're ya, uh deformation from t'e piss poor excuse o society? Hell, ah wouldn't be surprised if ya were uh mutant, like half-human er some stupid bullshit."

"There is everything wrong with your so called 'style' that you feel the need to parade around. It's making me want to tear out my 'shit choked eyes' right out of my fucking skull just so I don't have to witness the monstrosity that is *YOUR* face. Honestly, were you hatched like that? Or did you get in some kind of horrible accident?" Karkat shot right on back, not stopping for an instant. "I bet it was an accident, which would also explain why you're so fucking stupid. You must have rocked your pan right the fuck out of your skull and then stomped on it while drooling all over yourself like a grotesque, insect fucked day old wriggler freshly fucking hatched and beaten with the ugly stick."

"Ahm t'e dumb one? AHM T'E FUCKIN' DUMB ONE! 'Ave ya looked in uh god forsaken reflective device lately, er even listened to yer compilation o' waste and oxygen talk! At least if mah style offends some ignorant self-obsessed shit basket, tey can 'ave the fuckin' intelligence to close teir GOG DAMN SEE HOLES! Ah feel sorry tat ya haven't mastered such uh complicated and fuckin' intricate practice, er t'e ability t'e LOOK THE FUCK UHWAY! AND GLORIOUS SHIT, yer voice is like takin' uh box o' newly hatched mew-beasts and shovin' teir screeching carcasses in uh blenduh!"

"At least when I talk I can do so comprehensively and not have a shitty accent raping me up the waste chu-"

"KK what the fuck are you doing?"

Karkat blinked, thrown off track as a certain heterochromatic troll came tumbling out of the building in a manner that was far from graceful. He looked like he just had to sit through a movie that consisted of nothing but two hours of two trolls vomiting and shitting on each other while screeching out the strangest sexual obscenities. Sollux was over near them in an instant, utterly ignoring Jarren as the items from the tipped over box slid back into its casing and was then lifted up into the air along with all of the other boxes that belonged to the two of them via psionics.

"Goddammit stop wasting time, we still gotta unpack and get all this stupid shit hooked up and here you are screaming at this douche like a fucking wriggler" His voice was harsh and pointed as he directed the boxes towards the doorway, before stopping, and looking very angrily at Karkat. "Are you fucking coming?" He demanded, his voice still heated and jagged, and Karkat just glared after him with just as much heat and anger in his own gaze. "Since when did I become your fucking carry boy?" he demanded, though he did turn to follow the other, prompting an argument all the way into the dorm, where it would last, for hours possibly.