Prompt:
Karkat + The Phrase "Can't sleep, clowns will eat me"
Karkat wakes up one day to find Gamzee chewing on him. Nothing horrible, just...playful chewing. (Almost like a puppy).
This scares the crap out of Karkat, because it's confusing and creepy.
Karkat won't sleep because clowns will eat him.
Run with it.
Another fill for the kinkmeme. A little smaller this time.
Karkat was dreaming.
He was chatting with all of his fellow troll companions, and for once they weren't arguing or having mundane shenanigans. They were just conversing together - civilly. They were all in a big ballroom, wearing fancy clothes that he remembered the John human and the Dave human were wearing during their session - but better looking.
Karkat had no idea what they were talking about, but his mouth seemed to know what to say. His hands moved in exaggerated motions as he spoke to Feferi, whose eyes were shining with interest and awe. The Cancer felt pride swell up in his chest as he realised that his argument and philosophy impressed the highblood.
But then Tavros, who apparently got his legs back, tripped. His champagne glass flew into the air and collided into the wall next to Karkat. The glass shards hit his hand and the liquid drenched the sleeve of his expensive suit.
With a small, ineloquent curse under his breath Karkat looked at his hand.
His blood ran cold.
He was bleeding.
In front of everybody.
And everybody was staring.
"Oh no," Karkat whispered, for some reason unable to move any of his limbs. "Oh no, no, no, fucking no..."
He could feel their shocked gazes boring into his head, Eridan and Vriska's smug smirks, Equius' blatant disgust...
And then Karkat woke up with a gasp. He stared up at the high ceiling, and cursed as he realised he fell asleep on the floor.
"Fuck, my back hurts..." He groaned, making a move to sit up, but found that one of his arms was attached to something.
And it was wet, and had kind-of-sharp jagged edges.
Karkat slowly turned towards Gamzee, who had his hand in between his sharp teeth and gnawing gently. The juggalo was lying down on his stomach, with both hands grabbing Karkat's right arm and chewing on it, covering the limb and his shirt sleeve with a river of drool.
"...Gamzee," Karkat began, utterly bemused and wholeheartedly creeped the fuck out. "What. The fuck. Are you doing?"
The Capricorn pulled away slightly and stared up at his best friend with half-lidded eyes. A languid grin pulled at his lips, showing off his pearly whites.
"You taste delicious, best friend."
Oh gog.
"The bottom line is, everyone here is forbidden from going to sleep." Karkat told Terezi later in the day, after he had his second 'nap' after seeing Kanaya's surgery on Tavros.
The blind troll looked confused, "Forbidden?" She repeated.
"Yes," Karkat crossed his arms, daring her to defy him. "As your leader I am ordering all Propsit dreamers to stay awake, no matter how tired you get."
"Um... alright," Terezi replied in an uncertain manner.
"Huh?" Kanaya, who had overheard, turned away from her monitor and raised a thin eyebrow at Karkat. "What brought this on?"
"Because if I'm not sleeping, then you all aren't, too!"
"But I'm not a Propsit dreamer!" Feferi cried from the other side of the room. Karkat ignored her.
Kanaya hummed and folded her arms, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Karkat's lips thinned, deciding not to answer the Virgo and retreating hastily through the transportalizer.
Kanaya blinked.
Karkat mumbled to himself in an almost hysterical manner as he walked through the maze of hallways and stairs. He rubbed his upper arms with his hands and shuddered.
"Can't sleep... clowns will eat me..." He chanted under his breath.