100-Day Writing Prompt—01 Introduction

Warnings: Karkat

Hands shaking. Palms soft with moisture. There it was.

He was, in the least, nervous. How would this go? Meeting new people and stuff? Karkat looked to Crabdad, receiving an encouraging 'skree' from his lusus. Shoulders slumping, he looks back at the door. Several more, much louder, skrees, and he was just about literally shoved onto the front porch. Before the short tempered troll could yell in frustration at the large, white crab, the door to his hive slammed in his face.

"UGH. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK."

Tensely, he massaged his temples using both hands before walking off, back hunched as he wandered. He stops, freezing as he sees another troll—indigo blood. He hoped that the highest of the 'landdwellers' would not notice as he quietly snuck past-

"Who's this Bro that I motherfucking see?"

Karkat froze. So much for that. He reluctantly turns to him, seeing the plain white markings of paint—or something—on his face. He seemed a bit…distant, almost as he was unaware of what was happening around him. Funny, usually high bloods would have a larger 'aura' of authority. He continued staring at the clown, then eyeing an empty, green-slime lined—he thought that it was probably sopur—pie tin.

"Who the mother fuck are you, Bro?"

Karkat, looking back at the troll, points to himself, in brief stupidity and confusion.

"KARKAT."

"Nice to meet you, Karbro, I'm Gamzee."

Why the hell did this guy want to know who he was—OH SHIATSU. Karkat suddenly panicked, weighing the possibilities of whether or not this high blood was planning on culling him, not only that, but he was also intoxicated with sopur...Perhaps he should pretend to not be afraid? That loopy smile, half lidded eyes…he must have been planning something, but what could it-

"What're you motherfuckin thinking about, Bro?"

"NOTHING THAT CONCERNS THAT SCREWED UP THINK PAN OF YOURS"

"Whoa, calm down, Bro.."

"AND WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I-"

"Sit down, Bro."

This…Gamzee…patted the ground besides him, still having that stupid smile of his slapped on that clown makeuped—makeuped? Yeah, makeuped—face of his. Karkat sat down, a foot away from Gamzee, rolling his eyes.

"WHATEVER, FUCKFACE."

"Honk"

Karkat blinked, looking towards the source—of course it was that clown again…

Night was now nearing, the Alteranian sun disappearing behind the horizon. Karkat stood up, Gamzee following suite.

"See you later, Bro."

"…"

"Honk (O:"

"…BYE."