It was just a simple day for the troll, but today for some unknown reasons which are still a mystery to himself, he just closed his husktop and went for a stroll in the woods, without telling anyone. It just seemed like a good idea at the time, now he regretted it. Who the fuck takes a stroll in a mass of tree's and dirt? He'd rather eat that spikey-fruit humans called 'cacti' or whatever ways he could harm himself instead of doing stupidly doing this. Karkat Vantas should not be taking a fucking wimpy walk in the woods to 'calm himself down'. Never in is 6 sweeps of age had he ever taken a god forsaken walk through the Alternian tree-land.

In the distance, a noise could be heard, but it was faint to his ears. Curious, the nub-horned boy walked in that direction, noise becoming louder and louder with every step. Eventually, he stumbled upon such a sad display. A grub, with a body bright red, same as his own candy red blood, the mutant colour of which they were cursed with for it is the lowest, most discriminated colour that could ever befallen a troll, was crying with red alit tears coursing down it's cheeks. Black hair messed up, and eyes in a downcast look. There seemed to be no Lusus in sight, which was such a strange display. Usually, a large white guardian would protect their assigned wiggler, whether they be in the hive or not.

Carefully, Karkat walked up to the wiggler, in hopes of maybe figuring out what's wrong. Instinctively, the wiggler looked up at him with fear in its small little button eyes, crawling backwards, hissing in an attempt to protect itself from the unknown creature before it. It was such a laughable scene, but the boy decided to groan in frustration instead.

"UGH" he began, his voice slightly yelling and rough. "STUPID THING, I SERIOUSLY WISH I'M NOT ABOUT TO DO THIS BUT I HAVE NO CHOICE." Shaking from fear, the wiggler backed up, bumping into a rather large rock and sniffled a bit, making the older troll roll his eyes at the pathetic state it was in. After a moment of silence of the two staring at each other, the smaller one's eye's drooped, tearing up a bit before it's head fell onto the ground, lightly snoring. To this Karkat scoffed at how it was just able to fall victim to another, but nonetheless scooped it up in his eyes and made his way towards his hive, making sure he was not followed.

He had finally made it inside, staying clear from any troll on his way. No way did he want anyone finding out that he was helping a low blood, it was worse than being one. After walking through some hallways seeing if his lusus was awake, he went into the little room that humans would call a living room, placing the little bundle gently on the couch. Walking out, he then returned with his husktop and a small blanket, seating himself down beside it while placing the cloth over it, to which it responded with a little purr of delight, then resuming his light snores of slumber.

In the time the wiggler was asleep, Karkat decided to take this time to reply to the un-replied messages from earlier.

- gallowsCalibrator [GC] started trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]-

GC: K4RKLES

GC: COM2 ON K4RKL3S DON'T K33P 4 L4DY W41T1NG ;]

CG: …

CG: DUD3 COM3 ON NOW TH1S H4S GON3 F4R 3NOUGH 1 H4V3 3XC1T1NG N3WS!

CG: 4RGH F1N3 TH3N B3 L1K3 TH4T, T4LK TO YOU L4T3R WH3N YOU 4RN'T B31NG 4 SOURPUSS

-gallowsCalibrator [GC] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]—

Seems she was rather annoyed, but honestly she gets so tight-assed lately it's hard not to get her annoyed, women are crazy monsters. Scrolling down, he noticed his good old nerd friend had tried to speak to him earlier.

-twinArmageddons [TA] started trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]-

TA: 2up KK.

TA: ..okay not re2pondiing, cool, cau2e you totally alway2 leave your hu2ktop on when you're not on iit.

TA: okay maybe you are away, 2hiit. And two thiink ii wa2 gonna tell you 2ome new2, ii changed my miind now.

TA: maybe when you're not all iidle and 2tuff and when ii want two ii'll tell you about thii2 2hiit.

-twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]-

…The fuck was that all about? Tell me something? Must have to do with some new virus or something, now lets see who's o- FUCK. Suddenly, the couch had started shaking from the wigglers skittish and scared posture. Shooshing and papping the little one didn't work, for it had crawled away from the hand and off the edge, squeaking in pain with after a thud. Karkat at this point just wanted to face palm and yell at the young grubbling, but that'd be just plain horrible in this situation, or any situation concerning the ball of fuckery.

Gingerly he picked the grub up into his arms and began to nurse him; much like his lusus had done many sweeps ago when his outer-shell was still intact. The wiggler squeaked and wriggled in the hold, but eventually nodded off and relaxed, falling asleep. Karkat would've smiled if it wasn't for the awakening migraine forming in his temples. A message pinged on his instant messaging device, the familiar Indigo colour appearing.

Gamzee can hold his shit for the time being, he has a grub to take care of.

It took a while, but the troll was proud of himself for making a complete makeshift grub-nest out of an armchair. You have got to admit, blankets and pillows are a wonderful thing for the sensitive critters. At the moment, the little wiggler was all nestled up, snoring lightly in its sleeping form. Rather cute, actually. WAIT WHAT.

Whipping his head around, he saw on the small husktop screen that the foolish highblood was still attempting conversation. Time to give the fucker his beast crackers.

-terminallyCapricious [TC] started trolling carcinoGeneticist [GC]-

TC: hEy ThErE mOtHeRfUcKeR wHaT's CrAcKaLaCkIn?

TC: YoU bEeN gEtTiNg Up In YoUr MiRaClEs AnD mOtHeRfUcKiN lOwDoWn

TC: mAn, We NeEd To StArT cHiLlIn ToGeThEr MoRe

TC: ThRoW dOwN sOmE wIcKeD bEaTs AnD nAsTy RyMeS yOu KnOw WhAt I'm SaYiN

: hEy CaN yOu HeLp A bRoThEr OuT wItH tHeIr SiCk FiReS?

TC: It'S bEeN oN mY mInD bUt

TC: wHaT rYmEs WiTh OrAnGe?

CG: FOR FUCK SAKE YOU PRIMITIVE PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A LIFEFORM OF THIS DAY AND AGE.

CG: CAN'T YOU JUST WAIT A FUCKING SECOND OR MAYBE AWAIT A REPLY INSTEAD OF CHATTING ME UP LIKE A MEOWBEAST CALLING IN HEAT.

CG: I WAS FUCKING BUSY AND YOU GO AND ASK WHAT RYMES WITH A COLOUR THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO CREATE SIMILAR SOUNDING WORDS NOT INCLUDING ONES THAT HAVE EITHER BEEN MADE UP TO THE FUCKING BRIM WITH HORRIBLE ADDING OF LETTERS.

TC: Oh HeY kArBrO. hOnK. :o).

TC: wHaT wErE yOu So Up AnD mOtHeRfUcKiNg BuSy WiTh?

CG: NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS NOW SHUT YOU PIE HOLE, WHICH MIND YOU AT THIS POINT IS LITTERALLY A THING I CAN CALL YOU BEING THE SOPR SLIME PIE FANATIC YOU ARE, AND MOSEY ON BACK OVER TO YOUR OWN RYMES OF INFECTIONS FLAMES OF BADLY DONE SYNONYMS.

TC: AwW cAn'T a BrOtHa HeAr WhAt AnOtHeR bEeN mOtHeRfUcKiNg AlL dOiNg? :o(

CG: NO, THEY CANNOT.

- carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC] -

TC: Oh. HoNk. :o(