Mobstuck, ACT 1

Welcome to Alternia. It's not the safest place for one to live, but our heroes call it home. Our heroes will be introduced later. Don't rush me. I'm the fucking narrator. Now, Alternia isn't the safest place, but it's home for the trolls and their lusus. Next to Alternia is Skaia. Well, only the middle of the city is called Skaia. Surrounding Skaia is what everyone calls "The Medium." It's a series of small smaller areas each supporting different creatures and citizens. Outside of those areas are two massive colonies known as Derse and Prospit. Each is owned by a different family.

Now we need to get into the families. I know, I need to get on with the story, but I don't want to explain this shit later. This way we can all be happy getting to the cool shit. Now cool your motherfucking tits. The most powerful families are the White and Black families which are in control of Prospit and Derse respectively. There are smaller families in most of the areas withing the Medium, but they're not important. For some reason, the Black and White families are fighting for all of Skaia. But, whatever happens to Skaia will affect Alternia in some way. Maybe the Black family will destroy everything or something and cause some crazy time shenanigans in order to move on and destroy another universe. I don't know. Well, I do, but I'm not telling you. Just keep reading.

Now, we can get to the story. But, we have to introduce the characters too. So we'll do all of that now. We'll start with Karkat Vantas.

Karkat is the boss of the Vantas Family. Or, he would be if the Vantas Family was still around. When the Vantas Family was rising to power, the higher ups made sure to take them down and scatter anyone that followed their leader. The only one left now is Karkat. He runs a failing couples therapy office on the surface of his broken and beat down office. In reality, it's a failing attempt to rebuild his mafia family in order to stop being such an outcast. Yeah, Karkat is a bit of a loser. He has managed to get a few connections though. None worth speaking of though.

Karkat is 10.62 Solar Sweeps. He wears a wrinkled black suit and a grey tie . His collar is always messy just like his hair. For some reason, he doesn't like to wear shoes. It smells like feet in here. What the fuck, he needs some fucking baby powder on those dogs. It smells disgusting in here. But, I am the narrator. I will survive this. So, yeah. His failing businesses don't make a lot of money. This place could use a makeover. The couch looks uncomfortable as hell. There's a phone book under one leg of the desk. Is that a busted window? This place is all bad.

Is that ringing? Some shit is about to go down. Karkat sits down and picks up the phone.

"HEY, THIS IS KARKAT VANTAS OF VANTAS ROMANCE AGENCY. HOW MAY I HELP YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES TODAY?" he answered as a piece of the ceiling fell in.

The troll on the other side answered, "wHaT iS uUuUp My InVeRtEbRoThEr?"

"NO. NO. NO. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING ME? I TOLD YOU TO NEVER CALL ME ON THIS LINE. TO NEVER CALL ME AT ALL ACTUALLY." Karkat was angry. Karkat is always angry. Even when he's happy, he's angry. When he's sad, he's angry. When he's angry, he tends to lighten up a bit.

"i KnOw. I nEeD tO dO wHaT fEeLs RiGhT In YoUr HeArT, bEsT fRiEnD," the other troll finished. "iT's A mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClE tHaT wE cAn StIlL tAlK. Ta ToLd YoU aBoUt ThE tRoLlS wHo'Ve BeEn SwEpT aWaY iN a BaD mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClE, RiGhT?"

Karkat grunted. "YOU HAVE TO BE HIGH ON THAT WEIRD SHIT IN ORDER TO BELIEVE HIM ON THAT BULLSHIT. AND IF IT'S IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO TELL YOU, THEN HE'LL DEFINITELY TELL ME."

"It'S jUsT a BotTlE oF mOtHeRfUcKiNg FaYgO. No BiG dEaL. JuSt AnOtHeR mIrAcLe Of LiFe," the other troll stated. "i HeArD sOmEtHiNg bIg WaS gOiNg AlL dOwN. JuSt AlL bE tElLiNg Me AlL wHaT mOtHeRfUcKiN iT's Up AnD aLl AbOuT."

"IF THIS IS TRUE, I'LL SEE THE LIGHT AND JOIN YOUR STUPID CLOWN RELIGION. I'LL PESTER HIM ABOUT IT LATER. BYE." Karkat slammed the phone down.

Karkat needs to learn to deal with his issues.

So now on to the next course. Somebody call a waitress please. Meet Gamzee Makara. He's 11.54 sweeps old. He's the proud owner of a toy/candy store. He paints his face like the clown and makes all of the little kids smile. He does his hair like a clown's. He's really tall actually. He keeps his sleeves rolled up to keep them out of the candy and never wears his jacket indoors. His ties is Purple. I liked describing him. It was quite enjoyable.

Gamzee watched as young trolls and their lusus paraded around the store touching all the toys. There was a crashing noise as a young troll fell off a unicycle.

"HeY lItTlE oNeS. Be CaReFuL wItH tHe MeRcHaNDiSe. WoUlD tAkE a MoThErFuCkInG mIrAcLe To FiX tHeM," Gamzee warned the little trolls.

"Okay Mr. Makara!" they replied in unison.

"NoW, wHo WaNtS tO tAsTe TeSt SoMe DeLiCiOuS mOtHeRfUCkInG cAnDy? CoMe On MoThErFuCkErS!" The trolls flocked to the front counter and began to pick their favorite candies. Gamzee turned around and took a shot of fizzy miracles out of his flask. It's really just Faygo, but fizzy miracles sounds cooler. Gamzee picked up a bottle of Faygo hidden under his counter and went out the back door. He stood in the alley drinking his bottle of fizzy miracles and looking out towards the busy street at the end of the alley. There he saw an oh so familiar compact car drive by with an oh so familiar face in the passenger seat wearing oh so familiar glasses. "WeLl WeLl WeLl, SiS." Gamzee went back inside. As he regained his position at the counter, two large trolls wearing Aviators for the win walked in with a jingling of the bell. "AlRiGhT kIdDiEs. TiMe FoR mR. mAkArA tO cLoSe FoR tHe DaY," Gamzee said to the disappointment of the young trolls. "BuT hE'lL bE oPeN tOmOrRoW bRiGhT aNd MoThErFuCkInG eArLY." The kids cheered as they were lead out by their lusus. Gamzee left the two trolls in aviators for the win as he went into his office and sat behind the desk. He was soon followed by a female troll with red glasses and a cane to match.

"H3Y G4MZ33. YOU W4NT TO PL4Y 4 G4M3 W1TH M3?" she asked.

"YoU wAnT a SliCe Of PiE?" Gamzee rebutted as he slid a slice of sopor slime pie on a plate towards her.

The female troll used her cane to slide it away. "NO TH4NK YOU."

"wElL, tHeRe YoU Go."

"1 ONLY 4SK3D B3C4US3 YOU H4V3 TH3 WORD G4M3 1N YOUR N4M3. 4ND YOU WOULD KNOW 4 LOT 4BOUT G4M3S. YOU KNOW, TH3Y NORMALLY R2QU1R3 T34MS."

"aNd YoU wAnT tO pUt Me On YoUr TeAm. DoN't SoUnD lIkE a MiRaClE tHiS mOtHeRfUcKeR wAnTs To Be A pArT oF."

"BUT G4MZ33 1 N33D YOU. AND TH3 K1DS N33D YOU. 4ND YOU N33D TH1S." Terezi pushed the pie to the floor. The shattering filled the room followed by silence.

"WhAt'S iN iT fOr Me, MoThErFuCkEr?"

"YOU G3T TO K33P TH1S P13 HOUS3 OP3N W1THOUT TH3 COPS KNOW1NG 4BOUT 1T. YOU 4LSO G3T TO K33P M4K1NG YOUR K1DS H4PPY." Terezi smirked.

"WeLl I hEaRd Of WoRsE fUcKiN rEaSoNs To Be GeTtIn AlL aBoUt To Do SoMeThInG."

"W3LL H4V3 SOM3 CR4ZY B1TCH3S ON OUR S1D3. 1TLL B3 FUN. NOW WH4T DO YOU KNOW 4BOUT T4? WH4T D1D H3 T3LL YOU 4BOUT TH1S G4M3?"

"NoThInG."

"NOTH1NG 4BOUT TH3 M3MB3RS OF H1S T34M."

"NoPe."

"WH4T 4BOUT TH3 M1SS1NG TROLLS?"

"iT'd Be A mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClE iF tHiS mOtHeRfUcKeR kNeW." Gamzee smirked. "Go AsK vAnTas. WhY aRe YoU sO iNtErEsTeD iN tA aNyWaY?"

The female troll grunted. "T4 KNOWS TOO MUCH." She turned and walked to the door. As she put her hand on the door knob, she said, "1 D1DNT S33 ANYTH1NG."

I can't wait to tell you what she wants from tA. I promise, as your narrator, this story is going to get good.