New year. New inspiration . New story. Btw. I do not own homestuck.
Karkat cant feel anything. Theres a strange orange light he can faintly see in the distance. He slowly begins to get his senses back. Hes laying on wet side walk.
'Am I dead..?'
His face feels like he was kicked in the jaw.
He uses all his strength to stand up. He cant remember anything that happened. All he knows is he needs to get home.
The orange light he noticed earlier was a street lamp. Looking around his stomach dropped. His surroundings were unfamiliar. He breathed in and wheezed. The cold air hurt his lungs. His numb fingers felt for the contents of his pockets.
His phone wasn't there. Instead a piece of paper that said "meet me" there was an address sprawled after that. He shoved it back into his pocket and forced his legs to move forward.
He had nearly walked ten blocks before things began to look familiar. He was roughly twenty minutes from home. Having no money for a cab it seems he would just have to walk.
He remembered his address like it was etched into the back of his hand. He thought of how his Grandma would probably meet him by the door with a mug cocoa. He craved the warmth of his house. As he approached the house he noticed a for sale sign outside.
He never remembered that before.
Whatever, didnt matter to him right now. It wasnt until he got to the door when he noticed a lock box on it. Almost like everyone really did pack up and move. Maybe this was some kind of dream. He huffed and went around to the back where his bed room window was. He pushed on it and lucky for him it slid with ease. Probably from all the years he had snuck out. Unfortunately when he entered the room all his stuff was gone. His bed, dresser, book case, everything. He closed the window and began to warm up a little. He walked of his room, entering the living room there was also no furniture. He went room from room and found nothing. Last he searched his grandmothers room. Everything was gone but there was a light trace of her smell. Like cinnamon.. He ran back down downstairs to his room and pulled the carped up in a secret spot he had hollowed out. Pulling the floor boards up. He pulled a small box from the ground. It used to be where he hid things but as of recently it held about 1000 dollars in cash that Karkat had been saving for almost two years. He moved it here after he got suspicious of robbers.
He shoved the money in his pocket and locked the door to the room. He locked the window as well. After putting the carpet back where it was, he curled up in a ball trying to get warm enough to fall asleep.