Intro: Your names Karkat Vantas, obviously. Aside from the fact you prefer men over women, you like Romcoms; and sythes*messy attempt at rage scribbling* (fuck that shit, you can't spell sythes worth a damn) or Sickles (that's better).
You don't seem to be really fond of anybody. (Probably due to the author having an unhealthy amount of ships with you in them){Shut up}(FINE) But you have been wandering around the america's because you parents were disgusted at the fact of you being homosexual.
(YOUR FAULT)
{STFU}
(UP YOURS)
And kicked you out of the house, with your fathers added comment , "You bring shame to the Vantas name, get the hell out of here." You and your father were not on the best of terms...
(DAMN BLABBERMOUTH KANKRI...)
They gave you $4,000 their long-depleted college fund for you; Food for three days, your clothes; and a overly large backpack . That was quite the hint that they wanted you really damn far away from here. You flipped off your parents , and kankri goodbye; indignantly muttering , "GOOD RIDDANCE."
You grabbed Kankri's laptop before leaving,making sure to delete his rather large collection of Yuri.
{after reading it }
(FUCK YOU)
{I will c: }
(DAMN)
And clearing all his personal data. You install Pesterchum on his computer, which allows you to talk to friends halfway around the world .
Convenient.
The endlessly bug you at all hours, so you will expect yourself to uninstall that's software; but you cannot bring yourself to do so. Either way, you've been walking for 6 days on 3 days worth of food; and you're damn hungry, you've managed to keep all 4000$.
You are quite proud of yourself. Normally you can't keep a penny in your pocket, so this is an improvement. You are somewhere in the middle of Missouri, you plan to meet up with your friend in Canada. But without a ride it is near impossible.
Karkat's POV
As I neared Calvinville, some damn small town I'm the middle of nowhere. I stumbled over a large rock on the shoulder of the highway and fell down the ditch, and damn do I roll. I go ahead and try to scale the edge of ditch.
My attempts are futile.
I rage quit.
There is a forest path behind me.
How do I know? I point to the sign carefully placed behind me. I decide it looks safe to go I equip my AMAZING SICKLES. I, being alert; warily stroll down the forest.
Over time, night and day become indistinguishable to me.
Some time later I pass out from hunger. I'm having a pleasant dream, an alarm clock awakes me from my dream. I reach to silence it, but instead hit some poor person. Who is comfortably sleeping next to me. I am shocked. I'm mentally thinking, " WOAH, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"
