Okay, this was just supposed to be a short story only for me, but well it blew out of control. It's just a huge play on Karkats' name and the fact that he's an alien. I'll put out the first chapter, even though I have the first three done. I just wanna see how this does.

FEEDBACK IS VERY WELCOME (^_^) and tell me if I got off track with personalities considering this is my 1st fanfic!

(c) Andrew Hussie

John sat in his bed and watched the rain pour down like someone was squeezing a sponge just outside his window. The sun had went down about an hour or so ago and he was bored out of his mind. He thought of pestering Dave, but just as he logged into his PesterChum account his electricity when out accompanied by a ear-shattering boom.

Well there goes the transformer, looks like no chatting tonight... He thought.

So, he sat, bored as hell , in the darkness that was his room. Lightning crashed outside followed by a clap of thunder. He watched as the water had its way with the objects outside, blowing them around, drenching them beyond recognition, or just simply washing them away. That reminded John, he could kiss his wizard hat goodbye since he had left it by his mailbox when he was trying to play a prank on his dad the other day and forgot about it...

Morning came too soon.

The storm the night before had sent John into a sweet slumber from the sound of rain hitting his roof. He stretched in his bed then rolled over. A ray of pure sunshine blared through the curtain right into his eye and he groaned. Crap, he had to go to school anyways...

He washed up before heading downstairs for breakfast and what did he know, his father had made quite the spread for him, since it was his first day if high school and all, but the man was nowhere to be seen at t he present. John didn't spend too much time looking for him, instead, the fresh waffles were calling to him. He piled one into his mouth without syrup. Then he remembered he liked syrup on his waffles and slathered the second with the brown, sticky , maple!

Once he was thoroughly fed and found all of his school supplies that he had nonchalantly tossed into his room disregarding them instantly and when straight to his computer and chat room one day two weeks ago, he sighed and decided that it was time to go to school. It was already too late to catch the bus plus dad had disappeared again. He slung his bag over his shoulder and trudged out his front door, making sure to remember to lock it this time. His father didn't want any more of his harlequins taking a hike any time soon. He had just managed to get another joker - The Dark Night Rises - from an online auction and he would be damned to have to go through that fiasco again!

With a turn of the key the door was locked and all the freaky clowns safe from the equally freaky people that would actually want them. He turned on his heels and headed down his drive. He splashed in puddles left over from the storm then got soaked from the knees down by a passing car. He made a face and was about to flip the bird at the grumpy looking bald man driving when he heard a soft noise behind him. He froze upon never hearing such a noise before. It sounded sickly like it was on its last leg or something.

"Meowwww..." The cat gave coarsely. It sounded like it had a sore throat.

The cat was particularly grossing him out the way it basically crawled along a muddied area of hill alongside the sidewalk. John cringed at the thing, a mass mess of eww and why the hell won't it die already? He winched as it tried the meow again, but couldn't. It dropped its head into a small mud hole and just lay there so forlorn looking and wet. The blue-eyed boy inched closer to it to see if really had died spontaneously after he was thinking it. Then it heaved a breath, taking in mud, water, and something that looked like grape Faygo. Well that wasn't good.

Now John was a good guy, yes, he might have been a tad too gullible, and yes, he used the word silly way too much for a boy, but he was still nice and knew right from wrong. It was wrong to leave the poor thing there in its death hole, but it wasn't necessarily right to take it too school with him. He couldn't take care of it with it in his locker, gym or regular. Preferably regular. Nothing could survive in his gym locker. That was why all of his socks vanished in thin air. So, John did the next best thing.

He found a old shirt that was swiped from someone's forgotten laundry line when all the winds came hurling through the other day and scooped the cat held it as close to his chest as he could, since the shirt was damp, but it was the best he could do on short notice. He walked a block or two before coming to a suitable hideout for the little guy so nothing would eat him for lunch while John spent his mandatory eight hours at school. He would have to recall where exactly this hole-in-the-wall playground was so he could retrieve the matted beast from under the curly slide.

That Afternoon~

By the time the school day had ended, it was raining again. The black-haired boy heaved a hefty sigh and trudged out into the rain covering his head with his book bag. He was eager to get back to his cat under the multi-colored slide. John ran most of the way, passing by the spot blindly once then having to retrace his steps and go back for it. He swung his body round the plastic object and peered under it. Nothing. The feline was gone. John frowned. Where did it go, or more importantly was it okay?

With a disgruntled look, the boy left the small playground and headed back to his house and out into dry clothes. He unlocked his door and went inside. He entered the kitchen first to get a snack before homework, but he spotted a note left by his father on the table. It basically said that he was out of town on business and would be gone for a total of four days, that was practically the entire school week. John sighed, but it was a happy one. Now he would have the house all to his self and he could play video games and watch Cage for as long as he desired!

With happy feet he flew up the stairs to his room and wouldn't yah know, the rain had stopped and the sun was out! This was a great start to the next four days!

The alarm went off way too early for the blue-eyes boy the next day. He had been having a wonderful dream in which he was flying around in the sky with a freakishly long hood flowing behind him. He wished it was real, but alas, dreams were dreams and nothing more...

John ate softly, alone, at the table. He had the small counter TV on, but still it seemed oddly quiet in his two-story home. He was used to the smell of something baking up in the oven much like he was used to the same thing when he would come home from school. At least an apple pie or something. Suddenly, John felt alone; not even Katie Couric could cheer him up with her monotone, deep woman voice that he loved to crack on so much. Groaning once more, he voluntarily washed out his bowl of cereal and headed out to school early, purposefully missing the bus just to try and see if he could catch sight of his wet little pal again.

Since today was supposed to be sunny said so by Katie and Steve Horstmeyer, he figured that if the cat was still alive he would definitely see it. John hoped along the sidewalk eyeing his surroundings suspiciously for the small animal. Eventually, he came to the small playground where he had stashed the cat before. His eyes grew large at the sight; there was the cat, all curled up in a ball sound asleep in the shade of the curly slide.

Ignoring school altogether, he hurried over and crouched down by the end of the slide just taking in the small creature. It was breathing smoothly unlike before, but it still looked wet and matted. John leaned down by the sleeping figure closer. By now, he was down on his hands and knees staring with a conflicting gaze at the dark brown cat. Should he skip school and take it home, or go to that penitentiary and learn things, risking the cat to wonder off again… He absentmindedly chose the first of the two.

"Hey there, little guy…" He cooed softly as to not startle the animal. When it didn't respond to his voice, he reached down and petted it lovingly on the head finding that it was dry, just dirty. He felt little bumps by the ears.

He frowned, so, something had been after it and gave it whelps. He scanned around the area precariously just in case whatever it was might've been still stalking around.

Nothing.

Good.

John didn't bother to wait for the smallish cat to wake any further before he scooped it up in his arms and headed back home feeling that his good deed for the day had been accomplished. He unlocked the door to his home and slammed it shut with newfound excitement. With this little kitty there with him, he wouldn't feel so alone! He plopped it into his room and scampered off to retrieve a towel to try and rub out the caked on dirt within its fur. He pitched the towel inside his room, nearly landing on the disoriented feline. It slowly waddled under Johns' bed to further be safe from flailing plush blue objects.

John returned with a little dish of warm milk and placed it in the middle of his floor. He jumped onto his bed with his legs curled up underneath him, waiting, and watching for the little fella to come out and say hi. Creeping from around a stash of comics, the skuzzy thing appeared and darted for the liquid. Its little beady eyes darted about as its tongue poked in and out like a lizard, lapping at the white. A tiny bead pearled on its chin in the rush to drink every bit in sight.

John grinned, ear to ear. "So cute…" He muttered and the animal below whipped its head around with a seeming sneer. The human flinched. That was cold even from a cute, tiny cat.

When the nasty cat was finished and licking its pawls almost like it was a chore than natural, John crept down behind it and captured it in the blue towel. He rubbed here and there, un-caking its fur and cleaning its face from new milk and older dirt.

"That's a good boy!" John chirped. He had decided that he was going to refer to this thing as male until proven otherwise because looking for his self would have been a major invasion of personal privacy. It may have only been a cat but still it was weird to just yank its tail up and inspect… He mentally compared it to trying to look up a girl's skirt.

He could feel the cat squirm under his touches, but that didn't slow him down. He even whistled a soft tune as he went along with his charge. The cat bucked up into the towel after a while of trying to fight against this strange pink, giant. John guessed that the little guy kind of liked it now, so he rubbed a little faster until he felt those bumps again. They were a concern to the spectacled boy.

John put the blue plush towel on the floor in front of the feline as a means of distraction as he worked his way to the back of the fluffy head to inspect those small knots. His fluff ball dove for the object, swatting at it playfully...or vengefully, John couldn't tell the difference at this point. His new roommate was an oddball at that. This cat acted like he had a vendetta or something against kindness...

Finally, after entertaining the thought in his brain, John grabbed for the feline, but had minimal success. The animal let out a shriek that didn't sound like it should have come from the throat of a cat, but none the less, John tried again and this time triumphed! He held the beast in place and fondled the little nubs as gently as he could. Soon, the beast was no more and something along the lines of subdued pile of mush in beneath his hands. That was odd, hell, this cat was ODD!

With a little more rubbing, the cat had sank to the floor in a hypothetical puddle. John couldn't help but chuckle at the little thing. It was too dang cute! "You like that little guy?" He cooed to the puddle of fur. It purred back at him giving even more meaning to his smile.

Slowly he picked the cat up and set it on his bedspread. It rutted around then found a comfy spot and settled in it. It was sound asleep in moments.

With nothing else to do, the blue-eyed boy decided to catch up some homework that he had neglected to get done the night before. He sat at his computer typing in numbers then transferring them to his math notebook. Not that math wasn't boring or anything...but he couldn't help but glance back over at the slumbering fur ball on his bed.

It was so peaceful while asleep, it reminded the prankster of a furry angel.