A young human boy scampered down a darkly colored wooded dock. The air was crisp on the gradually darkening days that the autumn season promised. The small child giggled as his thick, yet well-built father slowly followed him in a slow and leisurely pace. "Come on daddy! It was just here! Come on!" the boy chirped.
The boy lowered his speed as he was nearing the edge of the dock He turned around to face his old father as he made his way down. "Come on slow-poke!" "I'm making my way as fast as I can Karkat. You know I'm not as young as I used to be." Karkat scrunched up his nose in a playful way. "Bluh, bluh, bluh!" The somewhat crabby dad let out a hefty chuckle full of heart. He completed the trail that the dock had led him to and was at level with the boy named Karkat.
"So what is it that you had to show me son?", the man inquired. "Well…I saw this fishy looking boy here just a minute ago and he…he…he was just so weird and cool! And even his hair was purple! I can't find him anymore and I want you to see him!" The man lifted his brows. "Well, we'll just have to find him together. You know what this means?" Karkat had a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Are we, could we, will we?" The man just smirked in the quick questions that flowed hastily out of his son's mouth.
Father and son labored on to the small fishing boat that the male parent had as his own possession for his local fishing business. Even though the two were the only humans in a weird and magical world, they began to search for the little boy's fish friend and for once pretended like they weren't the outcasts in a childish game of acceptance.