Karkat struggled against the mens' grips.
"No, I won't go! Unhand me! You can't make me!"

A particularly large man in a pure white jacket patted Karkat's shoulder.

"Don't worry, son. Where you're going, nothing will ever bother you again."

He was thrown into a cafeteria-like atmosphere, and, glancing around, was forced to sit down at a table next to someone muttering to themself and honking every now and then. A girl with long, black hair sauntered up to him and bent down, whispering into his ear.
"That's Gamzee. You wanna stay away from him- they haven't given him his medicine yet. Why don't you come and sit by me?"

Karkat looked up, raising an eyebrow. Where was he?

The girl noted his confusion, and took his hand. "It's okay, mister! Just come with me, I promise."

Shrugged, he stood and followed her to another table, where two boys and another girl were sitting. He lowered himself onto the bench tentatively, taking in his surroundings now that he wasn't worrying about the kid who seemed ready to murder someone.

"So, uh, where am I?" Karkat asked. One of the boys, who couldn't be older than 18, with dark brown hair and a purple streak down the front roots, responded.

"Well, first off you're at table four, an' second off you're at the Misfit Toy Factory."

"The what?"

The first girl smiled.
"Well, we don't really know what it's called! But we call it the Misfit Toy Factory, because this is where people are put when others just don't want to put up with them anymore. Apparently I'm just too peppy!"

Karkat winced at the whine in the end. "Uh, yeah. Why was I taken here? Who is everybody?"

The girl grinned.

"You were put here because nobody loved you! Oh, and I'm Feferi."

The first boy raised his hand after putting his head on the table. "I'm Eridan."

The other boy, who's hair was a deep black and hung down to his shoulders, looking oddly greasy yet attractive, grunted. "Equius."

The girl who had yet to speak looked up at Karkat, her eyes shining.

"M-my name's Nepeta."