"Two bottles of non-triggering drinks on the wall, two bottles of non triggering drinks! Take one down, pass it around, One bottle of non triggering drink on the wall."
Your car pulls up to the large reddish house that you were forced to move into. Your older brother Kankri started at a thousand bottles of 'non-triggering drinks' on the wall when you left. You wonder how your mother managed not to crash the car.
"Boys get out of the car!" Your mom calls out. You unbuckle your seatbelt and exit the car door. Looking up, you see your brother standing right in front of your way.
"Shit! Jeez Kankri, gimme some space!" You say, jumping back.
"I just wanted to see how my little brother was doing."
"I'm doing just great." You lied. It's not like you liked your old home, but you believe there is no perfect place until you are in complete isolation.
Your mother takes out a box from the trunk and smiles at you.
"I hear there are a lot of kids in the Square!"
Well fuck. You didn't plan on any other human-contact. Kankri smiles and takes his bag out from the trunk, running to hold the door for your mom. You take your bag and swing it over your shoulder, heading inside.
"Mom? When does the truck get here?"
"Today! Don't worry, All your stuff is there." Your mother is way too cheery. You go upstairs and head into your room. You had already installed your bed and desk so you didn't have to sleep on the ground tonight. You set your bag down on the ground and stare out the window. The clear glass leads to another house. It's teal and the window is covered in strange plants and colorful flowers. A girl opens the window and carries some stuffed plushies in her hands. She takes some rope from her room and ties it to the window, then to her toy's neck. Letting the toy fall, it hangs from her windowsill and she seems to be laughing. What a sicko. She looks up and tosses her blonde short hair back, waving at you. You jump back and remember that you were staring straight at her. You see her giggle as you wave back. She walks back into her house and you sigh.
Your mothers loud voice calls from downstairs. "Karkat! We have some guests!"
Already?