Hey! Welcome to my second fanfiction. The first one I did was called Boredstuck, so if you haven't read that one, go check it out! I probably won't be updating every day for this one like I did with the aforementioned, but I hope to be updating frequently nonetheless. If the summary wasn't clear, this story takes place in an alternate version of Alternia where sgrub never existed. It has some pretty out-there ships (one being especially prominent) but you should know that I am one to ship pretty much everyone with everyone. I have no OTP because I love almost every ship I come across. Except, you know, I feel bad shipping Dirk with girls. Which is bizarre because I ship John, who is "not a homosexual", with a ton of male characters.
Shit, I'm rambling. Oh well (or should I say wwell) here's to another hopefully not awful, extremely OOC, shippy fan-fic. Enjoy!
-MaMJR
Sea salt.
You smell sea salt.
What? Why does your respite block smell like sea salt? And why does your head hurt so much. You groan, rubbing your eyelids. Your eyes start to sting as you accidentally rub salt into them.
"Fuck!"
You sit up quickly, wincing at the throbbing that occurs in your head. Your eyes burn from the salt so you can't open them. You feel like you are sitting on sand. You feel the ground with your hands and confirm that sand is indeed what you are sitting on. Judging by the sound of waves and smell of sea salt, you would guess that you were at a beach.
Why would you be at a beach? You blink your eyes slowly open, wiping away the tears that are flushing away the sand and see the rolling ocean waves underneath the moon. Behind you is a jungle, thick with trees.
You shiver, realizing that you are wet and cold. Your clothes are soaking wet, sand-encrusted and in tatters.
What happened?
You think you were talking to Gamzee. Oh right! He was trying to introduce you to his luscus. You remember waiting with him at the beach for hours. You finally gave up and got up to leave. Gamzee grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you closer to the water, begging you to wait a little longer for the "motherfucking miracles" to happen.
You pushed him away, causing him to stumble backwards and fall into the water. He sat in the ankle-deep water cluelessly for a good five minutes before you went to go help him up. The moment you stepped one foot in the water, a giant sea serpent burst out of the ocean.
You don't remember much after that.
You groan, pushing yourself to your feet. This isn't the same beach. Where are you? And how did you get here? You decide to walk along the shoreline to see if you get anywhere.
As you walk, you rub your arms, trying to warm them up. You wince at the contact. It almost feels like your skin is burned. You guess you were unconscious all day. It must have been last night you were hanging out with Gamzee.
Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a splash behind you. You whip around and slip on the wet sand. You fall on your ass and let out a long string of curses.
"Oh. You're awwake."
You look up to see Eridan Ampora standing over you, his cape and scarf fluttering in the ocean breeze. You scramble to your feet, not caring that you're flinging wet sand everywhere.
"What do you mean I'm awake? You saw me when I was unconscious? Where are we? How did I get here? What the fuck is going on?"
Eridan twists his scarf in his hands. You note that his clothes are completely dry and clean. Only his hair is wet.
"Wwell, I wwas just swwimin around and I heard a splash so I wwent towwards the noise. I saww you floatin and I kneww you're a land dwweller…"
He trails off, looking sheepish.
"So you brought me here." You finish for him.
He nods.
"Where exactly is 'here'?" You ask, trying to keep your temper under control.
"It's an island I found a wwhile ago."
"An island?" You grit your teeth in frustration. "Why the fuck would you take me to an island? How in shit-writhing hell am I supposed to get back to my hive?"
Eridan flinches.
"It wwas the closest dry land." He whines.
"Perfect. This is just shit-flipping perfect. I'm stuck on this hellhole of an island with no conceivable way of getting off and the only troll who knows where the fuck I am is an insufferable cape douche who wants to bring death and massacre to every troll who lives on land!"
Eridan frowns, tugging at his sleeve.
"I could just carry you back." He says.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Like I'd trust you not to just let me drown."
He crosses his arms and sticks out his bottom lip.
"I wwouldn't do that." He says.
You scoff.
"Sure you 'wwouldn't.'"
Eridan grits his teeth, pushing his fists down so that his arms are as straight as sticks.
"You knoww wwhat? Fine. Get back yourself or stay here for all I care."
He storms off into the water. It takes you a moment before you realize what is happening.
"Wait! Fuck. No, I didn't—"
But it's too late. He has already dived into the waves. You shake your fist at the rolling ocean and let out a long string of curses. When you are done, you pull at your hair and fall to your knees.
"See if I care! I'll get back on my own! I don't need you!"
You pant heavily after your little tantrum. A pinprick of light grows on the horizon. Fuck. The sun is coming up. You'd better find some shelter soon or your eyes are going to start to hurt pretty badly.
You trudge up the beach, feeling your digestion sack rumble. You realize you haven't eaten since last night. Oh well, that will have to wait. You approach the edge of the jungle and curl up under the protection of the trees. Your eyelids grow heavy and sleep beckons to you.
Your name is Karkat Vantas. You are cold, hungry, wet and alone. And yet for the first time in sweeps you find that sleep comes easily. You drift off into a deep slumber just as the sun is becoming a stripe of orange light over the horizon.