That.
Liddle bit of drabble. No pairings, no OC's, just Karkat and his crabble.
Karkat slowly creeped towards that.
That was a fucking thing of beauty and companionship.
That was a thing that was his.
That was something that he would rather be caught dead with.
That was stuck underneath a certain couch.
As much as it would humiliate him, he had to get it back, otherwise the sleeplessness would be too much to handle.
Crab-dad had given it to him for his wriggling day, and he had almost never given it up.
He lowered himself to the floor, stalking like he was Nepeta.
He could have been, if he wanted to, but he wasn't, because he was fucking Karkat Vantas, looking for his fucking possession underneath a fucking couch.
Reaching under…
Almost…
Nearly…there…
"Hey Karkles. What's up?"
Got it.
He quickly shoved it behind his back, hoping that the new-comer didn't see it.
If he did, his reputation was done for.
Quickly walking to the door, he ignored the certain human giving him a questioning look.
Out the hallway.
Into his room.
Safe.
Reputation? Unbroken.
Sighing with relief, he snuggled down into his bed, clutching his precious crab plush like he would never let it go.
Mr Crabbles was never to go into the lounge again.
"Hey, Terezi?'
"Y3S?"
"Did you know that Karkat has a crab plushie?"