It was a week before the humans Twelfth Perigee's Eve, and Karkat was stumped. The trolls, or what was left of them, and the humans had decided to do a Secret Santa, who was apparently some happy old fat dude who ran around in an atrocious red suit, and crept into small human grubs windows and gave them gifts. And a Secret Santa was when you pretended to be this fat dude and give each other presents well, secretly.
This would normally be no problem, as the trolls went shopping quite a bit with no problems. But, this year, the gifts had to be homemade, thanks to one Miss Jade Harley and her ever doting sidekick Dave Strider, insisting that it meant more if the gifts were handmade, or some human bullshit like that. Karkat, of course, got John, the one person of whom annoyed and frustrated him to no end.
Normally, he would have just bought John something anyway, but somehow Jade knew who he had gotten, and plainly told him, on NO uncertain terms what-so-ever that he was to make him something, otherwise she would kindly kick his ass to Easter. Not that he was afraid of her or anything. Nope, not at all. He just wasn't very partial to bruises and/or bleeding.
So here he was. Stuck. What the fuck do you make for a boy like that. Sure, if he was Rose, he would probably knit him a sweater or some shit, and if he was Kanaya, he'd probably make him a new Heir of Breath outfit. But he wasn't knitting princess or fashion troll. He was even an artsy troll whatsoever. The extent of his craftiness was the glitter-and-noodle picture Strider made him make for "Ironic Purposes yo." He was Karkat Vantas. And he was stuck.
A/N: I really wanted to do a Christmas in July fic, so here you go!