So this is my humanstuck dabble fic, the setting it them living in the same apartment. I will write little storys for most of the homestuck characters from most of there points of view. Feel free to send me ideas that you wouldnt mind me writting about. Shout out to my beta, Kurohane Ookami for betaing the chapters that I wrote at midnight with a headache. I own none of Hussie's Homestuck.
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Karkat was pacing the room again for the hundredth time that night.
"I'm going to kill that motherfucking son of a bitch."
Well, if he's not dead in a ditch somewhere. The rent is due tomorrow and being the moron that he was, he let Gamzee hang on to it. Why had he let his stoned roommate hang on to the rent? In what world was that a good plan?
Karkat glanced at the clock. One in the fucking morning and he was no where to be fucking seen. He was getting tired after six hours of pacing. Dragging an armchair in front of the door, he planted himself down, and within a half hour was dead asleep.
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It was six thirty when Karkat woke up, and he bolted out of the chair in a flurry of motion. His landlady would be around by seven and Gamzee was nowhere to be seen!
Seven- no sign of Gamzee or the landlady.
Seven thirty with no sign of either and Karkat was panicking. What if she knew and was up in her smug little office writing the eviction notice!?
He heard a key in the lock, and he flinched, unsure if he should listen to the fight or flight instincts that were screaming that the window was only a couple feet away and he would be perfectly fine-
Gamzee opened the door and stood there for a long moment, wearing the same damn thing he'd been wearing for the last week- black baggy pants, purple t-shirt over green and black long sleeved shirt. Karkat didn't even look at the mess of hair that he didn't even want to know how was taken care of.
"GAMZEE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN AND WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR RENT MONEY!?"
Gamzee, clearly stoned to hell, gave him a calm look before muttering, "Calm down my mother-fucking bro- I gave it to our mother-fucking sis who owns the place." and sauntered into his room.
Karkat stalked over to the phone on the wall, quietly seething.
"Hello Miss Condescension, I was calling to double check that Gamzee had given you the rent money. Oh, he caught you before you could walk out the door. Great. That's all thanks. Bye."
He let out a yell of frustration, picked up a frying pan, and walked into Gamzee's room.
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Hope you enjoyed my first chapter, please review.