Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you're the head of a local mafia family. But, you don't really consider it a mafia, it's just some friends of yours that happen to work together to make some extra cash through less than legal means. But whether or not you consider it a real mafia or not, you're in some pretty deep shit. You pour yourself a glass of scotch and wonder how things ended up this way, as you start to feel the alcohol take effect your memory wanders and you think back to how it all started.

*FLASHBACK*

You were 13 at the time and you had recently acquired a large sum of cash and an abandoned warehouse through the death of some long forgotten uncle. You were going there to at least see what you now owned, because why the fuck not. When you arrived there, you were surprised to see lights coming out of the windows. You walk in and find that the warehouse you had thought abandoned was actually full of what appeared to be homeless people. They seemed oblivious to you and went about their business in the manner that made it appear as if they had been here for a while. You stand in the doorway shocked for a second before you shout out at the top of your lungs," WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" A silence falls across the warehouse as they all stop what they're doing and look up at you.

Slowly, a small child starts to walk towards you. She was wearing a green adult's trench coat that looked many sizes too big for her, a blue wool hat that slipped forward over her eyes so that she had to adjust it every few steps, an old black T-shirt, and something blue was covering her feet, but you could tell what hell it was. When she was just a few steps away her footsteps slowed down and she came to a halt a few feet in front of you. "well, um, sir we kinda, live here...," she stammers out slowly, clearly nervous, but gaining confidence," and, we've b33n living here for quite a while, and so i'd be really happy if you ... let us stay here." She finishes her statement almost in a whisper.

You open your mouth to shout out that they can't stay here, because you own it and that they have no right to be here, but something stops you. You can't take help it, but looking at this kids eyes, you feel that you just can't do anything that'd make her unhappy. She just looks so innocent wrapped in that giant trench coat, looking up at you pleadingly. You lean over and put your hand on her head and say in the least shouting way possible," Of course you can stay here, but you know if you're going to stay here, then I guess I better start making this hell hole a little more habitable."

A smile of realization spread across her face and she leapt at you in a flying hug shouting, "Really Mister! You're the best!" You stood there for a moment surprised by this; you hadn't had any human contact in years, much less a hug.

After you're shock wore away it turned into momentary happiness and you out this kid on your shoulders and turned to the rest of the warehouse occupants who were still standing and watching you, and shouted, "HEAR THAT FUCKERS, YOU GET TO STAY, AND I'M EVEN GOING TO IMPROVE THIS HELL HOLE FOR YOU LITTLE SHITS SO YOU BETTER BE DAMN HAPPY!" For a moment the warehouse was silent, but then a single massive cheer erupted from all throughout the warehouse.

As the cheer starts to fade and the occupants start to rejoice, somebody else starts to walk up to you. He looks like a bloke that could move a train single-handedly if he wanted to, he was wearing a broken pair of glasses, a cheap hat, and was wearing fucking shorts and a sleeveless top even though it was mid-winter. "E%cuse me sir, I'd like to thank you for your generosity, but I'd also like to retrieve my acquaintance from your shoulders," as he extends his arms in a gesture to take the kid off your shoulders. You reluctantly allow him to gently take the kid.

After the kid is taken down you lean over and ask the kid, "What's your name?"

She cheerfully replies, "nepeta! say, mister, you'll come back right?"

"Of course I will, and next time I'll bring you something," you reply with a gentle smile on your face. And now is about the time that your brother finally got out of the car and entered the warehouse.

"Karkat, what's taking y9u so long? I thought y9u were just taking a … quick … look…," Kankri's sentence comes to a halting stop as he takes in his surroundings. "Karkat, who are all these people and what are they doing here?"

You almost laugh, for a second there your brother was speechless, and that's a rare event. You quickly shout, "THESE PEOPLE ARE THE RESIDENTS OF OUR BRAND FUCKING NEW COMMUNITY HOME!" You had just decided that you didn't need the warehouse anyway, and these people definitely needed it. "I'VE ALSO DECIDED THAT IMPROVING THIS PLACE IS A GREAT INVESTMENT FOR OUR NEW FOUND WEALTH, DON'T YOU AGREE?" Kankri just nodded slowly as his eyes continued to wander about the warehouse.

*END FLASHBACK*