You Can't Play With Broken Toys

by kingapplebutter

Prompt fill for Kink Meme. AU, everyone is on the Troll's Meteor with no immediate threat. John was raped/sexually abused before the Sburb started, and one of the Trolls brings this to everyone's attention, not understanding what it was. Story revolves around the fallout of this revelation with his friends and some Dave x John fluff. Sadstuck, M mostly for language. Pretty short.

1. Chapter One

….

tentacleTherapist [TT] responded to memo.

TT: John, what is he talking about?

CG: OH YOU DIDN'T KNOW?

CG: I GUESS I'M NOT THE ONLY FUCKING ONE.

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 2 WEEKS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCG: FUCK. STOP. STOP RIGHT THERE.

CG banned FCG from responding to memo.

CG: HMM? SEEMS FUTURE ME DOESNT WANT ME TO MENTION IT.

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG2] 2 WEEKS 5 MINUTES FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCG2: NO FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID NOOKSUCKER.

CG banned FCG2 from responding to memo.

CG: SHUT UP.

CG: ANYWAY.

CG: YOU NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION JOHN.

CG: WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS ADULT HUMAN?

EB: i don't know what you're talking about.

CG: DONT BE STUPID. I CAN SEE YOU DOING IT. REMEMBER?

CG: ALL THAT FUCKING NONLINEAR CONVERSATIONAL TIME SHIT THAT HAPPENED, OH, I DON'T KNOW, ALL YOUR FUCKING LIFE?

CG: …

CG: WHY? WHAT IS IT?

CG: SOME DISGUSTING HUMAN HABIT IM SURE?

TT: Karkat, whatever it is you happen to be raving about, I have a feeling you ought to move this conversation somewhere a bit more private.

TT: Or better yet, it seems to me that it might be in your best interest to just drop the subject.

CG: HA! I FUCKING KNEW IT.

CG: IT'S SOMETHING GROSS. MAKES FUCKING SENSE, I KNEW HUMANS WERE WEIRD.

CG: WHAT IS IT? I'M FUCKING DYING OVER HERE. I HAVEN'T SEEN ROSE DO IT. OR DAVE. FUCK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE.

EB: like you said, just some gross human thing.

EB: your stupid alien mind wouldn't understand.

EB: just drop it.

TT: John, I think it's best that I contact you privately.

TT ceased responding to memo.

CG: YOURE KILLING ME OVER HERE.

CG: ADS;FJGAFL

CG: JKSBdsgfiur84

CG: Y7UBK KHY

turntechGodhead [TG] responded to memo.

TG: jegus nubby cant you go one fucking moment

TG: without having a fucking temper tantrum?

gallowsCalibrator [GC] responded to memo.

GC: THAT WASNT ME GOD DAMMIT.

CG: H3H3H3 1 COULD SM3LL YOU FROM ACROSS TH3 ROOM KARKAT

CG: YOUR CUR1OS1TY SM3LLS L1K3 C4T BR34TH :]

GC: GOD DAMMIT GIVE ME BACK MY COMPUTER.

CG: H3H3H3

CG: JOHN T3LL US MOR3!

EB: THERE'S NOTHING TO FUCKING TELL!

EB ceased responding to memo.

GC: H1S WORDS T4ST3 L1K3 D3C31T 4ND 4NG3R :]

GC: TH3Y 4R3 SP1CY :O

TG: gee thanks terezi

TG: what am i chopped liver?

GC: D4V3 YOUR WORDS W1LL 4LW4YS T4ST3 B3ST TO M3

CG banned GC from responding to memo.

CG banned TG from responding to memo.

CG: GOD DAMMIT.

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG3] 2 WEEKS 1 HOUR FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCG3: YOU SHIT HEAD.

FCG3 banned himself from responding to memo.

CG: WHAT?

The young Heir of Breath stares passively past the screen of his cosbytop, the dim blue glow it emanated washes over his face, casting eerie shadows upon his vaguely melancholic countenance. He sits there for a moment longer, just staring into the darkness, lost in thought, until after the sharp ping of pesterchum's notification system alerted him to the presence of Rose's pestering.

God damn he always forgets to turn that sound off, it scares the shit out of him almost every time.

After a moment of hesitation, John submits, knowing full well that Rose has already dug her heels into the issue, and will not be deterred. He opens the chat log, and finds himself confronted with a single, pink, question.

— tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB]—

TT: John, perhaps you could illuminate me as to what Karkat was going on about just now?

EB: i don't know what he was talking about.

TT: John, you know that I can tell when you're lying to me, so why even bother?

TT: This is something serious, isn't?

EB: it's nothing

EB: just leave me alone

EB: i don't need you to fucking psychoanalyze me or whatever

TT: I can honestly say that I wasn't planning on it.

TT: Really, John, I've known you for quite some time, I can make an educated guess, especially with what Karkat has brought into the open.

TT: But I won't push you to say anything don't want to say. Nothing matters if it doesn't come out of your mouth.

EB: …

— ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 10:34 PM —

John quickly shut his cosbytop, resigning himself to the darkness of his bedroom. He just sits there for what feels like hours— not thinking or moving, but rather, just sitting, staring into space — until he finally climbs into bed, his body a thousand times heavier than ever before. As he pulls the covers over his head, he can't help but to stifle a sob.