A/N: This is going to be largely drabblesque in nature and reviewers can submit commands which I will follow once this story gets going.

Eight kids, twenty four trolls, and two cherubs, some alive, some ghosts, stand in front of the ultimate reward.

"I feel like something's going to happen to fuck this up." Karkat said shakily. John laughed.

"Relax! We defeated Lord English and beat the game! Nothing could possibly go—" Karkat cut him off.

"John, do not finish that sentence. The very presence of that god damn sentence means that things are about to fuck up colossally."

"I still think that you're just being paranoid. Look, see?" John opened the door to the ultimate reward. "See? Nothing bad here. Wait, is that an elevator?"

"Great. A fucking elevator. My day just can't get any better." Karkat muttered, but nevertheless entered the elevator.

After everyone filed into the elevator that somehow had enough space to fit everyone, the elevator doors slid shut, even though the door was a door with hinges and not a slide door.

Elevator: Ascend

Elevator music plays softly as the elevator begins its ascension. A few token groans are made but are quieted down as the discontented are lulled by the almost universally soothing elevator music.

Except for that one douchebag.

You know, the one whose malevolence can not be lulled by any amount of elevator music. The one with a particular grudge against elevator music.

Yeah. Caliborn HATES elevator music.

Caliborn: Make it stop

No. Caliborn. Stop it. Put away the crowbar.

No, seriously. Stop it.

Look what you did.

You made the elevator music stop, but you broke the elevator.

Anything that happens now is your fault.

And something is going to happen. You can't just leave eight humans, twenty four trolls, and two cherubs in a confined space together for an indefinite period of time without something happening.

"Shut up."

God damn it, Caliborn.