Be Awake
You're now awake again. You had passed out an indeterminable amount of time ago in your large pile of fresh towels. What sort of f001ishness caused someone as STRONG as you to pass out so quickly? Even as you think upon the cause of the problem, you instantaneously deem it to be a lowb100d horsing around. Your bets are on that insufferable cherry bl00ded fool the trolls consider some kind of leader. You begin to sweat lightly thinking about what in the hay he was doing to cause this (pardon your l00d language)
Announce your STRONG name, Equius.
Equius? You immediately brush off that silly attempted guess at your title. Your proud name is obviously Equia. You're the strongest troll, b100b100d girl, and you consider yourself the most adept mechanic in existence. You adjust your thick cracked sunglasses, and find some of your silk black mane in your eyes.
Tie you hair up like a horse's tail!
You're way ahead of yourself! You grab a convenient b100 rubber band you had and you carefully put up your long black hair into a high ponytail. A glance into a nearby cracked mirror shows a dozen of you with your hair tied so that it really does look like a hoofbeast tail! Perfect. You look down at yourself, your normally tight black tang top is 100se on your body… oh dear, and you seem to have forgotten to bind your chest. Also… why are you wearing… boxers? Your face turns bright b100; you're not at all sure how this happened. You need a fresh towel.
Uhh, swap characters…
You've now swapped characters… wait
That.
Makes.
No.
GLUBBING.
SENSE!
It makes even less sense than the fact that you just woke up on the floor in a rainbow skirt and matching coral heels! Seriously, you can't even remember what happened before that; you hit your head so hard on this cod-damned floor! You think you were probably on Trollian or somefin… You quickly change yourself out of the flowy and feminine skirt you refuse to believe you were even wearing. You put on a pair of black shorts with pink, blue and green stripes on the sides. Your shirt was a little tight, but that's how you normally wear it. You kick off the ridiculous shoes too.
Explain you hair in detail.
Wha- you know what, fine. Why the glub not? It's like it usually is! Short black locks of wavy hair, you keep it short so it's manageable. Sea-dweller hair is really thick and hard to manage… you prefer it this way anyways, so that it doesn't get tangled in your horns or something stupid like that. Is this a glubbing good enough explanation for yourself?
Uhh, let's go with yes.
You let out an aggravated glub and adjust your very manly hot pink goggles. You walk over to your cuttle-top and check your Trollian account. Shore enough, there she is, your borderline obsessive moirail who's seriously pushing lately. You're only half reluctant to answer Erida… your not exactly in the mood for her brand of stupidity.
CC- W)(at t)(e glub do you want -Erida?
CA- Oh, wwell glub me for wwantin' to check in on my moiral!
CA- My cod, Ferefi! Wwhy are you so irritable?
CC- I've just been )(aving suc)( a cod-awful day! I just woke up on t)(e floor in…
CA- In wwhat?
CC- …A skirt
CA- Wwoww…
CA- Well, if it's any consolation, I wwoke up in a pair of ovversized pants and shirt…
CC- T)(AT'S NOFIN! I )(AD ON A PAIR OF PANTI-ES, ERIDA, PANTI-ES!
CA- I wwoke up in boxers…
CC- …
CA- …
Be Erida
You're now the highblood fish-girl having a super awkward conversation with your moiral. You think he's your moiral anyway… In the afterlife, you and Ferefi got along swimmingly, but now… not as much.
You sigh deeply at the possible loss of your only quadrant and cuddle into your warm blue scarf. You're glad you still had that on when you woke up, along with your fabulous cape. Embarrassingly enough, you've misplaced your 'bra' as the humans call it, and you had to bind your large chest. Your long sleeved black shirt is kinda tight around your chest for some reason. Your lucky you found a nice black and royal blue skirt hidden in the back of your closet with a tube top and some nice purple heels, but you think the tube top would be even tighter.
Ohhh snap, anyways would you explain your h-
Your hair is glubbing perfect, thank yourself very much! It goes down past your shoulders, almost to your hips. The wavy black locks often get tangled, but it's just so pretty and soft, you could us it as a pillow if you reely wanted to! And your thick purple streak of hair works as bangs and makes you look reely cute even when it gets caught in your nerdy glasses.
Oh, gog.
Your thick black glasses look super cute, and your shiny purple lipgloss tastes just like sweetened plums or some other deliciously frosted purple fruit.
Just…
Plus your silky purple cape is soft and looks reely cool today! And everyone is probably jellyfish of your amazingly soft skin.
Kinda…
Not to mentions your actually reely thin! Seriously, for cod's sake why aren't the boys swarming you? Or the girls, you're not picky, in fact you might even prefer a certain mustard blood. Sillux's lisp is just too cute sometimes!
Shut…
Cod, she might not exactly have that much of a chest, but those pisonics are kinda hot…
UP!
You're shutting up… in fact you weren't even talking… but… uhh… okay… your not exactly confident enough to withstand that yelling. You're almost quivering, but you've only just woken up on the floor.
Oh, sorry Tavros.
T-tavros? No… uhh… good guess though. Your name is Tavras. You pick yourself up off the floor and you're, uhh, currently very happy that you have your mechanical legs from Equia. Even Ross's scientific advancements couldn't get you back your, uhh, legs, because a certain spider jerk still has them! Stupid Vrisko! You even had a redrom with that bastard in the dream bubbles. Now he just hangs it over your head whenever he wants something from you. You wouldn't even want a kismesissitude with that egotistical jerk.
I would ask for your appearance, but how about your quadrants instead?
Uhh, you'd much rather explain your appearance. Currently, uhh, you have a really dark orange on your face, uhh, because… that question was just, uhh, embarrassing. You're currently trying desperately to cover your face with your hair, but you have one side of your head shaved so, uhh, it isn't really working out for you… Your one side of hair covers one eye and goes down to your, uhh, shoulder. You're wearing your black shirt and short-sleeved jacket, uhh, oh… Your blush darkens as you see that your shirt is not only extremely, uhh, tight… but you also forgot to wear bindings… Your blush deepens as you see you've forgotten to wear your shorts, and your metal legs are entirely bare… You normal put on some short for the sake of, uhh, decency. Crap now your going to have to go find someone to, uhh, hold up your shirt while you, uhh, yeah… and… the, uhh, shorts. Your face is impossibly warm right now, you must be turning entirely rust orange…
Well, I've embarrassed poor Tav enough! Let's move on to Sillux!
Why in gog's name would you want to be Sillux? You're obviously Karkit, who is just barely cognitive at the moment. Why would you even want to be that double-douche bitch anyways? Ugh, whatever. You pick yourself up off the floor, rubbing your head and attempting to remember what the fuck just went down. Oh, yeah! You were going to give that bastard Ross a fucking piece of your mind! You didn't find him, and so you flipped a fucking table. Shit, Ross and Kanayo are gonna be piiiiiised.
Karkit, turn around.
You turn around and see Ross and Kanayo… dressed in DRAG? "WHAT THE FUCK?" You scream at the top of your lungs.
Ross, currently wearing a tight white shirt with his signature squiddle on the front and a short black skirt that is really not doing anything for his thin frame. "Karkit, before I explain this to you, which I don't feel the need to anyway, please do enlighten me on why you flipped a table full of dangerous chemicals." He crosses his pale arms over his chest, completing his drag-queen look he has going on.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT, FUCKASS! IF YOU HAD BEEN IN THE LAB WHEN I WALKED IN, I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO FLIP MY SHIT." You scream at that insufferable bastard, with his drag on pretending to be all authoritative, hell no. "IF ANYTHING I SHOULD BE ASKING YOU TO EXPLAIN WHAT IN THE FUCKING GOG FORSAKEN HELL IS GOING ON WITH YOU TWO?" I gesture to both of their ridiculous outfits.
Kanayo glowers at me elegantly. He's wearing a black shirt with his jade Virgo symbol on it, like he usually does. But he also has on a long red skirt, which you admit is actually kinda good on him. His drinker glow is on full power, and is he… wearing… green lipstick? What in the actual fuck? "Listen Karkit. I Can Appreciate The Fact That The Only Thing Shorter Than Your Temper Is You, But You Really Must Desist These Constant Outbursts." He speaks in his usual, well thought out way. "Ross And I Have No Clue What Happened, But I Have A Vague Idea That Something Is Wrong." He puts his hand to his face in a 'I'm thinking' way. "Something Seems Off About Everything."
"PFFT, YEAH, YOU TWO NOOKSUCKERS ARE DRESSED LIKE CHICKS! THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG!" You brush off, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Karkit, I'd imagine you don't remember wearing… that, to the lab." Ross smirks slightly as he assesses your wardrobe.
"THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ASSHOLE-" You cut yourself off as you look down, you're in your usual black sweater with your cancer sign on it, but for some reason you're wearing khaki pants that are way to high up on your waist. You're also… wearing… BOXERS?! "WH-WHAT IN THE EVER-LIVING FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" You panic, feeling a blush build up on your cheeks.
Ross and Kanayo drag you to the large computer room as your blush calms down. You would attempt to tell them to stop at your room to get some less male underwear, but they are guys so that is out of the question.
So, Karkit, sup with your hair?
You nearly facepalm at that ridiculous question at a time like this, seriously. But, it might distract you from your embarrassment, so why the fuck not? It's actually kinda long, goes down just past your shoulders. It's kinda soft but mostly it's just hair. I mean, who gives a shit about your hair? Oh, look, your blush calmed down. Thanks for the fucking stupid question.
Soon enough some trolls start to pile into the room, Equia, Tavras, Erida, Ferefi, and Vrisko all show up around the same time. Those morons jabber about what horrible shit happened to them when they woke up, blah blah, whatever.
I'm tired of being Karkit, she's a bitch…
Naw, don't be up and dissing your best motherfucking friend. That just ain't cool, sister. I mean, Siskit can be kinda rude sometimes, but she's your motherfucking moiral and you wouldn't up and change her for anything.
Oh, sup Gamzee?
Naw, motherfucker, you're name ain't Gamzee. It's Gamzette. You're just up and motherfucking chilling on your motherfucking couch. Praise the messiahs this couch is motherfucking comfy. You rub your face on the couch; not giving a motherfuck if your makeup gets messed up. You'll up and fix it motherfucking later anyways. You grab a half-empty grape Faygo off the floor and chug that motherfucker faster than a motherfucking miracle. You sit up and find some of your motherfucking messy hair in your face. Eh, whatever. Your messy and unmanageable goes down past your hips and it makes a motherfucking amazing pillow sometimes. You run your fingers through it, or at least motherfucking try, it really is messy.
Uh, Gamzette, do you notice anything different about your outfit?
You look down at your outfit. HoNk. The only motherfucking difference is that your motherfucking shirt is kinda motherfucking tight around your boobs. Motherfucker is actually really tight. HoNk. You swear this motherfucker used to be motherfucking loose! Must be a motherfucking miracle. You take the motherfucking shirt off and notice you didn't motherfucking bind your chest… at least that is up and normal. You get up and shuffle through some junk on the floor to find something to wear. "HONK. Where the MOTHERFUCKING hell is my SHIRT?" You growl.
Calm down, sister.
Yeah, yeah. What the motherfuck ever. Your coming down from your high pretty motherfucking quickly and you begin to claw through the shit on the floor angrily. In the end, you don't find motherfucking anything. You take the old shirt off the couch and rip it so that the shirt would only cover your boobs, then you rip the sleeves off. You slip it back on and find that it works better like this. You take a few deep breaths and go over to your makeup. You plaster your face with white, and put extra black on your lips. You smile lazily at yourself, your usual motherfucking grin. You nip your finger and put three purple finger prints under each eye. There. That looks motherfucking miraculous. You flash yourself a motherfucking murderous grin.
Woah… Heavy shit.
Umm, let's just stop here
I'm think this is an okay stopping point…
Sigh, anyways. On a side note because I'm trying to be a good little author after having basically my life ripped away from me for two days (I got suspended; 3 thanks my friend ) Anyways. I want to know your OTP's. (One true pairings, any quadrant) completely not relevant to the story, though, nooooope. ^^ Seriously, just make some pairings, my good reader.
Love- L and Ren