Your name is Karkat Vantas and god is your life fucked up. Even your friends agree.

The young troll growled under his breath, breaking up the small talk that the others had started. "Will you all just shut up for a moment?" He shouted.

The sound of his voice got the others to look at him, crossing their arms. "Karkat, you ruined the beeeeeeeest part of the story!"

Karkat looked up, watching Vriska angrily. "You go on way too long with those shit stories of you. We've heard about the god damn ancestors. Why don't you give us new stories?" He demanded.

"It's hard to come up with ideas at times. Half of you don't believe shit-"

"You should watch your language Serket."

Vriska sneered at the other who had spoken. "Still unable to replace your own horn Zahhak?" She demanded, lifting her own metal arm in preparation to smack the sweaty troll, clenching her fist as there was a hand placed on the arm.

"There is no need to fight Vriska. Equius was merely stating that watching your language might be a good thing to do."

Vriska pulled away from the other troll, turning to face her with a raised eyebrow. "Oh right, like our lusii are really going to give a fuck how we speak. We haven't seen any other trolls around. Don't you find that a little strange?"

The troll crossed her arms, looking away. "Vriska, that is not what I meant."

"Kanaya, we all knew what you meant." Karkat said, standing up and walking away from them. "Why don't we just split for the day? The sun is almost ready to rise."

"Karkat, I wish to speak to you before we disperse." Kanaya said, walking towards the shorter troll.

He glanced at her, nodding before glaring at the other ten, who shuffled, getting up and exiting out of the door. "What do you Kanaya?"

"I have received a letter that I believe might be from someone outside of here." Kanaya said. "And I wanted to know what your thoughts were on it."

Karkat took the note, frowning.

Hello,

If you are reading this note that means that you have survived the first fifteen years of your life. You may have wondered if you are all alone, but we have been watching you, studying you. Soon, you will understand who "we" are. Tomorrow night, meet at the edge of the western forest. I know known of you twelve have ventured far, but leave behind whatever you may consider yours. You will have no use of it. We have studied your violent tendencies and we have no problem killing you on sight if you try to attack us.

Signless

Karkat glanced up at Kanaya, frowning. "Signless?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "This is some kind of joke you thought up while Vriska was telling that god forsaken story, right?"

"This is not my hand writing Karkat. I believe it may be someone trying to contact us. This could be the moment when we meet what's beyond this plain. Is it not something you would be interested in? It seems to state without really doing so that they will find us even if we do not come." Kanaya said.

"Then we'll meet them at the god damn western edge of the forest. I don't see how this could go over well. If anything happens, I won't be afraid to-"

Kanaya raised a hand, cutting him off before she let out a sigh. "I believe that we should do as this says. We do not know what will happen, true, but we can still take a chance."

Karkat let out a grunt of anger, but nodded after a bit of thought. "We'll go but at the first sight of danger, we're going to fuck some shit up." Karkat said, glancing at Kanaya.

"That is always the solution to danger." Kanaya agreed, turning to look outside the hive. "I shall be on my way Karkat. See you tomorrow night."

Karkat nodded, watching the troll leave the hive before he glanced around the small building. It wasn't much, but it had been home to him for the last seven and some sweeps that he had lived there. It had also been here were his lusus had died.

He shivered at the thought, thinking about the crab that raised him, shaking his head to clear it. He glanced around the small hive, turning to head to the 'coon that he and the others used. He put his hand in the slime, wondering what made it before he shrugged, not really wanting to know the answer.

He settled down in the slime, closing his eyes as he thought about the note. For some reason, it reminded him of something, a vague shape taking place in his mind before the image vanished. He curled up in the slime, his mind wandering as he lay there.

He shifted uneasily in his 'coon, looking up at the ceiling of the hive before he settled down, closing his eyes and relaxing.

Recording has started: It has been a little over eight years since we have started this project. Even with our numbers down to four, we still push on. We have been watching the trolls, they seem to be maturing, their eye colors changing, their horns growing. This life is unique, each troll having a different aspect that has been carried on and being portrayed in different ways.

We have still not quite pinned down Subject Cancer's blood color yet, he is being really secretive but The Signless has a feeling it will be the same red as human blood color. I am unsure as to why he came to such a conclusion, but I will let him have his own thoughts as it is his subject to watch over.

Subject Virgo seems to be rather fond of her "moth mom". They seem close, though she has picked up some rather interesting interactions with the Scorpio Subject. They seem to be friends in some way, but the trolls seem to still be too young to really observe.

I have to wonder if they really have solid genders. They seem to flirt too and from both definite genders without a thought. This is something that both Subject Taurus and Subject Ampora do often. We have been listening to them and they seem to have preferred nouns but there is no definite way of finding their genders.

This is an issue that seems to worry The Psiioniic, but the other two seem just fine with it. I wonder what the other eight would have said to our findings. The Capricorn Subject has found ways to pacify his anger, though I doubt they will last for long.

We have gone for and beyond what was originally asked of us and I know The Signless is proud, but the others seemed to have forgotten their biological children in the process. I know my own parenting has been suffering as late, but I fear that in the end, my child shall understand.

I have an interest in Subject Virgo. The subject is something I would have hoped for my own daughter to have; a taste in fashion and an interest in motherly activities. Subject Virgo seems to also have a rather strange...acquired taste in blood. I am not sure how or when this developed but it is quite unnerving.

I sort of miss having the others around. This project would be a bit easier with more of us and we could be able to see our families more, but we knew the sacrifices such a long project would cost. I only hope the others are happier not being a part of this.

This is log 88, The Dolorosa signing out.