You are back to being bored again. You derped around your room for a good twenty minutes trying to find something entertaining to do, but come up with nothing. You are currently lying on your bed with your upper body dangling off the end and trying to lick your nose. This is what your boredom has resolved you to. You are thinking that it might be time to get up off of your ass and find out what everyone else is doing when you hear a knock on your door.
You attempt to sit up but end up losing your balance and falling off of the bed with a crash. You rub your head for a couple of seconds before remembering what you were doing and hopping nimbly to your feet.
You open the door and have only a millisecond to register the short troll that is standing in front of you before 108 pounds of Karkat hit you in the gut, effectively knocking you off of your feet.
You lie on the floor with Karkat's tiny frame hovering above you, blinking in confusion. He tries to pin your arms to the ground with one hand as he is holding something in the other hand. You push him off of you easily and force him to the ground, switching your positions.
"What the hell are you doing?" You ask, still completely confused.
He grins, showing off his sharp little troll teeth. You don't think you've ever seen him smile, much less like that. Honestly it's kind of freaking you out.
"I'm giving you a present, asslicker."
Your friend's bony knee comes up and jabs you in the gut, knocking the breath out of your lungs. In your moment of confusion, Karkat slips out from under you and pushes you against the nearest wall. He sits on your splayed legs and holds down one your arms with his own. He steps on your other arm with his foot. You struggle in vain, still completely baffled by the sudden attack,
Karkat holds in his other hand a…
No.
Hell no.
You feel your strength returning when you see that vile… thing. You succeed in pushing the bony troll off of you and begin to abscond. You almost successfully abscond, but just before you can reach the door, you are tackled to the ground. Karkat rolls your body over and before you can protest, shoves the cupcake into your mouth. You gag as the sickening sweetness invades your throat.
"Eat that fuckass!" He leaves the room.
You cough and splutter, trying to get the disgusting thing out of your mouth. There is frosting all over the carpet and your face but you don't care. If you don't get this taste out of your mouth right now, you think you are going to throw up.
You push yourself off of the ground, head-spinning from all of the sugar. You haven't tasted anything that sweet since… since…
Your sugar coated throat constricts as memories flood back to you. You clamp your hand over your mouth, leaning against the wall with the other. You don't care that you are getting frosting all over your fingers.
For a moment, you don't want the taste to leave. You don't want the memories to leave.
Then you remember how much they hurt, and the residue on your tongue turns sickening. It is no longer a question whether or not you are going to throw up; it is a fact.
You run down the hall to the bathroom and throw the door open, slamming it behind you so that no one can hear. You lean over the toilet but nothing comes up. After a couple of minutes of gagging, you sink to your knees and rest your head in your hands. You feel a lump rising in your throat.
No.
You push back all of the memories and stand up. You wash the frosting off of your face and out of your mouth and with it, the pain. You fill the void with the only other emotion that is powerful enough to combat it.
Anger.
You will make him pay for that.
Karkat Vantas had better watch out.
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Hey, so pretty soon the timeline is going to get pretty confusing, so I've added what day it is to each chapter title (in relationship to when they arrived in the house thing). I'm pretty sure this will suffice for now, but later I might start having to add something else to keep track. It's going to get pretty out of control pretty fast.
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