Damn guys, I'm really sorry it took me so long to write this chapter! I don't know what happened, I just couldn't work on this for a few days. Since I feel really bad and hate guilt, I've decided to add a little something special.

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I drew this a while ago, though I never could finish Dave's hands, so I never got around to posting it on my dA or anything. It kind of fits, I think, so enjoy both the picture and the chapter! If the pesterchum conversations seem kind of strange, I'm sorry, I'm bad at those. Also, I can't remember if I based the format for the conversations on the comic or the actual Trollian program I have. Also, thanks to my awesome matesprit who I hope reads this/ Anyway, read!


-gallowsCallibrator[GC] began trolling turntechGodhead[TG]-

GC: H3LLO D4V3

TG: hey terezi

TG: so do you wanna come over on saturday

TG: to yknow discuss our project

GC: W1LL TH3R3 B3 MOR3 CH3RR13S :?

TG: sure

GC: Y3S :]

TG: cool so should i pick you up or do you want my address

GC: 1 DOUBT SOLLUX OR K4RK4T WOULD L1K3 TO BR1NG M3 TH3R3 4ND B4CK

GC: PL34S3 P1CK M3 UP

TG: alright

TG: also there was one other thing i wanted to ask you

GC: 4SK 4W4Y

TG: could i have your friends handles too

TG: for john and rose

GC: SUR3, K4RK4T 1S C4RC1NOG3N3T1C1ST 4ND SOLLUX 1S TW1N4RM4G3DDONS

TG: cool thanks see you saturday

GC: GOODBY3

-gallowsCallibrator[GC] ceased trolling turntechGodhead[TG]-

-ectoBiologist[EB] began pestering carcinoGeneticist[CG]-

EB: hi Karkat!

CG: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?

EB: it's John, from school.

CG: HOW THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU GET MY HANDLE?

EB: Dave gave it to me! :B

CG: HOW DID HE GET IT?

EB: i dunno. i just asked if he knew and he did.

CG: TELL HIM HE IS A SACK OF SHIT AND THAT HE SHOULDN'T GIVE OTHER PEOPLES' HANDLES OUT, IT'S FUCKING RUDE.

EB: i'll pass the message on later.

CG: WHY DID YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME?

EB: i guess you just kind of intrigue me. how's it possible that you stay angry all the time?

CG: IT'S JUST MY FUCKING TALENT, I GUESS.

EB: i'm sure you've got other talents, don't you?

CG: NO, BULGE MUNCHER, OBVIOUSLY NOT. THE ONLY THING I CAN DO IS BE ANGRY.

EB: aw, i'm sure that's not true!

CG: IT WAS SARCASM, YOU DUMB FUCK.

EB: well that wasn't very nice.

CG: NO SHIT, SHERLOCK.

EB: jeez Karkat. calm down.

CG: I AM CALM. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I AM NOT CALM?

EB: how you're typing in all caps?

CG: I ALWAYS TYPE LIKE THIS.

EB: why?

CG: NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. NOW, IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING IMPORTANT TO SAY, I'LL BE LEAVING.

EB: no, wait!

EB: i just wanted to get to know you kind of better.

CG: WHY?

EB: i want to be your friend.

CG: AGAIN, WHY?

EB: you're just so different! all of you are! and i think i like it a lot.

CG: DIFFERENT? HOW ARE WE DIFFERENT?

EB: that's kind of what i was hoing to find out.

EB: anyway, I have some stuff to do, and you don't really seem like you want to talk, so I'll just go then. okay?

CG: FINALLY.

CG: BUT IF YOU WANT, I GUESS YOU COULD MESSAGE ME LATER OR SOMETHING. YOU AREN'T *THAT* ANNOYING.

EB: great! talk to you later then, i won't forget! :B bye!

-ectoBiologist[EB] ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist[CG]-

-tentacleTherapist[TT] began pestering twinArmageddons[TA]-

TT: Hello, Sollux.

TA: who ii2 thii2

TT: Rose. I had Dave ask Terezi for your handle, I hope you don't mind.

TA: iit'2 fiine

TT: We didn't get to talk much about our project in class, do you have a certain theme in

mind?

TA: no do you

TT: I do not, but perhaps we can come up with our themes together?

TA: yeah 2ure what were you thiinkiing

TT: Well, I'm sure both of us will write best if we pick themes that reflect our lives and interests, so are there any themes you can think of that play a part in your everyday life or past?

TA: maybe... dualiity ii2 kiind of iimportant to me ii liike iit a lot

TT: That seems like an interesting theme to work with. Great idea.

TA: thank2 what'2 your iidea

TT: I've always loved the supernatural, do you think we could work that into it?

TA: that 2eem2 pretty ea2y yeah ii'm 2ure we can

TT: Wonderful. Would you like to come to my house this weekend, or should I come to yours?

TA: ii don't thiink briingiing vii2iitor2 here would be a great iidea

TT: Alright, I'm available on Saturday, then. May I ask why you do not like visitors?

TA: lot2 of people liive wiith u2 and ii don't thiink they would take kiindly to 2tranger2

TT: Why would that be?

TA: they don't liike people much

TA: that'2 why they deciided not to go to 2chool wiith u2

TT: Do they take online classes, then?

TA: no why

TT: Well, they are school-aged, aren't they?

TA: ye2

TA: but we kiind of have a 2peciial 2iituatiion

TT: Care to explain it to me?

TA: not partiicularly

TT: Alright. I'll expect you on Saturday, then? I'm afraid I must go now.

TA: yeah 2ure 2ee you then

-tentacleTherapist[TT] ceased pestering twinArmageddons[TA]-

The morning after the three conversations began normally. Sollux and Terezi went to their class with Dave, beginning to fall into a routine. Terezi and Dave wrote together and talked, and Dave reminded her that he was picking her up the next day. The class ended, Terezi went with Karkat. Another class ended, she was still with Karkat. That one ended as well, and she switched the mutant for a yellow blood. After a fourth class, they walked to the commons area and sat with Karkat. Shortly after, they were again joined by Dave, John, and Rose.

"Hey, TZ, want some more cherries?" Dave nudged Terezi's arm and pushed another container of fruit in front of her. She grinned and plunged her fingers into the plastic tub, plucking out a cherry and chomping on it happily.

"Terezi, wipe your fucking mouth," Karkat growled, "You look like you're eating internal organs."

"Maybe I am eating internal organs, Karkat. You never know," she wiped a bit of the juice from her bottom lip.

"Um, Terezi, think you've got something there," Dave poked her chin where she had just wiped.

"Yes, it does appear you have something on your face," Rose commented, staring at her suspiciously. She had accidentally wiped off a smidge of her makeup with the juice, and Karkat and Sollux could not have looked more anxious.

"Let's go wash that off, okay?" Karkat stood and grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her up as well. She nodded and followed him to the bathroom, where he shoved her into the girls' side and, after a quick glance around, followed. "That was way too fucking close, Terezi!" he hissed.

"You don't think I know that?" she bared her sharp teeth and slipped her makeup compact out of her pocket, "Just help me get this shit back on!" Karkat growled under his breath and slapped some more makeup over the spot of gray on her chin.

"Be more careful next time, fucktard," he grumbled as he dragged her out of the bathroom and lead her back towards the table.

"What was that stuff, Terezi?" Dave had a curious tone when they returned.

"I don't know. How should I know?" she replied, her nervousness almost showing in her voice.

"Guess you're right," he shrugged and dropped the subject, turning to his human friends for another conversation.


Whoaa, intense, huh? Yeah, no. I suck at that. Something pretty big is about to happen, something I think everyone was secretly(some not so secretly) hoping for. You might be able to guess. Might. Well, I just have to say that the best inspiration to write when you can't find any is to go out and cosplay. My friend and I were Eridan and Kanaya the other day, and I have never been more pumped to toss a teabag in some half-boiled water and sit down to type for half an hour before. Kanaya is like my secret writing weapon. Something about all that white paint makes me love this even more.

REVIEW, PLEASE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH, AND NOW THAT SCHOOL IS STARTING AND I HAVE TWENTY(LITERALLY TWENTY) NOVELS TO CRAM INTO ABOUT A MONTH THEY'RE THE ONLY THING THAT WILL KEEP ME GOING. If I get five reviews on this chapter(and my obviously unbeatable PSHH nerd battle team makes it to regionals), then I will cosplay Kanaya to our battles. Last year I was England. I'll do it.