A/N: Here's a short update, again I must apologize for the lack of updates. I have actually been writing another book for NaNoWriMo and once I complete all 50K words to that, I will be devoting(hopefully) my time to finishing up this fanfic. Enjoy the chapter, sorry for the delays and sorry for it being rather short.

Chapter Nine

Karkat stared up at the ceiling, his sense stilled scrambled from the night before. He glanced around the small area, finding himself completely alone, the concept having nearly become lost to him. The room was bare except for a small dresser and the bed, his weapons-which he had thought lost for good about seven or eight months back-were neatly stacked on top of the dresser, a piece of paper tucked under them.

He dragged himself out of the comfy bed, rubbing his neck before he picked up the note, shivering.

"Project Cancer,

We have given back your weapons for the duration of this study. I want to see what you and your kind can do. You are at a human school, I doubt you would even know what I school is. You attend select classes from about eight in the morning until three pm. There is a class list attached to which you must attend every day excluding the weekends. I do expect you to leave your room but it will be locked from the outside at different times such as night, in which I expect you to remain inside. Those times are included below with the school list.

Your lives as experiments is coming to an end. The first of you to kill a human shall be the first of you euthanized at the end of this final experiment. Keep that in mind as you go to these classes. There are a couple things to know and note: You and the other experimental beings will have strict rules to follow. If you fail to follow these, we will force you to kill each other.

We may let one or two of you live, depending on how well you do. I have high hopes in you and you alone, Project Cancer. But we have no problems killing all of you if you fail to perform as we wish. See, the world that you were created into was this one. For everything else you thought was truth as a like, created to make you more comfortable in even the false home. But learn the truth and try not to kill anyone. Enjoy your last few months alive.

Dr. Vantas

Karkat glanced at the note, crumpling it angrily and tossing it at the wall before he picked up the sickles, putting them in his strife specibus to keep them safe. He rummaged through the dresser, putting on clean clothes before he walked across the small white room, trying the door which opened to his surprise.

Down the hall, he saw a figure shamble out of a room followed by another, one complaining about the night before as the other shook its hornless head. Karkat hesitated, having a very well developed sense of avoiding humans due to the last year before he slowly started following them, the base of his horns-which were covered by the hoodie that he had thrown on before leaving-itching.

"...still…."

"John, you worry way too much for what a normal person should worry about." The one wearing red commented, glancing behind him with a frown.

Karkat was nearly upon them at this point, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, long sleeves covered the skin on his arms, only his yellow eyes really being noticeable. "Hey, who are you suppose to be?" The first asked, frowning.

The troll froze, eyes darting back and forth between the two. "The name's Karkat," he offered hesitantly. "Several friends and I just got here….don't know if you had happened to see them?"

"You're one of the trolls, aren't you?" The blonde haired one asked, an eyebrow raising from behind its shades.

"Yeah, so what?" He demanded.

"I'm John and this is Dave," the first pushed Dave aside, smiling. "It's nice to meet-"

"Do I smell red in the vicinity? Chief Deputy Pyralsprite will have to get on the case,"

Karkat turned, waving slightly. "Come on over here Terezi. I was just wondering if I would find any of you. And yeah, someone is wearing a lot of red."

John shook his head, backing away from the second troll as she moved forward, her walking cane clicking against the tile. "Karkles, have you not found the others?"

"No, that's why I asked you. I was also hoping, since now that I found you, if you could sniff the others out. This is Dave and John," he added, Terezi moving closer to get a good sniff in.

"So you're part of the troll experiments?" Dave asked, Karkat turning to glare at him.

"I'm only going to tell you this once, so open your hearing ducts and get this imprinted in your think pan: We are not some shit stain experiments to oogle at, okay?" He snarled.

Dave stepped back, showing his hands in the air. "Okay, I got it," he promised, John nudging him with a frown.

Karkat turned to Terezi, John frowning and leaning forward as he thought he caught sight of a scar, the troll with red glasses eerily catching his gaze before she smiled and turned to walk away with the first troll.

"Dude, those...they were a lot different from what I thought they would be." Dave said, glancing over at John. "What do you think? I mean, obviously I thought they were different….god, let's just go find Rose and see what she thinks."

John nodded, following Dave before he glanced over his shoulder, thinking he heard the clicking of a cane as he watched the trolls until they were out of his vision and around the corner.