It's been hours. You lost count after the third one passed. You sit on the couch now at Dave's feet with your knees tucked into your chest with your arms wrapped around them. You glance back at Dave every once in awhile when your thoughts leave you alone to see if he is in check. Dave hasn't budged since you hit him with the door. Will Dave be okay?

You didn't hit him that hard, you're not Equius. You remember him being strong, but you don't remember anything else. Nepeta always told you stories about him breaking everything on accident now that you think about it. You don't really remember having patience for them.

On the bright side, you're remembering small things. You know how to read a few letters, you have a concept of time now, you can remember a few small things about all your so called 'friends', and you know your name. That's a pretty decent start. All you can't remember is how you feel. You have no idea if you ever liked John as a friend, or Dave, Terezi, Nepeta, Kanaya, or anyone. You feel emotionless towards them sadly, yet you depend on them greatly.

You wish John was here, he would do things for you. He would tell you things you don't know about yourself yet, he would get you milk that wasn't a part of a science project- whatever science is. John would be crying about those retarded things called feelings and you could learn more. All you want to do is learn, remember, and progress. You feel like a huge idiot.

You sense the couch cushions shifting. You glance at Dave to see him turning in his sleep. He must be waking up or something. You watch intently as Dave slowly stops moving and opens an eye hesitantly.

"Dave?" You say quietly, slightly afraid.

"Hmm?" Dave mumbles.

"You sleepy?" You ask.

"Uh, yeah kind of." Dave says barely audible. "What happened?"

"I hit you with a door- i mean you fell asleep on the couch," You lie.

"Huh. I don't remember doing that." Dave says still sounding dazed.

"You were just SO tired, you passed right out," You lie with a nervous smile.

"I'm still tired..." Dave says and simply face plants the couch cushion.

"When is John getting home?" You ask a little desperately.

"Huh?" Dave says still face down.

"Nevermind,"

You sigh and get up, heading towards the kitchen. You're hungry and have no idea if you can eat anything without harming yourself. Note to self, no curtled milk. You walk to the fridge and open it cautiously,remembering the cold from before. You quickly snatch the first thing you see and shut the door. You look at what your loot is. A pudding cup of awesomeness lay in your hands.

Yet, you have no idea if it's really pudding. The word just popped into your head: Pudding. You have no idea what pudding is, but you remember its name vividly. You wrestle the wrapper off and put your finger in the cup. You take it out to behold the marvelous custard substance and put it in your mouth.

Butterscotch. That's the flavor. It's really good but you have no idea if its supposed to be edible. You take your finger out and look back down at the pudding. You sniff it. It smells good, it tastes good, so it must be good. You begin to eat more and more of the pudding.

You finish the cup promptly and find yourself still hungry. Your stomach aches at the lack of food, and you go back to the fridge. You open the door and grab a handful of the pudding cups this time.

This was going to end very well.

Hours later, this did not end very well.

You lay on the counter surrounded by an army of empty pudding cups and a single messy and still sticky finger. You continue to lick it and attempt to get the flavor off as you hear the front door open. John's home!?

You jump off the counter, knocking over all the empty pudding cups. You carelessly run out the kitchen leaving the mess behind, eagerly wanting to see John. John is just stepping in, looking wary and tired, and an armful of books. You run up to him excitedly, hiked up on sugar, and hug him tightly.

"Ack!" John drops his books in surprise and relaxes slightly when he sees it's you. He smiles a little sheepishly. "Hey Karkat...wow you're excited."

"Yeah!" You shut your eyes in delight and hug him tighter, so relieved he's home again. You don't let go as John progresses to greater anxiety. John eventually breaks your arms apart and picks up his books.

"Have a good day? Where's Dave?" John asks.

"He woke up for a bit," You remember, eyes widening and glancing back. "But he fell asleep saying he was tired still."

"Does he know you hit him?" John whispers.

"No, he didn't show any memory of it." You utter back.

"Good." John smiles and makes his way up the stairs to his room. You follow him loyally, and watch him as he lugs the weight up the stairs. He huffs a bit once he gets up to the second story, and opens the door with his foot since his hands are full. You walk in as John sets all his crap down with a thud. You excitedly plop onto John's bed, almost shaking from all the sugar.

"Are you okay? You're a lot more... active than usual." John eyes you suspiciously as he sits at his desk.

"I'm great!" You smile widely and flop on your back.

"Karkat, did you eat something?" John says passively as he begins to type.

"Yes!" You respond in a yip.

"What?" John sighs.

"Pudding," You squish your face in between your hands.

"How much?"

"All of it."

"Karkat, i had like twenty cups."

"Yep!"

"That was supposed to last over a month. How long did it take you to eat those?"

"Hour an a half."

"Karkat, lay down and relax."

"But i'm feeling SO HAPPY."

"Karkat. Calm your tits."

"I don't even know what tits ARE."

"Relax..."

"Ehehehehehehe."

John responds with an annoyed sigh and logs off his pesterchum. He watches you with a bored expression as you flail around excitedly on your pudding high. You roll around, unable to contain your energy. You hit the wall from moving too much and simply break into laughter. You hear John snicker and stifle a laugh.

"Jawwwwwn." You moan.

"What?"

"I wanna see Davebear."

"Davebear?"

"Dave. Bear."

"Dave?"

"Yeah,"

"He's sleeping."

"No, he's sulking."

"So?"

"I wanna cheer him up."

"Alright,"

John gets up from his desk and grabs your arm and tugs you off the bed. You giggle and stand and make your way out of the bedroom as John leads. You walk down the stairs as John reaches Dave. You stop at the bottom of the stairs when you see him gently pat Dave's shoulder. Dave turns groggily and gives John a questioning look. John smiles and you hear him talk to him in a gentle way. Dave is silent. John frowns. You frown too, confused. Dave sits up and looks around curiously and takes his shades off. John goes silent too. What's going on with Dave?