A troll is saved from himself
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Exactly one unspecified unit of time later…
A couple is bickering. No, more like fighting, arguing, using words that…well…are too graphic for public eye to read. Though, judging by other fanfictions, I didn't know it was possible…
Just for the hell of it, I will let you name this couple. Have at it.
Enter Name: HARNRY RAVENKLAUS
Enter Name: THEODORE BEAR
Really?! What. The. Fuck!? Did you just pull those names out of your ass or what?! So what, did you decide that since they aren't our typical characters, they don't deserve names as bad as the ones you gave them?! TRY AGAIN, MORON!
Enter name: POOPSMELL RUINSEVERYTHING
Enter Name: WHOREFACE ASSWIPE
That's. Fucking. Better.
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As previously mentioned, Poopsmell Ruinseverything and Whoreface Asswipe, are currently arguing using language too graphic for public eyes to read.
"Don't $ %$% ^#%^&% tell me I can't $$%^ $ help my #$#$ self, Karkat," Poopsmell shouts. See, even Fanfiction doesn't even recognize these words.
"#$^#$ #^$#% $#%!#$%$#, JOHN, I TOLD YOU THAT WE DON'T NEED TO ##$%$## SOCIALIZE WITH THEM," Whoreface shouts as a reply.
"Why not?!"
"BECAUSE ONE: WE ALREADY AGREED THAT WE WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING REGARDING THEM EVER AGAIN! TWO: AS YOUR MATESPRIT, I FORBID YOU TO!"
"I am insulted that you would ever dare say something like that! Just because we're matesprits doesn't mean that either of us has the right to forbid the other from doing anything!" Poopsmell, a.k.a John's Godhead, knocks a rather expensive looking lamp off an end table in the living room, hoping to hit his matesprit with it, but fails to. They've been arguing like this for almost twenty-six hours nonstop. The Mansion of Breath is trashed almost completely. It will take days for even the Bitch Witch, as the mortals have come to call Jade's Godhead, to clean it. And she has the power of a first guardian.
"YOU CAN'T BE INSULTED BY THIS WHEN YOU'RE BREAKING YOUR OWN LAW! AS I RECALL, YOU ARE THE ONE THAT SAID ABSOLUTELY NO MORE FUCKING INTERACTION!"
"That was before my mortal self decided to become a #$ #$%#%$# weretroll!"
"A WHAT?!" Whoreface, a.k.a. Karkat's Godhead, has no idea what this even is, and if it weren't for continual mentioning of helping mortal John, he would have completely forgotten what this argument is about. First, the Heir says that he needs the Knight's help to help his mortal self. Now, his mortal self is a…weretroll? What the fuck?
All of mortal John and Karkat's random petty arguments combined is but a singularity compared to this fight between the godheads.
Meanwhile, back on the planet somewhere…
Getting into more detail about the city: for about twenty-six hours, it has been pounded by a severe storm. Fortunately, all of the kids' houses are out in the country, so they aren't being affected, but in the actual city itself, no. Dad and his employees have been trapped inside bakery. No one can go outside for fear of being swept away by the wind or pierced to death by rain, which looks suspiciously red. To make matters worse, power is out in the entire city. Over seven hundred thousand people are in the dark. And everyone that wasn't involved in the fight at school is trapped somewhere inside the school, where water threatens to flood, being so close to the lake.
But we aren't concerned about any of that. Not yet, anyway.
After finally getting away from a horrible wreck that blocked the road, Rose and the rest of the clan, aside from Jake and Jane, head off again in search for the Midnight Crew and especially John. Dirk has been trying for several hours to get a hold of Jake, who seems to be ignoring him again, just like in Sburb. "I knew getting back into this relationship was a bad idea," he says, frustrated as he puts his phone away. Roxy, just being Roxy, decides that now is a good time to tell him that Jake has discovered that Jane is a "psychotic bitch," as he put it.
"Well, he seems to go for that type," Dirk replies, "I don't really see the difference between a psychotic bitch and a cerulean girl."
"Oh, Dirk," Jade says, turning around to face him, "he's probably preoccupied with Casey."
"No, he isn't Jade. Before we all met, we were in a relationship and he ignored me for like, half a fucking year. I don't think he's preoccupied with anything."
"Dirk, you're just being paranoid. After all, he seemed pretty desperate to get you back. I don't see why he would just start ignoring you again. Grow up, and accept the fact that maybe he just can't get to his phone right now. The battery might be dead, or Jane might have it hidden. In case you haven't noticed, when she's determined to punish someone and needs help, she doesn't letting any distractions through." Then, to herself, Jade continues, "I wonder if she was like that pre-scratch."
A few minutes of group discussion later and Rose's psychological talents seem to have Dirk calmed down and thinking rational, or somewhat rational at the very least, thoughts. And what they all fail to notice as they drive through a small town appears to be a small grey car reminiscent to the one Karkat had, sitting in the parking lot of an abandoned motel along with a few others.
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Seconds after the van containing the kids and two trolls passes the motel, Kankri and Cronus appear from the semi-thick bush to the side of the parking lot. They had quickly learned that this human-like species seems to detest trolls a couple hours after they left the house. The two dancestors notice that this old building must have been a place of resting at one point in time, and decide to check it out for a place to rest themselves. But what sparks Kankri's interest, is that when they're about to enter a room, he notices a gray car with a rather odd license plate: CRBDD 1, or sounded out, Crabdad One. "Uh, Cronus, I think we should go to this room over here," he says, pulling the temporarily crippled troll over to a door a couple tens of feet down the building.
"Why this one," Cronus asks.
"I just have a hunch that we should try this one." Kankri stops rolling Cronus and goes up to the door. It is mysteriously unlocked, so he turns the doorknob and pushes the door open. The sudden rush of musty air makes him cringe his nose as it blows past his face. He almost coughs.
"Judging by your expression, I don't think this place is safe," Cronus speaks up. "Perhaps we should just keep on moving."
"No, he's here."
"Who?"
"Karkat!" Kankri rolls his eyes at Cronus' stupidity and pushes him in, much to his dismay. After they both get in Kankri closes the door. The musty odor only gets worse the farther in the small room they go.
Both trolls notice what appears to be a "mattress," something that the humans or whatever species inhabits this planet uses as a recuperacoon, on the floor with a couple thin blankets, plus a rather large, thick one like a "sleeping bag." They also notice where it appears that the dust has been disturbed by something. They assume that something to be Karkat. Kankri leaves Cronus alone in the wheeled chair to explore the small room. By the old dresser across from the mattress, he notices that something had rubbed away some of the top of it. He gets closer and sees that each spot is about the width of his arms. Someone was here not too long ago.
Just then Cronus points out a quite sound coming from another room that must be attached to this one. When Kankri turns to go over to the door to see what it is, he steps on something on the floor. "What the heck?" he turns back around and looks down on the floor. Did I just step on a bug or something?"
"I don't know," Cronus replies as he eyes whatever is on the floor. "But I ain't picking it up. That floor is way too dirty."
"Cronus, you're a baby," Kankri says as he bends down to get a closer look. After taking a few seconds to take in the strange object, he carefully picks it up with his index finger and thumb. "It's a ring," he says, holding it up.
"Let me see it," Cronus says and is handed the ring. He inspects it as thoroughly as possible in the dim light. "It appears to be what these people call a "ruby" ring. That means it's worth quite a bit." He looks up at Kankri, who nods and motions for him to go back on. He looks back down at it. After turning it a few times, he sees something that he's never seen before. "There appears to be writing on the inside." He tries to rub it, but it doesn't come off. "It seems to be engraved into it. Hehe, who ever heard of an engraved ring."
"Just read it!"
"Fine, hold your hoofbeasts. 'No matter what we're put through, we'll still be together. Our love is eternal.' Do you think this could be that blue boy that we suspected Karkat of liking?"
"It's quite possible. I knew from the start that Karkat didn't deserve him. I knew he would go do something like this—abandon my dancestor. I swear, when I find this John, I'll kill him, but not before I give him a rather extensive lecture as to why what he did is wrong."
"Uh, Kankri," Cronus says, pinching the bridge between his eyes, " No one deserves that. Just kill him and get it done and over with. Spare him the misery of one of your lectures."
"I don't have to."
"Please, just drop the subject." Then he remembers the slight sound. "Weren't you about to investigate that sound?"
"What sound…oh, yeah. I forgot." Kankri gets up and walks over to the door at the end of the room. He puts his ear up against it. "It sounds like water." Slowly and nervously, as if hesitating, he turns the knob. He hears a slight click, which tells him the door is unlocked and ready to be opened. He breathes in a deep breath and slowly exhales. He slowly pushes the door open to reveal a pitch-black room. The faint light from outside this other room slightly illuminates the contents of this one: a toilet, a sink, a mysterious fabric-looking wall with the sound of running water loud and on the other side. Watching carefully, he notices the fabric-looking wall move slightly. He assumes that Karkat is probably on the other side and isn't even aware of his presence. He slowly walks up to the fabric-like wall and touches it. Oh, it's a curtain. He grabs a hold of the end and pulls it back, revealing an ablution trap with something crouched up inside it. Water sprays out of a weird thing in the wall and lands on and around the figure in the ablution trap. Kankri bends down to get a hopefully better look at the figures face. He sees it to be none other than Karkat. Without words he reaches over and shuts the water off and reaches one of his arms around Karkat. The young live troll is shivering violently and doesn't seem to care about the presence touching him. Kankri wordlessly helps his dancestor up out of the ablution trap and escorts him back to the mattress, laying him down and covering him up with the blankets. Yes, believe it or not, not everything Kankri does involves talking or trigger warnings.
Author: Singularity – An infinitely small, infinitely dense point in space, theoretically found at the heart of a black hole. In other words, used in context counting only the small part—nothing compared to the argument between the two godheads.