The furious tapping of clawed nails hitting the a keyboard reverberated through the darkened room. it was loud, bouncing off the walls as a troll set hunched over at his desk. teeth gritting together in frustration as his eyes narrowed onto the screen. How the hell was he suppose to accurately get his point across when his message partner was constantly away from his husktop? Another bout of taps, how he had not broken the mechanical keys was honestly unclear. The troll finally leaned back in frustration, his hands going through his hair as he growled out. The dim glow of the monitor was all that could be seen in the room. His recuperacoon pressed against the wall adjacent to his desk. There wasn't much to the room besides a small stack of movies and romcom posters lining the walls.
"Damn it Makara! Answer me!" Of course said troll was miles away on some beach and could not hear his demands. Then it finally happened. There was the sharp ping of a notification. Look who finally decided to show up to the fucking party. The damned clown, late as always.
- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling terminallyCapricious [TC] -
CG: GAMZEE, WHERE THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ARE YOU? HAS YOUR THINK PAN BEEN JETISON OFF ALTERNAI? ARE YOU BULGE DEEP IN THE ARMADA ALREADY? YOU HAVEN'T EVEN READ A SINGLE FUCKING MESSAGE, HAVE YOU?!
CG: ARE YOU EVEN STILL ALIVE AT THIS POINT? OR DID YOU FINALLY FUCKING STARVE ON YOUR PISS POOR DIET OF SOPOR AND "MIRACLES"?
TC: HeY mY mOtHeRfUcKiNg InVeRtA bRoThEr. I jUsT wOrK uP sO i DiDn'T aLl Up AnD mEaN tO aCt LiKe I wAs IgNoRiNg YoU aT aLl.
TC: BuT wHaT's GoT yOuR tHiNkPaN uP iN a TwItSt? ShIt LaY iT oN a BrOtHeR. i'M jUsT oUt HeRe SiTtInG wItH mY fEeT iN tHe MoThErFuCkInG sAnDs. YoU eVeR bEeN nEaR sAnD kArBeO? pReTtY bItCh TiTs WiLd.
CG: NO GAMZEE.
CG: I HAVE NEVER BEEN NEAR THE FUCKING OCEAN. NOR DO I EVER PLAN ON GOING NEAR A PLACE THAT WILL END IN AN UNTIMLEY DEMISE.
CG: GODDAMN IT YOU ARE GETTING ME OFF TRACK HERE. LOOK I NEED A MOIRAIL RIGHT FUCKING NOW. I AM GOING THROUGH THE WRINGER HERE AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I AM FLIPPING BULGE OVER EARS HERE.
TC: WeLl LaY iT oN mE. i Am AlL eArS. oR uH.. eYeS? sInCe I'm ReAdInG tHe ShIt AfTeR aLl. MoThErFuCkInG sEmAnTiCs, NoNe Of ThAt ShIt MaTtErS aNyWaY.
CG: ALRIGHT LOOK CLOWN ASS. I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY.
CG: GOT IT?
TC: GoT iT bEsT fRiEnD.
CG: THANK YOU GEEZE. YOU KNOW THAT LITTLE ISSUE WE TALKED ABOUT A FEW SWEEPS AGO?
TC: WiCh OnE? bEcAuSw We Go OvEr A lOt Of ShIt DaIlY aNd I cAn'T kEeP mY mOtHeRfUcKiNg PaN sTrAiGhT oN aLl Of It SoMeTiMeS, yOu KnOw?
Karkat sighed through his nose. He knew he was not actually mad at Gamzee. He knew that he was just frustrated with his entire situation. He has known this troll since they were four sweeps. Gamzee will be turning eight sweeps in a few days. He was approaching that quickly as well. As he edged up to it he was seeing unwanted changing in himself. That accursed hue of his blood starting to lick from his pupil into his irese. Like Flakes of Fire against a grey backdrop. Almost impossible to hide with how bright the color ran. Mutant red. Disgusting.
CG: ALRIGHT WE CAN GO OVER IT AGAIN. IT IS THE *WHOLE* FUCKING REASON I PHYSICALLY CANNOT HEAD TO THE BEACH FOR MY OWN SAFETY. REMEMBER THAT CONVERSATION RIGHT?
TC: OoOoOh YeAh I kNoW wHaT yOu ArE tAlKiNg AbOuT nOw. WhAt HaPpEnEd? YoU oKaY? sHiT bRo If I nEeD tO cOmE oVeR i CaN. i MeAn I tHiNk. I dOn'T rEaLlY kNoW hOw FaR aWaY a MoThErFuCkEr Is FrOhm ThIs BiTcHiN bEaCh.
CG: I'M FINE, PHYSICALLY AT LEAST. I JUST NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A DAMN CLUE WHAT I CAN DO. SHIT I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW YOU, OUT OF EVERY MOUTH BREATHING MORONS, THAT WE HANG OUT WITH CAN EITHER NOT COMPREHEND OR JUST NOT GIVE ENOUGH OF A FUCK TO NOT THREATEN TO CULL ME ON SIGHT. BUT HERE WE ARE.
CG: I AM GETTING CLOSER TO ACTUALLY HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT PEOPLE GIVEING ME A GLANCE AND KNOWING I AM A GENETIC MISTAKE.
TC: I dOn'T rEaLlY kNoW wHaT aLl I cAn Do To HeLp WiTh ThAt. BuT i CaN bE tHeRe To MaKe YoU cHiLl OuT fOr A bIt.
TC: YoU kNoW a WhOlE fEeLiNgS jAm In ThE hOrN pIlE?
TC: ThEn I dOnNo
TC: JuSt Go FrOm ThErE i GuEsS. i MeAn ShIt YoU aRe OnE oF tHe MoSt MiRaCuLoUs MoThErFuCkErS tHiS pLaNeT hAs EvEr SeEn. AiN't No WaY yOu ArE gOiNg To GeT aLl Up AnD cUlLeD oVeR sOmE bUlLsHiT.
CG: MAYBE.
CG: SHIT I DON'T KNOW GAMZEE...
CG: BUT IT WOULD BE NICE TO NOT BEING ALONE. YEAH WE CAN TRY TO FIND A WAY TO GET YOU HERE.
Karkat leaned back in his seat. Starting to feel the frustration fade only slightly. While him and Gamzee had been moirails for almost four sweeps they had never met in person. He has met almost everyone else in their little group. Hell he lived in the same town as Sollux did. They hung out on the regular. But the clown lived miles out, on some secluded beach surrounded by rocks. Hell Karkat wasn't even sure he has ever physically met another troll. While he had tried to make the trek out to him Karkat would stop at the edge of town. Too afraid to run into anyone who was itching to cull something. But if he could meet Gamzee half way. Then he can have his moirail living with him.
GC: SEND ME YOUR LOCATION AND WE CAN TRY TO MEET.
He almost couldn't belive he waa doing this. But he needed someone. He needed someone to rely on. That won't stab him in the back. However Karkat wound lever get a reply back. This plan would never come to fruition. Minutes turned to hours quickly. Still nothing. At first he thought Gamzee had just spaced out again. He tried sending a few more messages. His worry only heightened as the hours ticked by, dawn would be approaching them soon.
CG: GAMZEE? HELLO?
CG: ARE YOU OKAY?
- terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] -