Hey guys, it's been a really REALLY long time. I hope that someone is still reading because this story is still alive. I wont waste your time on this intro so, here you go.

After his run in with Dr. Crocker, Sollux was in no mood to talk. He tried to go back to normal, to their routine, and they forced him to break further out instead. He was sick of being here, locked up, confined. He was practically dragged back into the group room, a stoic look on his face, fuming internally at the helplessness of his situation. It finally hit him that he was in a hospital again, and there was no telling when he would get out. He belonged to the mental health system, and he was theirs to do what they wanted. There was no running away. It's the same feeling every time, and every time he wondered how the feeling ever left him. He didn't want sleep, no, his skin felt too thick on his body, things felt wrong. He wanted something to feel different. Whether it be the comfort of a new friend, or the ache of an injury, he didn't really care.

As he was walked in, all eyes turned to face him, silently observing his panic. His palms were sweating and his head was pounding. He sad down on a green plastic chair, emanating a "get the fuck away from me" vibe. But of course nobody leaves him alone. What fun would that be? It was Gamzee who came by and sat next to him. Too spaced out on what ever medication he was given to care or really even notice that Sollux didn't want to talk. But when Sollux tuned into the conversation, he found himself really interested. Gamzee seemed to pick up information everywhere. You just had to know how to translate his ramblings.

"There's all up an' gonna' be a motherfuckin' new kid here soon!"

"Uh-huh... What makth you thay that?" Sollux halfheartedly replied, still not in much of a talking mood. He wanted to keep this conversation going though, and Gamzee seemed to need some prodding to stay on track.

"The wicked mirthful messiahs told me Sol-bro! They showed me up in my squishy puzzle solver*!"

"The CUNT-NUT read it off of the whiteboard in the nurses station", Karkat butted into the conversation in a way that is only acceptable if you're Karkat, his voice raising slightly at the insult.

"Wow, that'th thome colorful language you have there KK", snarked Sollux.

"Shut the fuck up dick-weed" Karkat shot back, almost playfully.

They continued to insult each other, with the use of many interesting and questionable remarks and hand gestures for some time, until Sollux finally began to calm down, which coincidentally was around the time they had run out of new words to use.

They sat in silence for a few moments, before Sollux began to sniggle* slightly, and although Karkat tried to maintain his trademark grimace he too could not keep from cracking a smile. Soon both boys were laughing, soaking in all of the stereotypical 'bro' moment as if they were good friends... and maybe they were, in their own fucked up way.

"Tho KK, whoth the new kid anyway?" Sollux asked, still recovering from his laughing fit.

"How the hell do you expect me to know her whole name Sollux? Aradoa Medical maybe? Arehdia Medigol? Megidolla? 'Murica? Fuck, I don't even kno-" He was cut off by Sollux.

"Aradia Megido?"

"FUCK! YES! PRAISE WHAT EVER NONESISTANT LORD YOU CHOOSE! How did you know?

The color drained from Sollux's face. And his face contorted downwards.

"It'th a long thtory..."

As a note:

Squishy puzzle solver*! = Brain

Sniggle = Kind of like a crude snort/giggle sound