Boredom overtook you for the first time in almost a sweep. Being on the run constantly makes a Troll far too busy, there really wasn't really any time to be bored.

You're still laying on the floor, staring up at the top of the hut, this time, you were alone. The wonderful silence leaving you to your thoughts. You made sure to avoid the depressing ones , though. It was rather hard to keep your mind from going into the dark depths of your thinkpan. Instead, you attempt to remember the good memories. If you could even get to finding them, that is. You let your mind wander for a bit, hoping they'd come back on their own. You tend not to dwell on your past, but lately it's been rather hard /not/ to dwell on it. Seeing as how you had nothing better to do, you made an acception.

You remember when you had just turned 5 sweeps. You had already been enrolled in the Threshecutioner trainee program at the Empress' castle. Well, it wasn't much of a castle, it was more of a military base than anything. Though, her actual hive was connected to the top of it. But, you weren't allowed up there.

For your 5th wriggling day, the little heiress, Feferi, had taken you and two others up to her and the Empress' shared hive. It had been the only time the guards had let you into there. It was like she had planned ahead of time and told the guards to let you through. Dwelling on the fact was still rather weird.

The trip to the dining hall of the Empress' hive was terrifying in a way. You were incredibly nervous the entire time of you being there. You were still scared of the Empress at the time, due to her threatening to cull you if you were late to practice again or even missed a night. Because of this, you had returned to practice sick and spread your sickness to everyone and it fucked the entire trainee squad over. The Empress' stupidity was realized that day.

Your whole time of walking to the dining hall included you glancing around the rooms you entered in fear of seeing the Empress, laughs from the Trolls accompanying you, and the yellowblood, Mother Grub forbid remember his name, scaring you every so often and making you cry.

Now that you think about it, it wasn't all that great of a wriggling day. You cried a lot because of that asshole. But, aside from that, it was fun, you guess.

When you actually got to the dining hall, your expectations of it dropped, because when you got there, it was only a medium sized room with table and 6 chairs in the center. Though, it makes sense to you now, why it was small, you mean. Only two Trolls ate in there, after all. It didn't bother you at the time, either. You were just disappointed, kinda. The room was cozy and connected to a "Living room", whatever the hell that was. Thinking about it, you begin to wonder if it's the equivalent of an Entertainment Block. It would make sense if it was.

The "Living room" was full of book shelves, with lots of books filling its shelves. There was a large flat-screened Film Box, though it was more of an Film thin-rectangle than anything else. A very squishy, comfortable looking couch was in the center of the room, and you wanted to throw yourself on it and burrow yourself into the cushions. You were able to, actually, for about 3 minutes before the other 3 pushed there way onto the couch. In front of the couch was a coffe table with a few game grub cosoles place on top.

It was everything you ever dreamed of.

The four of you had played for hours in that room, switching between playing games on the various consoles, reading some of the books on the bookshelves, and watching movies on the "TV", as Feferi had called it. That was the night you realized your love for Romantic Comedies.

You remember that you, Feferi, and the violetblood had picked out a movie, and the yellowblood hated it. Half way through the movie, he had fallen asleep, his head in your lap and his legs stretched out across Feferi and the violetblood's. Every now and again, you would look down at him and smile. He had looked like a grub when he slept. You couldn't stop yourself from brushing his bangs out of his face and out from under those stupid 3D glasses he wore. He'd snort every so often in his sleep, and it would lighten the mood and get the 3 of you to stop crying at the sad parts.

You're not sure why you can only remember Feferi's name and not the other two. All you can remember about them is their appearances, and that the violetblood was related to Lieutenant Ampora. He was really gossipy and always had something to tell you. The two of you were deemed "Gossiping Bitches" by Feferi and the yellowblood.

If you remember correctly, you were rather close with the other guy, too. The two of you would bicker constantly, but that only strengthened your relationship. When you'd start to feel guilty about all the things you'd said to him, you'd always ask him if you were still friends, and of course, each time, he'd reply with a yes. He had this really stupid nickname for you. It was, like, "KK" or something dumb like that. When you had time to, you'd always go to his living area in the base and play game grubs with him. You even spent a few days over there.

Whoa, your train of thought went completely off the handle there. Get back to the party, numbnuts!

Once all of the movies you had planned out were done with, Feferi dragged all of you back into the dining hall. There was a girl about a sweep older than you, setting down a platter of cake. The frosting was grey, and it had 3 smaller layers stacked on top of the main layer of the cake. There were green frosting flowers spread around the edges of each layer. Thinking back to that cake is starting to make your stomach growl. Just the sight of it made you hungry. When you actually got around to eating the cake, you were literally drooling. It tasted like what you thought heaven was like compacted into a 4 layered cake!

The girl who had served you and your 3 buddies had asked you if she could have a small slice. Being the young, friendly pupa you were, you let her have a chunk off of the middle layer. She had smiled and thanked you, telling you that she was very grateful to your generosity. The girl had scarfed that fucking cake down like she hadn't eaten in sweeps. You were surprised that she could even stomach such a large piece of the cake.

After that, you had decided to talk to her a bit more, and find out more about her. You learned her name was Kanaya, and she was one of the Empress' servants. She helped design Feferi and the Empress' clothing along with her Genetic Donor.

You had made sure to look around for Kanaya whenever you could, and certain times you had found her speaking to a woman who was about 14 or 15 sweeps old. She looked exactly like Kanaya, except she was older. She was gorgeous. The clothing she was dressed in made you gape at her in pure astonishment. It was like she was some type of Goddess (back when you even believed in that bullshit). A real, living Goddess. You don't know what happened to that woman from then on. You never really saw her around the base after seeing her talking with Kanaya. After that, you only saw Kanaya around.

But, from then on, you and Kanaya become really close, and she'd join you, Feferi, and the other two douchebags in your antics around the base when you had spare time. Your youth is something you really adore thinking about. Particularly because it was so fun, and you had people you could trust to be around.

You wonder what happened to them once you left.

Sighing, you come out of your thoughts, leaning forward and rubbing your forehead. You were completely and utterly exhausted. It felt like you had all of the energy drained out of you. You stand up, stretching out your body, before the curtain of the hut is pulled open, gently. Gamzee enters with a smile on his face.

"Time to hit the sopor, Karbro." He tells you. You stare at him with a confused look on your face. Was it really that late? You walk passed him and poke your head out of the curtain, and you're nearly blinded by the fucking sun. You jump back quickly and rub your eyes. Holy shit, that was close. "Watch yourself there, brother. Don't wanna motherfuckin' burn out your ocular jellies."

"Yeah, no fucking shit." You grunt, squinting so you could try to see better. You think you actually blinded yourself a bit there. Well, fuck. Gamzee nudges you with his elbow, and then holds on his hand. There's a small green pill in the palm of his hand. "What is this?"

"Sopor pill." Gamzee says flat out. "Easier than sleepin' in sopor and getting your clothes all dirty, am I right?"

You shrug, taking the pill out of his hand. You drop it in your mouth and swallow it dry, like the badass man you are. Gamzee pats your back and sits you down in the corner of the hut, on a surprisingly comfortable sleeping bag. It's obvious that he wants you to climb inside of it and get cozy, because you and him both knew you were stuck in this hut until night time, so you mind as well sleep the time away. Gamzee had walked over to the other side of the room and climbed in his own sleeping bag. He rolled around a lot before stopping. You begin to hear quiet snoring coming from his general direction.

You groan, closing your eyes, attempting to drift into a sound sleep.