The next bunch of nights fly by faster than you anticipated. You spent your time hanging out with Gamzee and Terezi, usually in a group. You're only even alone with Gamzee, Terezi's always off doing her "own thing", you're not sure what that may be. It was quiet around the camp since you got here, Gamzee told you. Most Trolls stayed in their huts and only few roamed around outside while you were here. He had told you that they feared you were an omen, so they preferred to stay in the safety of their homes. They were avoiding you.

The sun was coming up, which meant it was time to go to sleep. Honestly, you're glad that it' day now. You're fucking exhausted, and you feel like your knees could give out and second. Gamzee worked you /hard/ today. He dragged you out today to go scouting and search for food, and you swear to fuck, you climbed at least 500 trees tonight. He then had you carry 7 baskets of this weird fruit that didn't even look edible, while he carried a few bags of herb. He got himself off easy, that asshole. Your bones and muscle are weak as fuck and you feel worn down to the core. Once you manage to fall asleep, you'll be sleeping like a grub.

You collapse onto your, now moved, sleeping bag, a loud groan emitting from your vocal chords. Your face is in the pillow, and you're laying straight like you're a plank of wood.

Uuuuugh, god, your back hurts. You can't wait to get to sleep.

Gamzee sits down beside you.

"Fuck off, you shit." You grunt, voice muffled by the pillow. "I'm exhausted and I would love to get an actual morning of sleep."

"I know, bro." Gamzee says, scratching behind your horns. Quiet purrs pour out of your throat as he does so, and fuck does it feel nice. "Thought I'd try an' help a motherfucker out with his sleep issues, you feel me? Maybe help keep the horror terrors away."

You turn your head in his direction.

"You're so cheesy it's disgusting." You snort, a tiny smile forming on your lips.

"Alright there, Mister Romcom." Gamzee chuckles. You snarl at him. "Did ya take the pill?"

"You never gave it to me, you ditz." You respond, still purring as he scratches behind your horns.

"Coulda sworn I gave it to ya..." Gamzee says to himself, digging into one of the small bags he has tied around his waist. He takes out a sopor pill. "You sure you're not lyin' to me to get another pill?"

"Gamzee, do I look like a fucking sopor addict to you?" You hiss at him. "Give me the god damn pill so I can sleep today."

Gamzee seems rather distraught over the fact that he forgot to give you the sopor pill. You haven't known Gamzee long enough to tell if he's forgetful or not, but judging by his reaction now, you're guessing he's not.

He drops the pill next to your head and you grab it, throwing it into your mouth and swallowing it. You shut your eyes and prepare to go into a sound sleep. Gamzee continues petting your head and scratch behind your horns and sometimes your ears.

God, you're so fucking tired. You can hardly even wait until this sopor kicks in and throws you into a deep, and now comfortable, sleep. Shortly later, you're snoring up a storm, drooling onto your pillow while you listen to complete silence.

Your dream is... rather... strange? It's jut you. Standing in complete darkness. You're just standing there, looking around the endless nothing, not sure what you're looking for. It's cold, and your body feels numb, and it hurts to breathe for some reason.

After a while of jut floating around in the blackness, you begin to hear voices. They're calling you to them, whispering your name. It's a different voice every time. It's a rotation of 12. Suddenly, your regain all feeling in your body, and you're brought down to an invisible floor. Your legs begin to move for you, and you begin to move closer to the voices. As you get closer, you're able to determine which voice belonged to who, with the exception of 7 that you didn't recognize.

Gamzee.

Feferi.

Terezi.

And Kanaya.

As you continue walking, the darkness slowly fades to grey, and then to white. You can make out 12 figure standing in the distance, all of different heights and proportions. Even from here, you can tell who's who. You seem Gamzee, Terezi, Feferi, Kanaya... and those two boys... the seadweller and the yellow blood, except they look older and are in different clothes. They're all you can recognize. The one you don't know are probably the one you haven't met yet.

There's a guy, about 3 or 4 inches taller than you with a lime colored turtleneck sweater on, with a necklace with the sigil of the Church of the Mothergrub as the pendant around his neck. His horn were tiny and nubby, just like yours.

Beside him is a woman, one who towers over the boy. She has long, straight hair. Her horns are exactly like Kanaya's, except longer. She wears a long black dress that's cut at her right leg.

Then there's this... pink-fleshed looking Troll with no horns and whited out eyes with blue pupil. What the fuck /is/ that? What's wrong with the ears? His skin? Where are his horns?! Everything apart from those things seemed normal from what you can tell. Aside from those ridiculous buck teeth.

You can determine that this thing is a boy, you're sure of that, who has an awkward hair-do that looks like he was caught in a very extreme wind tunnel, with weird white, blue eyes, and... glasses? Maybe. Or maybe he just has square eyes. You can't exactly see the nose piece well from all the way over here. He's wearing a really tight looking black jumpsuit with blue stripes going down the sides. Over it is a light blue, short sleeved jacket, with a white symbol on the sleeve.

Beside him are 3 other weird looking Trolls. Another boy and two girls, all wearing similar suits to the other boy.

A tall boy with sunglasses on stands closely beside the other boy, his arm slung around the shorter ones shoulder. He has light blonde hair, something that you've never actually seen before. He was wearing a jacket similar to the others, except red. Under it was a shirt that was colored a darker shade of red. The jackets backside extended to just above his ankles, as if it were a cape.

Then there were the girls. Both of which looked similar to one of the boys. The blonde girl to the blonde boy, and the brunette girl to the brunette boy. Like they were female counterparts to the boys.

The brunette had circular glasses, and long, black hair that curled slightly at the bottom. What looked like white, mechanical woofbeast ears stuck out of her head, like your species' horns. She had a transparent grey skirt on over her suit, and a black jacket that blended in with her suit, the hood long and split into two.

As for the last girl, you could only tell her hair color by the little bits of hair poking out from under that orange hood covering her eyes. She had a smirk on her face, black lips curling upwards, like she was taunting you. Like, "Oh, you want to see my face? That's rather unfortunate for you, because this is all you'll ever see."

Her arms are crossed, black sleeves over an orange garb. Her garb had a little cape on the back of it, lengthening down to around her elbows. Under her orangey-ness was a black suit, with light purple stripes going down the side of both hips and legs.

And that was all who was there.

You kept moving toward them, but as you'd move, they'd move backward, matching your current speed and your acceleration if you'd move faster.

You'd try to shout out to them, but nothing would come out. Only silence. Their figures began to fade away, as well as their voices.

And, with that, the light disappeared and the darkness flooded all around you. Whispers began to fill the atmosphere, distant screaming and crying, and you could've sworn your heard your own voice.

Then, suddenly, you were in front of the camp, on your knees, blood dripping down the side of your head and various other spots. There was a Drone in front of you, its mechanical eyes flashing red instead of its usual docile green.

"TARGET: FOUND." It sounded, artificial voice booming loudly. It raised its arm, pointing it directly at your head. Its arm began to rearrange itself, the metal shielding lifting and moving back to reveal a large gun. "AIM..."

You flinch, closing your eyes.

"FIRE!"

You lurch forward from your sleep, a scream escaping your mouth. You're sweating, your face flushed, and panting harshly. You look around the hut, panicked. Obviously some time has gone by, because Gamzee isn't in here with you anymore.

You wipe your forehead and take a deep breath. You know exactly what that last part meant. You can't stay here any longer. You're going to get everyone killed, including yourself.

The amount of time you've spent here was too long, and you knew that. Before this, you never spent more than a night in one place. It's too dangerous. You don't know what you were thinking, staying here. This was a horrible idea. The Drones could have caught up with you already, and you'd be fucked.

You have to leave.

Your scream must've been loud enough for the others to hear, because Gamzee comes rushing in through the curtain, panting.

"You alright, brother?" He asks frantically. You nod, standing up. "What happened?"

"Horrorterror." You sigh." Gamzee, look, I need to-"

"Did ya see the future?" Gamzee questions you. You stare at him silently. "Dreams of the future are apart of the effect of the Viewing Grounds, bro. I shoulda probably told ya that last night."

"...I guess I did." You mumble, eyes shifting to the floor.

"What'd ya see?" He asks you once more.

"Death." You say flat out, and you can see the surprise in his expression. "I can't be here anymore. If I stay, all of us will die."

There's a painful silence that rips your bloodpusher in two. You can see that Gamzee doesn't want you to leave, just by the look on his face. You can't blame him, you don't want to leave either. You enjoyed your time here. Gamzee steps towards you and pulls you against him, resting his chin on your head and folding his arms around your waist.

You sigh, wrapping your arms behind his bare back. Your head rests against his chest, and you close your eyes.

"I'll give ya some supplies and take ya to the Bay." Gamzee says, rubbing your back. "There's a cave down there that you could chill in for a few nights. You can take the sleeping bag and pillow."

"Thanks..." You respond.

"Anything for you, brother."

Once the two of you finish packing, you throw on a backpack that Gamzee filled with food, water, and sopor pills, and wait for him at the camps entrance. The sun'll start coming up in about two or three hours, so you need to start moving /now/. Maybe go back to sleep after you get there, even though you slept all day and half the night. You should be energized right now. But, nope, you're the complete opposite of energized.

A yawn escapes your throat. God, you can't wait to go back to sleep. What is Gamzee even doing? What's taking so long? You cross your arms and tap your foot in a fit of impatience.

About a minute or two later, Gamzee comes darting out of a hut and towards you, slowing to your side. He pats your back, gesturing you to follow him. And, of course, you do.

Once again, you're walking in the area that Gamzee had first found you in. There are hardly any trees in this field, only grass and tiny bushes scattered around, with the exception of a few flower patches here and there.

Though, Gamzee is taking you in the opposite direction of the cave, the way that leads to the Bay, a quiet, sandy beach area that wraps around the shore, and extends all the way to the Capitol. From what you can see, this seems to be the ending point of the Bay.

A few minutes of walking brings you to the soft sand, which is almost a relief on your sore, bruised feet.

The area reeked of salt water and fish, a smell that you weren't too fond of whatsoever. The smell reminded you of the violetblood, you could always smell this stench radiating off of him, and sometimes it'd make being around him unbearable. Though, he was a seadweller, so the smell was understandable, but Feferi never smelled like that. He probably spent most of his free time swimming around in the bases salt water pool by the cliff. Maybe.

All the thinking you've been doing lately is starting to give you a headache. You didn't even notice that Gamzee had been talking to you and that you both were nearly to the cave he was telling you about.

"...seadwellers, so you should stay inside 'til it's safe." Gamzee says. You only hear the end of the sentence, but it's enough to understand what he's talking about and heed his warning. There are seadwellers living around here, so they could possibly come and attack you if you're seen by them. You'll have to lay low for a while, far in the cave so they wont see you. "I packed a few books for ya to read in your bag so ya wont be bored."

You nod, showing that you're listening. The two of you finally make it to the cave, and it's not even dawn yet. Thankfully. Gamzee pulls you into another tight hug before pushing you off into the cave.

"I'll try and come visit ya, kay bro?" He tells you, and you reply with a quiet "okay" in response. "I'll see ya around. Bye, Karkat."

And with that, he leaves, and you're all alone again after a week and a half of long needed interaction with other trolls. You sigh and drop down to the floor, placing your bag beside you. At least you'll have something to do while you're hauled up in the hole for some time. You lean against the rocky walls and groan, pulling your bag into your lap and searching through it for a sopor pill.

You yank one out of your bag and force it down your throat.

In a matter of minutes, you're out cold, left to your dreams once again.