Chapter 1
Meet The Mutant Blooded Servant
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Resweeping his way down the spotless hallway, a lone figure moved about slowly, too busy in his thoughts to
actually put any effort into his sweeping. His tattered clothing was covered in dirt and was absolutely repulsive, and he wore
what wasbarely an apron. He had nubby little horns and an unhappy frown on his face. The figure's name was Karkat Vantas,
and by looking at his clothes it was easy to tell what kind of servant he was. He was one of the lowest. The kind that would
sometimes be called upon to the kings royal foot stand or clean up after parties.
Karkat's sharp tongue had been nulled after three years of this. His overly outspoken opinions, that far too often
included curses of every sort, brought about punishment. And after the first fourteen punishments Karkat had learned to
swallow his words. That was one of the things Jack Noir didn't tolerate: Opinions. There was even a law against it, because
according to Jack opinions led to annoying rebellions.
Karkat never wanted this horrible job. The only reason he took it was to protect one of his best friends. She went against Jack,
stating that the execution that was to take place that day was unfair and unjust. Of course Jack didn't like that. If it weren't
for the mutant blood's interference then she would have been executed as well. Jack surprisingly made a generous deal with him,
He would work as a servant for Jack while his friend got to live. As Karkat began towards the horse stables outside, he briefly recalled
that it was his 16th birthday. He imagined his friends and wondered where they could be. He had never really been outside the castle.
Jack forbid it for fear of Karkat's betrayal.
Karkat pushed the thoughts of his friends away as he headed into the stables to clean up horse feces on his birthday.