Your name is Karkat Vantas and you just punched a pillow.

After the news of Dave and Terezi, Dave had gone somewhere and you had gone back home to your apartment. You want to ask him more questions now, but at the time you had been kind of at a loss for words. You had just wanted to be alone. Now you want to beat the living shit out of that prick. But you don't even know where he is or when you'll see him next, so beating him brutally will have to wait.

You are now lying on your bed in the apartment. You've been lying there sulking for a while, so it's probably time to get off of your ass. If only you could find the motivation. You really don't feel like getting up at all. You'll have to get up soon anyways to get ready for work. You work part time at a book store. You laze around for a few more minutes. You really don't feel like getting up. But a sudden gurgling in your stomach reminds you that you're hungry, so you get up to go make some pancakes. Food. The perfect motivation. You grab some pancakes out of the freezer and dump three of them onto a plate. You slide them into the microwave and grab some syrup and a fork. They don't take long to cook, and soon you are at the table, eating the fluffy things.

As you eat, you can't seem to stop the flow of questions from surfacing again. You stab your pancake angrily and growl. If mr. cool guy already has a girlfriend, then why the fuck did he kiss you! That is going to be the first question you ask him next time you see him. And this time, he will give you answers. You finish your pancakes and put the plate in the sink, rinsing it off. You decide to go see Gamzee, the only person you can think of that you can trust talking about this to. You leave your apartment, locking the door behind you. Gamzee doesn't live far from you. He still lives with his family, since they're at least somewhat bearable. You walk the couple of blocks down to his house, a large two story house. You mount the stairs to his porch and knock on the door, which is answered after a few moments by Gamzee. He looks surprised to see you, since you didn't bother to call first. "Hey, Karkat. What's up, my brother?"

"I need someone to talk to."

He nods and moves out of the way. "Come on in." You oblidge, and he closes the door behind you. He leads you up to his room, where you both sit on the bed. "So what do you need to talk about, bro?"

You fill him in on the story, Gamzee periodically raising his eyebrows or furrowing them in confusion. You finish the story and he pauses before asking, "Well why would he all up and kiss you if he's dating Terezi?"

You shake your head. "I have no fucking idea, Gamzee. That's what I want to find out, but I have no idea where to find him."

He turns his head to face ahead of him, staring at air. "I think he works at a local music store, if I am motherfucking remembering correctly."

You blink at him. "Really? Do you know when he usually works?"

"No idea. Sorry, dude."

You huff out an annoyed breath. "Great. I'll have to guess when he works. I'll check today, because I need to know soon or it's going to drive me insane."

He nods. "Good plan. Wouldn't want to be all motherfucking insane."

"Do you remember which music store it is?"

"I think it's a few blocks away from here. I can't remember the name of the tore, but it's a little ways past that cafe that you like to visit."

You nod. You think you know which store he's talking about. You stand up and look at him. "Thanks for listening, Gamzee. You were a big help."

He grins and shrugs. "Nah. I didn't do that much, but no problem, my brother."

You nod and leave his room, climbing down the stairs and exiting the house.

It doesn't take long to reach the cafe, from which you look around to see if you can spot the music store. You can't. Was Gamzee wrong? You turn around a corner. Nope. There it is, down the street a bit. Gamzee was right. You set off down the street, hurrying a bit more than you probably should have been. You reach the store and open the door, the bell ringing. There's a man at the counter, and you make your way towards him. "Exuse me, sir. Is Dave working right now?"

The man looks up at you. "Uh...no I think today's his day off." Shit. He's not here. Now what!

You tap your foot in irritation and grit your teeth. "Do you know his hours tomorrow?"

"I think he comes in at around ten."

"Thanks." You walk out of the store. Great. Another night is going to go by now with no answers. Well at least you know you'll get some tomorrow. You look down at the time. Fuck! If you don't get going, you'll be late to work! You set off at a brisk pace and end up getting there about five minutes late. You change into your work clothes in the back room and take up your spot at the cash register. God this is going to be a long day of work.