A/N: Well, this chapter may be a little bit long, but my internet wasn't working so I decided that it would be fine if I just started writing. And so I wrote, and wrote, and wrote.

Regardless, a HUGE thanks to my beta reader, "isiptea'!

Welp, it's nine in the morning, and my alarm failed to go off at around seven like it should've. Of course, this is probably due to the fact that, like a complete and utter asshole, I forgot to unpack the damn thing. How I managed to get into this prestigious university maintained by high bloods is beyond me.

Upon realizing this, I nearly flipped out- I race out of the recuperacoon, begrudgingly changing into some dry clothes. By the time it takes me to change and grab my phone, the introduction will have already started! Grumbling to myself, I make like bifurcation and split.

Thanks to my due diligence and ability to get myself out the door in under five minutes, I end up arriving just as the tour ends. Fan-fucking-tastic. And now I sound like Karkat.

"Hey, asshole!"

My Gog, I may have just summoned the devil. I sigh and turn my gaze over my shoulder, wishing that my red and blue glasses could shield me from this sight.

Karkat, as per usual, looked like shit. He had heavy bags drooping under his dull eyes, and his hair resembles that which crawls out of the rear end of a hoof beast. He wears his rather scratchy looking turtle neck, and loose jeans. The look of frustration on his face comes as no shock to me, nor does the inevitable tirade of displeasure made manifest.

"Hm? Oh hey KK."

I adopt a casual demeanour, and give a small smirk to the fuming troll before me. He impatiently taps his foot before flicking my nose (as though it were normal! Weirdo). Still keeping my cool, I sigh and await the oncoming rant.

"Oh hey? I thought you were coming along to this stupid clusterfuck of a tour. I was stuck here with all these fucking shit heads and-"

"Hey Solbro, how's a motherfucker doin'?"

Immediately, all that pent up frustration was redirected towards the head-in-the-clouds juggalo that entered in the most relaxed way possible- shoulders hiding his considerable height behind a slouch and wearing what appears to be pyjama pants paired with a loose shirt with his Capricorn side.

I give a nonchalant two thumbs up to Gamzee, while Karkat just stands there and twitches uncomfortably, as though in a stupor at being interrupted in his rage.

"Sick bro. I heard that you all up and entered Luxus. What classes can I see a motherfucker in?"

The juggalo-themed troll gives me a lopsided grin, which remains rather unnerving beneath the make-up on his face, and I open my mouth to reply- only to freeze. An alert began beeping on my phone- my next class started in 20 minutes, and all my stuff was in my dorm.

"Doeth time have no meaning in thith place?!"

An outburst slips by my lips, and I race back to my dorm for my reader and project disc, ignoring the enraged yell from Karkat as Gamzee and him fade in the distance. I am getting really sick of running around campus like some sort of cluck beast with their head cut off!

Grabbing the tablet and the small, blue toothed enabled, usb-like stick, I huff and puff my way halfway across campus and to the computer lab in a slightly secluded building. With any luck, I'd be able to make it on time and not get in trouble on the first day of school.

Have I ever mentioned I have really bad fucking luck?

Despite my being late and chewed out in front of class, I managed to still have a decent half of computer programming, especially since this course is focused on viruses, detection, and hacking. My speciality. Leaving the lab, I reach for my phone to log onto Trollian to check any missed messages.

- You have TWELVE new messages-

Sighing, I scroll down and skip over the first seven messages, all comprised of Karkat complaining about my lack of conversation this morning. The text is riddled with his favourite four lettered word, accompanied by a rainbow of beautiful, colourful words. I finally find the eighth message and muster out a reply.

CG: FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR SHITTY CLASS, AND FUCK THIS ASSHOLE OF A JUGGALO WHO WON'T LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

CG: SHIT, I FORGOT. A BUNCH OF US ARE MEETING AT THIS RESTAURANT AT SEVEN, SOME FUCKING GET TOGETHER OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT, SO BE THERE!

-carcinoGeneticist ceased trolling TwinArmageddons at 2:35 PM-

-TwinArmageddons began trolling carcinoGenticist at 3:11 PM-

TA: yeah, ii'll be there kk.

-TwinArmageddons ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist at 3:11 PM-

I resist sighing again, and take to leaning against a wall as I look at my next messages. This one is from… oh!

-apocalypseArisen began trolling TwinArmageddons at 3:00 PM-

AA: hey s0llux, heard y0u're in t0wn, wondering if y0u wanted t0 c0me with us t0 the restaurant 0r something. If y0u feel like it. i'll send y0u a map.

- AA sent file ' ' to TA -

I smile and type back a quick 'sure thing' before finally moving on to the last message, one I did not recognize in the slightest.

-_ began trolling TwinArmageddons at 1:34 PM-

Hey freak. I know who you are. I know what you are.

And just so you know, I will never, EVER let you in MY school.

See ya later, Captor.

- _ ceased trolling TwinArmageddones at 1:35 PM-

My breath hitches for a moment, and I turn off my phone to think. I shouldn't take that seriously, but the threat… I decide to take another look, only to discover that whoever sent the messages managed to send a virus to delete the messages.

Apparently someone's in the mood for screwing around.

"Fuck."