A/N: I survive.

I glance at my watch, which reads '10:02' PM. In front of me looms a rather imposing looking building, at least from my perspective. According to that girl I met [what was her name again? Shatla] I'm to meet up with her and a couple friends at this gogdamn gigantic house. There's trolls and humans alike, some spilling out onto the front lawn. Cars are parked along the street for blocks, and there must be a hundred people here. My red and blue gaze flickers from person to troll and back again, and I spot outrageous things like glow-in-the-dark pants and, my gog, is that a fucking chimpanzee balloon?! How insane is this?

My question is answered as a bowling ball flies out the top window and almost hits me in the head. A chorus of whooping and hollering answers the life threatening scenario, and I throw my arms up in defeat, turning to walk away.

"Sollux!"

That is, until a familiar light tone calls out to me.

Sure enough, when I turn around, there's Shatla, waving me over to her and her friends. I run a hand through my hair and immediately regret ever accepting my invitation. Maybe that's why Karkat was so pissed at me earlier today.

"Hey Thhatla, what'th up?"

My words are greeted by severely loosened trolls, and I survey the group. There's five of them, not including Shatla- and they all seem to be the blue region of blood, excluding a jade blooded troll standing nonchalantly in skimpy clothes. Three of them are guys, two being big and burly [like Equius, I think, but smaller] and one resembling an Earth weasel. The other girl is rather posh looking, clad in a flattering black dress with no straps or sleeves. Everyone looks like they overdressed for this party, and suddenly I feel out of place with my whole 't-shirt and jeans' get up.

"Tho, you guyth mith the memo on the party? College kidth tend to thtray away form that whole 'fanthy ath fuck' thing."

It takes a moment, but everyone lets out a dry round of laughter in what appears to be genuine humour. Great. This isn't creepy at all- oh wait, I have to hold back shudders and there's this look of disgust that wants to be on my face. However, I, being polite as I am, restrain from sneering at these hot-headed blues. One of them, the weaselly one, steps forwards.

"Hey, so I 'spose you're the tech guy, am I right?"

I nod, not really caring much for the way this guy is talking to me; eyeing me like I'm a platter of fresh meat prepared especially for him and his lusus.

"Pathetic."

This catches me off guard, and for a moment my face is hit by shock. He practically spits the words in my face and he doesn't hesitate to shove me, hands square on my shoulders with enough force to make me step back a bit.

"You are a pathetic, filthy, mustard blooded FREAK. You deserve, in every sense possible, to be at some rundown college working for people like me, not taking OUR school for a fucking joyride, you little bi-"

"Jezeit!"

One of the other blue bloods pulls weasel kid, Jezeit, back. He is fuming, face pulled into a scowl, but I notice the other kids weren't. Everyone is gazing at me with a half-awed, half-terrified expression and I just now realize that I have sparks trickling the air around me and my eyes are flashing in a not-so-friendly way.

"Thit."

I mumble, rubbing my temple with my left hand before turning to go. I'll text Shatla in the morning or something, but for now I just need to get away from these guys. I feel their glares digging into my back, sharpened knives against my tense muscles. Fuck, I am never going to a party with those guys again.

Walking home, I feel a buzz in my pocket alerting me to the message of another sentient being. Wonderful, seeing as I TOTALLY need more harassment from semi-intelligent fucks. Flicking open the slightly modified phone, my fingers carefully select the application, Trollian.

-carcinoGeneticist began trolling twinArmageddons at 10:25 PM-

CG: PLEASE. PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME THAT YOUR FUCKED UP THINKPAN DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD FUCKING IDEA TO ACTUALLY *GO* TO THAT GOG DAMN PARTY.

TA: calm down kk, ii'm on my fucking way back. that party wa2 two 2tupid for me.

CG: OH YES, BECAUSE THAT IS A SHITLOAD OF RELIEF TO MY FUCKING EARS.

CG: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW *STUPID* YOU ARE?

TA: plea2e, enliighten me.

CG: THAT GIRL YOU MET TODAY, SHATLA, IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST DEALS IN LUXUS YOU FUCKING IMBECILE. SHE AND HER GLORIOUS BLUE BLOODED FRIENDS RUN SHIT THERE, AND THEY HAVE THIS FUCKED UP SUPERIORITY COMPLEX.

CG: THEREFORE, GRUB-FOR-BRAINS, YOU HAVE MADE YOURSELF A FUCKING TARGET.

CG: CONGRATULATIONS, ASSHOLE.

CG: YOU STILL THERE?

TA: ye2 kk, ii'm 2tiill fuckiing here. now relax, iit'2 cool.

CG: FUCK NO.

TA: ii'm at my dorm and ii'm goiing two bed now. good niight a22hole.

- twinArmageddons ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist at 10:38 PM-

I calmly walk into the apartment, swiftly closing the door and locking it with the chain lock. What are those things even called, they're in hotels too. Now that I think about it, who fucking cares, it is a lock that keeps me around five percent safer, seeing as it's a piece of shit. Regardless of that, I feel the need to at least have some kind of security, however false. Looking around my dorm room, I spot nothing out of place, not counting the now smashed window and oh my fucking gog is that a person in my room.

Before I can move, someone has already reached me, and a sharp pain shoots through my head. Guess it's nap time for now.