Jegus

The next day came quickly, too quickly for Highblood's liking. Unfortunatly, once he woke up, he was unable to sleep again, and therefore threw himself out of bed, cursing his head and the purple bruise on his leg. How he had gotten it, he would probably never know.

He suddenly remembered something and looked back at the bed. The covers were messy, and smudged with the face paint he had been wearing the night before, but the other half of it looked untouched. His butterfly had apparently not slept in their respiteblock. His mood dropped from cranky to pissed in half a second.
"Motherfucking assbutt," he muttered to himself. He was offended. And a bit sad, though he would never admit it. He cared very much for his butterfly.

Dualscar had disappeared sometime during the night, lucky for him. He might have gotten himself hurt if he had been in the way of the hungover Highblood. He was nice though, Dualscar. When he wasn't being a snobbish prick.

Highblood had a feeling it would be a crappy day, and headed for the kitchen to do the only thing he wanted at the time; bake. He motherfucking LOVED baking. Another thing Gamzee had inherited from him.
Only two hours later, Summoner, Gamzee and Tavros entered the hive, finding various pastries and whatnot covering every thinkable surface. Highblood was speeding around in the kitchen, flinging ingredients around, sometimes missing the bowls and hitting the walls instead. He didn't worry too much, Summoner needed something to do after all.
He was almost smiling when he looked up and saw the other three.
"Where in the motherfucking hell have you been? YOU MISSED THE BAKING PARTY!"
Summoner grinned at the sight of his overjoyed matesprit. "We were down by the water."
Gamzee walked over and pulled his father back with him. "We have something to tell you, motherfucker. Ow!" Highblood had smacked him on the head.
"Don't motherfucking talk like that."
Summoner put a hand on his. "This is Tavros. He's... Well, he's our other son."
Highblood turned his head to look at the small troll in the four-wheeled device. Tavros almost shrank under his gaze, but managed to stare back at him. Not with the same pride and dignity, though. Narrow eyes judged big, scared ones, and his mood changed immediately. This weak little creature, his son? Didn't seem possible.
Gamzee caught the murderous look in the highblood's eyes, and leaned over Tavros, embracing him and shielding him while glaring at their father, perfectly imitating his look. Highblood quickly understood there was flushed feelings involved, and grabbed Summoner's arm, dragging him out of the room.
"I am NOT in a good mood, so you have EXACTLY 10 SECONDS TO EXPLAIN BEFORE I FUCKING FLIP SOMETHING!"
"Why are you reacting like that? You knew he existed, and you haven't said anything about that before."
"I THOUGHT HE WAS MOTHERFUCKING DEAD! Hell, he hasn't changed at all since he was a grub, HE STILL LOOKS LIKE HE IS GONNA RANDOMLY DROP DEAD FROM FEAR! And now you suddenly drag him in here, DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN'T REACT AT ALL?"
Summoner grabbed the others hands, just to make sure they didn't suddenly hit him in the face. "I tried to protect him. You saw him, you probably would have killed him long ago if he had lived here!"
Highblood fell silent, staring at his matesprit. Then he turned and walked back to Tavros and Gamzee, violently pushing the latter into a wall and leaned threateningly over the four-wheeled device.
"Should you be my son? HAH! WHAT A FUCKING JOKE! NOTHING OF MINE COULD BE SO WEAK!"
Gamzee got back on his feet and charged at his father.
"LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!"
Highblood grabbed Gamzee's throat and lifted him into the air. Summoner ran over, but ran straight into Higblood's fist, stumbling back. Brown blood trickled down from his brow. Highblood turned his attention towards Tavros, who was lost between wanting to help Gamzee and fear for the great troll, whom was now reaching down and flipping his four-wheeled device, causing him to hit his head on the ground.
Highblood threw Gamzee back again, but this time Summoner caught him so he wouldn't get hurt. Highblood stood still now, breathing heavily, but not moving to any of them. Tavros was the first to move, raising himself up in his arms and up into his four-wheeled device again. He didn't look up, as he rolled over to the raging highblood, but then looked straight at him with burning eyes.
"I might not be able to walk, but I am not weak! And I don't care if you're my father or not, you do not hurt Gamzee or my dad! If you do that again, I swear I will kill you."
If anything had gotten in their line of sight, it would have burned. Gamzee and Summoner sat perfectly still, surprised by Tavros' sudden change. None of them had ever seen him like that. The two trolls glared at each other for a long time, until Highblood seemed to calm down. He sighed and walked past Tavros, placing a hand on his head.
"I guess it won't be too bad having you here." With that, he disappeared.

Highblood was gone for some time after that. Tavros acted normally again, and started worrying about the way he behaved. But apparently a little anger was all it took for him to bond with Highblood. Well, is there even any other way?
Summoner found his matesprit by the ocean next to their hive. He was just sitting on a rock, staring at the darkness. Summoner flew up and sat next to him, not saying anything. This has happened before, but Highblood had never before seemed so... sad.
"You really think that lowly of me?" Even his voice was wrong. It was very soft and silent.
"What do you mean?"
"You think I would actually have killed him? Any one of them?"
Summoner almost didn't know what to say, so he kept quiet. Highblood turned and looked at him, indigo eyes shining weakly. "I care more for them than I can ever describe. Same for you."
Summoner rubbed his sore eyebrow. "Well, you have to admit that your behavior could be misinterpreted."
Highblood looked at his hands. "I was not created to handle emotions other than fury."
"It'll get better." Summoner scooted closer and put a hand on the other's cheek, kissing him gently. Highblood immediately wrapped his arm around him to pull him closer.

When they entered the hive later, they found Gamzee and Tavros lying on the floor. Gamzee had somehow gotten tangled in his own limbs, while Tavros' four-wheeled device was lying down, and Tavros still sitting in it like everything was fine.
"Uh... What are you doing?"
Gamzee looked up. "Oh heeey, motherfuckers. We're just watching time go by. It's a motherfucking miracle." Tavros just looked at them happily and giggled.
Summoner felt Highblood tense up at Gamzee's language, but he kept calm and didn't say anything. He just walked over and crouched next to his sons.
"Did you make your brother eat slime?"
"Naw, man, we just made cupcakes. I don't know how the slime got in there."
The adult trolls looked towards the nearest table, where a plate of muffin stood innocently. Highblood sighed and took one, stuffing the whole thing in his mouth while handing one to Summoner.

And everyone got high.

This will be the last chapter unless I get a brilliant idea. And right now I don't have any. If you have requests, leave a review and I'll think about it :D