Carthus leaned back on his chair, examining the majority of Matt's planet. He had found himself a perfect spot just on Matt's balcony, where the rays of the sun hit him directly, and had planted himself firmly in said spot just a few hours before. Carthus was one of the few trolls that actually enjoyed the sunlight, finding it to be the one thing in the world that gave him genuine happiness in the universe.

Carthus lowered the brim of his flat cap so that it covered his extremely faded red eyes. This was the first day he'd had alone since the game began. It was always something with his team. Time shenanigans, Quadrants, and god knows what else, but it was nice to finally have none of that, and for a full day as well. Well, besides from contacting Tarlia every so often to check up on her.

In his moment of peace, he wondered if he should attempt any other activities for the day. He certainly didn't want to go through the hassle to do anything else, as he'd already undressed down to his button-up white collared shirt, and had undone the straps to his suspenders, letting them fall to his sides and onto the ground under the chair. His grey cotton blazer, black dress shoes, and black socks lay in a pile in the corner of Matt's living room, atop a small desk that used to house Matt's television. In order to truly bask in the glow of the sun, he'd rolled up his long sleeves to reveal his skinny, pale-grey arms, and had them crossed on his chest.

He wouldn't ever let anyone see him this way. Anyone besides Tarlia, that is. Maybe someone else though. Under very specific circumstances. But no-one else. While Tarlia always made offers to change up his style, he never humoured her. He'd dressed the same way ever since he'd found a chest full of his ancestors belongings three sweeps into his life. While Tarlia always attempted to colour up his wardrobe, disregarding their ancestral history, he always idolised his own, the Blood Born. He thought back on the stories he enjoyed to tell, whether they be legends and myths or facts and experiences. While Matt seemed to enjoy them a lot, the true history buff when it came to legends was, in fact, Tarlia. Unfortunately, that was a pro and a con, as she didn't believe the story of their ancestors, always laughing them off as 'Old grub tales.' How a story about murder is only a grub tale was beyond him, but troll girls were fucking crazy.

As he gave a content sigh, a thought snapped into his mind. He had a full day to himself. None of Matt's time shenanigans. None of Tarlia's overly peppy yet stubborn personality. Hell, even Hysees hadn't bothered him yet calling him a piece of trash. Which gave him a single question:

What the fuck did they do?

Carthus snapped back into reality, nearly falling out of his chair, and accessed the on-board computer in his cap.

SporaticSlither (SS) began a Memo

SporaticSlither (SS) added SlipperyGough (SG), ElixerTrickster (ET), DailySpelunker (DS), ReeferApartheid (RA), and NotoriousCaptain (NC) to the Memo

SS: What the fuck did you do
RA: Huh?
SS: Cut the sssssshit
SS: You guyssssss haven't bothered me all day
SS: Sssssso ssssssomething'ssssss up
SS: Tell me
SS: Now
RA: Nah duderino, you're killing the buzz with your 'tude
SS: Wait
SS: Are you ussssssing your douche quirk?
SS: What the fuck'ssssss going on?
NC: Nothing bad, if that's what you'r[- implying
NC: W[- can s[-[- you from h[-r[-
SS: Where'ssssss here?
NC: Villag[- b[-elow you
RA: Yeah broseph, we're having a totally tubular party in this hella sick town!

Carthus looked below him, and nearly face-palmed at what he saw. In one of the villages dotted on the ground were a bunch of flashing lights that came from the largest building in the village. How he'd managed to miss such an extravagant sight was unknown to him.

SS: What the fuck are you doing down there?
RA: Well
SS: Not from you
SS: You're 'quirk' makessssss me want to drown mysssssself in bleach
NC: Com[- s[-[- for yours[-lf
SS: Fine
SS: But I sssssswear to god if it'ssssss ssssssomething ridiculoussssss
SS: You're all dead to me

SporaticSlither (SS) left the Memo

Carthus hissed quietly and got up from his chair. He rolled down his sleeves, and headed inside into Matt's living room. He put on the rest of his clothes hastily, and made his way down several dozen stories that now made up Matt's house. Crossing out onto the mountain that Matt's house was precariously sat up on, he slowly descended to the ground using a pathway that seemed to have been made by the consorts long after Carthus's team had entered the session. It winded around the mountain, eventually placing him at the entrance to the village. Several makeshift houses were seen just from the entrance of the village, and the monkey like consorts walked around on their daily business. About a hundred feet away stood the largest building in town, which continued flashing bright red lights every so often from the tiny slits of the closed door, and Carthus began to hear the faint sound of loud techno music coming from the building. He hissed under his breath, and crossed the village over to the large building carved out from the mountain. He grabbed onto one of the large doorways, and pushed it open, allowing the ear-blastingly loud music to nearly deafen him.

"Oh my fucking God," he barely heard himself whisper. Inside, the strobing red lights became more apparent, as the large open room fluctuated from complete darkness to completely lit up with a tinge of red every second. As he guessed, the rest of his team were in the building, in various states. In the seconds where Carthus could see them, he managed to gain his bearings compared to the rest of them. In the middle of the large, open room were Matt and Hysees, who seemed to be attempting to dance to whatever trash that passed as music in the party, but were unknowingly failing pretty hard. On the other side from Carthus was Tarlia, who likewise was dancing, though only by herself, and with much more subjective success. To the right were a couple of comfortable sofas carried here from Matt's house, and sat upon them was Jaloon, calmly reading a book -God knows how- and up on a platform beside him was Mattsprite, the source of the music coming from a phone in a couple of large speakers that Carthus vaguely recognised as Matt's. Mattsprite also seemed to be controlling the lights, as he switched them on and off to the beat of the music.

Carthus looked to Matt, who continued his terrible dancing with Hysees, and attempted to call him over, "MATT!"

His call seemed loud enough over the blaring music, as Matt turned around and saw him. He then moved over to Carthus, continuing his dancing, and greeted him.

"Carthus! Buddy! Pal!" Matt moved behind Carthus, and wrapped his arms around him, "How ya doing!?"

Carthus pulled away, glaring at him. "Get off of me! What are you guyssssss even doing!?"

Matt wrapped another arm around Carthus. "What's it look like!? We're cutting loose, having fun, because life is just AMAZING now!"

Carthus picked up Matt's arm and unwrapped himself from it. "What the fuck are you talking about? Are… Are you guyssssss high right now!?"

"I don't know dude! All I know is Pially cooked up some lunch for us, and the next thing I know is life became sooooo FUN!"

Carthus made an inaudible sigh, and slid his hand down his face. "Of course."

"You should really try it! Everything just seem s- AAHHH!" Matt recoiled when he looked at Carthus again, before calming down and placing a hand on his chest. "Sorry, forgot you were a snake for a second there!"

Carthus shook his head at the ridiculousness. "Yeah, whatever. PIALLY!"

Almost seconds after he called the name, he felt another arm around his neck while a hand grabbed his crotch, causing him a surprised grunt.

"You called?" Pially whispered in his ear.

Carthus wrestled from her grasp. "Yeah, I did! What the fuck did you do?!"

"I just cooked a nice meal for my loving friends!" She closed the gap between them, and wrapped her arms around Carthus. "Is that so wrong?"

Carthus pushed her away once again. "Are you… SOBER?!"

"Aye. Wouldn't be much fun watching these idiots prance around if I wasn't."

"Hey," Matt beckoned from behind, prompting Carthus to turn around, "hey Carthus! Hey, hey! You know what I never realised?! How short you are! Like holy shit, you're barely taller than Pially! How tall are you?!"

"How the hell would I know?!"

Pially interjected, placing her elbow on Carthus' shoulder, "He's five foot four!"

"How do you know?!" Carthus asked.

"A queen ought to know her subjects. Especially the more… interesting ones."

"God, you are a lot more ssssssexually aggressssssive when you're ssssssober."

Matt turned away from the two, and called over Hysees. She came almost instantly, and Matt wrapped his arm around her, pointing his free arm at Carthus.

Hysees let out a frightened scream, before Matt shut her up, saying, "Yeah yeah yeah, he's a snake. But look how short he is!"

Hysees gave an excited smile. "Oh. My. God, you're fucking adorable! Were you this small when you were a wriggler as well?!"

"Oh great! Thissssss issssss definitely a converssssssation I love to have. Let'ssssss jusssssst continue with that particular topic."

"Hey Carthus. Carthus!" Matt grabbed his attention again. "What's with the accents? Why do you guys have different accents? Like, you sound cockney British, Tarlia's troll Australian or something, and Pially sounds Irish! Is there a troll Ireland?!"

"Yessssss Matt, there'ssssss a troll Ireland."

"REALLY?!"

"Of coursssssse not, idiot! I don't even know what an Ireland issssss!"

Matt looked away, disappointed, before looking towards Hysees, gasping, and grabbing her face by the cheeks.

"Oh my God, Hysees. I LOVE your make-up! Can you do," he pointed toward her face with one hand, "that," he pointed to his face with the same hand, "to my face?"

Hysees grew wide-eyed, and replied, "Fuck. Yes. I'll make you look super hot!"

The two of them ran off to one of the sofas on the side of the room, placing themselves beside Jaloon. Hysees reached into one of her baggy jumpers' pockets and took out two separate paint colours, black and white, along with a short paint brush, and went to work on Matt's face. Carthus watched them for a moment, before brushing Pially off his shoulder and walking over to Jaloon. Tarlia had ditched her lonesome corner and joined Jaloon as well, grabbing Carthus into a hug.

"Carthus! Hey!" She pulled away. "Isn't this just amazing?!"

"I thought at leasssssst you would be ssssssmart enough to avoid eating Pially'ssssss cooking."

"Oh, no! I never ate any of that! It was kind of obvious that it was laced!"

Jaloon put up a finger, and interjected, "You seem to forget, Burgundy-blood: Tarlia is the peppiest of the lot of us. I assume the drugs would most likely have the opposite effect on her."

"Why the hell are you not affected, then?"

Jaloon scoffed, "You think me that imbecilic? She's already attempted that trick on me several times before."

Carthus sighed and gestured towards Mattsprite, who continued his control over the lights. "I thought Matt banned you from coming back?"

"Yeah, well, he's not exactly in any position to kick me out again, is he?!"

"Issssss thissssss your mussssssic?!"

"You know it! Well, in a way, I guess! I remixed it! But I can play my own music as well! Guitar, violin, yada yada yada!"

Carthus sighed, and sat down on the sofa beside Jaloon. He placed his head on his hand, and laid his arm on the arm of the couch. He looked at Matt and Hysees on the other sofa; Hysees had already covered his eyes and mouth in black paint, and had begun working with the white on the rest of his face. Tarlia sat on her knees in front of them, a wide smile on her face, watching the two with obvious joy.

"You know, ssssssometimessssss I wonder if we'll even win the battle against the God Tier," Carthus told Jaloon. "What wassssss he ssssssuppossssssed to be again?"

"Prince of Life," Jaloon replied.

"Right. Can thissssss team even sssssstand againsssssst him? Maybe I'm jusssssst not a good enough leader, you know?"

"I can understand. But you're the best we got to lead. Hysees and Matt are too cocky, Tarlia's too nice when she's with you, Pially's… well, Pially, and God knows where the other human is."

"What about you?"

"Me? No, I was the leader of our original session. I certainly couldn't lead another."

Carthus looked up from the sofa and at Pially, who stood a few feet from him. "You!" He pointed at Pially. "Sssssside room. Now. There'ssssss sssssso much I need to berate you about."

Carthus rose up from the sofa, and grabbed Pially by the arm, leading her to a small separate room located near the bottom left corner of the building, opposite of the door leading outside, and closed the door behind them.

The next morning, Matt found himself waking up with no memory of what had happened the previous day. All he seemed to remember was Pially cooking the group some lunch, and then everything just went black. As he rubbed his head, which rested on the arm of the sofa, and slid his hand through his messy chestnut hair, he looked down at his stomach and noticed his Kismesis laid on top of him. He hesitated for a moment, noticing her light and quiet breathing, before lifting up her head, allowing him to get up from the sofa, and placing it back down. This awoke Hysees, who groaned and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

As she looked up at Matt, she immediately burst out laughing, "Oh my God, holy shit! You look ridiculously hot for once in your life!"

Matt looked at her, confused. "The hell are you talking about?"

"Your fucking face!"

Matt began feeling his face, but could not find anything wrong with it, so he simply raised an eyebrow at Hysees. He suddenly felt a hand grab his shoulder, turning around to find Tarlia standing behind him. She stifled a laugh, before reaching into her overcoat pocket and pulling out a small hand mirror, and flipping it open. Matt looked into the mirror, and screamed when he saw his face caked in the same kind of Juggalo-like make-up that Hysees wore.

"What the fuck did you do to me?!" he yelled, turning to Hysees.

"You think I know? I don't remember anything from after we ate lunch!"

"God damnit," he exhaled, "where the hell is Pially? Maybe she can tell us what she cooked."

Jaloon responded from the second sofa beside Hysees, "I believe that she went to talk with Carthus in the room over there. They've been in there all night."

"Carthus?" Matt asked. "Good. Still need to ask him about that game."

Matt followed Jaloons' directions, and walked across the empty building to the separate room that held Carthus and Pially. He knocked on the door just to make sure, and was called in by Carthus. He complied, opening the door and stepping inside to reveal Carthus leaning on the side of the wall across from him, while Pially sat on the ground to the side of Carthus taking drags from a joint, as usual. Matt glanced at Carthus, and immediately noticed a splotch of fuchsia on the side of his grey face.

"Hey Pially," Matt asked, "are your lips naturally purple or is that just lipstick?"

"Lipstick," Pially replied, "Why?"

Matt smiled, "Oh no reason. Just kind of begs the question." Matt stared at Carthus. "How long have you two been a thing for?"

"A thing?!" Carthus sputtered, "What do you mean a thing?"

Matt rolled his eyes, and tapped his cheek to indicate Carthus do the same. The troll complied, and wiped two fingers across his cheek. He then checked them, and his eyes widened as a smudge of fuchsia revealed itself. He quickly wiped the rest off his cheek with his hand, then wiped the same hand on his blazer, and rushed over to close the door.

He pointed two fingers at Matt, and ordered, "You never saw thissssss."

"Why not?" Matt scoffed.

"Do you realisssssse what a controverssssssy it'd be if the High-bloodssssss found out about thissssss? I'd be lynched!"

"I don't really mind," Pially interjected. "About the relationship getting out, not the lynching. It'd be kind of awkward if I didn't mind that!"

"Well what the hell do you know? Jusssssst pleasssssse don't tell anyone about thissssss, Matt."

Matt held up his hands. "Fine, fine. I won't tell. It's no biggie, anyway."

"Thank you."