Lulu: yo~ i had time, so i created another chapter for youz~ before you read however, i'd like to point out that the experience that occurs in this chapter may not be entirely accurate of what actually occurs in real life, but since i don't remember ever doing this as a kid before, i wouldn't be able to tell you much. Also, if you ever get confused on just how old the kids are in each chapter, i have the main age of the children in the chapter titles :3 Enjoy~

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POVs used in this chapter: Aradia Droog (Midnight Crew)

Your name is Aradia Droog, and you are ultimately confused. Currently, you are standing in your kitchen observing the peculiar invention that everyone seems to call a "Microwave" and you can't seem to get a good grip on what it is. From Rose and Kanaya you've been told that it has the ability to warm up food without the use of an oven, but John and Jane don't seem to enjoy it. They think it's a fairly lazy invention, and the concept would make you agree. A small oven created to slightly warm up food in a quicker amount of time for less quality? Surely you'd stay away from it for all of eternity if you had the chance. And yet, you have no choice.

You and the rest of the Midnight Crew children were unfortunately being baby-sitted by Slick tonight. The reason for this was that Slick had recently broken his arm and this was the only way they could make him sit still for a job. He's very stubborn after all. This, however, means that you're forced to use this small and complicating device (Slick never cooks with anything besides a microwave, it's actually rather sad). You'd been trying to figure out the mysterious microwave for about ten minutes now and the answers of this electronic puzzle still elude you…

Finally, you figure out how to open the device. Splendid! Now you may put in the precious food! You placed in the frozen dinner that your father had left for you. Of course, you left the silverware in just so that you could eat with them as soon as you took it out. You kind of remember someone telling you something about metal in a microwave, though you were half-asleep and not paying attention. Then there were those awful numbers. As a second grader, you understood all of the numbers and what they meant, but time was simply impossible to understand. The frustration was unbearable, and after a few minutes of trial and error you finally put in the numbers "12:34" and shut the door, clicking the start button. That should make everything ok –

Just as you were walking out of the kitchen, a large "BOOOOOOOM" made you stop in your tracks. You turned around, and found that the microwave had exploded. The wreckage was laid clear all around the floor, glass shards and hunks of metal making the already unsafe kitchen a child's death trap. The food, which was still in the cardboard box when you had put it in, was on fire and the silverware had been wrecked with everything else. Quickly, you grabbed a fire extinguisher to foam out the cardboard box flames, only for the extinguisher to get out of control and cover everything, including yourself, with foam. Aw, and this was a really good dress too…

And this was when you realized that you were in big, big trouble. Not only did you ruin your dress, you'd destroyed Slick and Karkat's only source of food besides the fridge, and you'd made a complete mess…you held yourself back. You were a girl, you shouldn't be crying. You should be standing up and taking the fall. You're not going to look weak, even when you're extremely messy. You were just going to have to explain yourself. This was something you really didn't want to do, but it was unavoidable; the sounds of footsteps came your way and you resisted the urge to run and hide.

The first to come was Sol Deuce, your best friend since…well, forever actually. He always seemed to like playing with you, even if he always said that he hated that sort of stuff. You're not sure why he always plays with you, but it doesn't matter as long as you both have fun. Sol was followed by the other kids and Slick, who even with a broken leg still moved at just about the same pace, and all gaped at the sight of the kitchen. Sol seemed to gape even more at you than the mess though, and he looked you over, up and down, trying to find you in a mass of foam.

Slick and Karkat looked at the remains of their "kitchen", though neither seemed as surprised as Tavros and Lux, who were looking at it as if it were a train-wreck. Karkat actually seemed a bit more excited, strangely enough, as he went off to find some cleaning materials for the horrid mess. When he returned with the few cleaning things they had, Slick finally gave a sigh of acceptance.

"Alright brat, listen up…we're going to go microwave shopping tomorrow…" Slick said disgruntled, as if it were a bother to even say such words. Karkat gave a rare grin.

"FUCK YEAH!"

"Language, you fucking brat! Language!" Karkat tried to keep himself quiet as he gracefully went over the mess and began cleaning at expert speed. Who knew a seven year old could move so fast? Let alone be excited about shopping for anything other than toys and candy. Then again, Karkat had always been a peculiar kid; whenever you and Droog brought him along to the grocery store, he'd be the one holding the coupons while Slick would be sleeping in the cart (which was only convenient in the sense that Slick could hold a lot more than the cart could). Despite his attempts at seeming like he doesn't care, you've deducted that he does like getting new things, especially since half of the things in Slick's house were either old, moldy, or broken.

You turned back to the mess that Karkat had easily turned into a neat pile. Most of the shards from the newly deceased microwave were fairly rusty, insinuating that the microwave had probably needed to be replaced a long time ago. You could understand why it hadn't been changed, of course; according to Father (aka Droog), Slick has always been a procrastinator when it comes to maintaining his own health, as well as the health of others. Maybe Karkat has wanted something minor like this to happen so that they could replace something…does that make you the hero of the story? You hope so. Terezi always talks to you about heroes and heroines and justice, and all of it seems really wonderful.

You wonder what you'd be called as a super-heroine…Maybe, Super Ram Girl! Master of the Horns! Yes, that's exactly who you wish to become…and maybe you'd have a certain Super Bumblebee at your side to help you fight the forces of evil, microwaves included.

Lulu: End~