Dave: Watch Over Karkat
There he went, sleeping again. I couldn't help but chuckle, he was always so angry…but when he was tired, he was out like a virgin at a strip club. It was a weird satisfaction, to see someone go from flipping out and desperately trying to hurt your feelings to curled up in a ball and sleeping like a child. I almost wanted to sit there and watch him for a little.
But that would be beyond weird.
So I stood up and began examining his weirdly compact room piece by piece, sheerly out of boredom. Odds are he wouldn't be up for a few hours so I didn't have to worry about him catching me. I started with his desk, pulling my chair over next to it and rummaging through his drawers, wow that sounded dirty. I pulled out the drawers and placed them on my lap one at a time, looking through them and trying to find something incriminating. To be honest, I was let down. There wasn't anything but pencils, and I would have expected him to have a diary or something…until I found something weird. "Huh?" I thought out loud, when the last drawer wouldn't come out. A locked drawer…there had to be something good in there.
I looked through the drawers again to find two safety clips, straightening one completely and the other halfway, and started working at the lock. I was halfway through when a loud ring came from his computer, almost scaring the clips right out of my hands. I got back up into my chair and wiggled the mouse a little to get the screensaver off, and there was some sort of username messaging his computer. So I looked into it a bit further:
AG: Karkat!
AG: Karkaaaaaaaat!
AG: I know this is your account, Vantas.
AG: Fine, don't answer me!
AG: 8ut I heard what happened with that cover 8and, and I was just checking to m8ke sure you were dead or at least injured.
AG: Karma's a 8itch, isn't it :::;)
AG: And if you think she's done there, you've got some interesting d8ys ahead of you!
And that was where they stopped sending messages. There were a lot of questions following that, like one being what the hell was wrong with them that they typed like that? Weird. Either way, how did they find out about that cover band thing so fast? It hasn't even been a full day, and the only people who know about this are people in the band. Someone must have leaked it. I thought I was out of the whole "Gossip everything" stage, but whatever.
I'd look into it later, I had a drawer to open. I got back down to it and started working at the lock on it again. After quite a long time of fidgeting the clips and cussing silently, there was a click that shot satisfaction through me like a tidal wave. I yanked it open and almost got the prize of seeing what was in the drawer, when all I saw was a piece of paper near the top. There was something underneath it, that much was obvious, but there was also writing on the paper. It read;
"If you're reading this, then you are officially the lowest of low. It's locked for a reason, dipshit, and if you're stealing things then go somewhere else, because this is all I have anymore. Think about your fucking priorities before you rip off this paper without a care. But if you really want to continue, I probably can't stop you because if I could I would have."
And that was it. Guilt flooded my body and my stomach curled and felt queasy. I quickly closed the drawer, and then realized I had no way of locking it again. Shit, this was dumb. This was really fucking dumb, he'll never forgive me and he DEFINITELY won't believe me if I say I didn't look underneath the paper. I jumped up and started putting everything back to the way it was, and made sure everything was as neat as he left it. I just had to make it look like I didn't look through anything and maybe I could play it off as the cover band went searching through everything. And with that, I heard grunting and noises that were obviously Karkat getting up. So I jumped to my chair and leaned back in it, pretending to look out the window.
I don't think I ever was that nervous in my entire life.
Author's Note (Number): Ey, it's been a while since I updated, but shit's been hitting the fan over here! This chapter may not be the best, but I'm almost done with this prequel thing and then I can actually start doing the whole "BAND SINGS" bullshlaka. For those who stuck with this and read this far, you have my respect. I'll probably be updating more, but for now, latersss
-mountainswan