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Gallows Calibrator [GC] began pestering Carcino Geneticist [CG]

GC: K4RK4T V4NT4S! :O

GC: 4NSW3R M3 NOW!

CG: OH MY GOD WHAT

GC: F1N4LLY!

GC: WH4T'S TH1S 1 H34R 4BOUT YOU G3TTING 1N 4 F1GHT?

CG: FUCKING JOHN GOD DAMMIT! IT WAS NOTHING OKAY

GC: PL34S3 K4RK4T T3LL M3.

CG: JUST ASK JOHN.

GC: BUT 1 W4NN4 H34R 1T FROM YOU NOT H1M.

CG: FINE.

CG: THIS ASSHOLE TRIPPED ME IN THE CAFETERIA AND MY LUNCH GOT ON HIM.

CG: I MADE A SNARKY REMARK, HE GOT PISSED, AND THEN HE PUNCHED ME. IT WAS BROKEN UP IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, NO BIG DEAL.

GC: 1T 1S4 B1G D34L! H3 H1T YOU 4ND H3 SHOULD B3 PROS3CUT3D!

CG: WHAT THE FUCK…UH, OKAY…

GC: H3 N33DS TO B3 PUN1SH3D K4RK4T.

CG: OH WELL HE WAS. HE GOT SUSPENDED.

GC: GOOD. 1F YOU H4V3 4NY OTH3R PROBL3MS L3T M3 KNOW OK4Y?

CG: YEAH SURE WHATEVER. NOW GOODBYE. I NEED A NAP.

Carcino Geneticist [CG] ceased pestering Gallows Calibrator [GC]

The nest two weeks going to be hell for Karkat.

-Follow Gamzee-

Gamzee was relaxed in his usual seat; across from Karkat's, at the head of the table, but Karkat wasn't here yet. He was running late. Again. The others at the table were buzzing and speculating about him.

"He can't be absent again," whined John, "he's already been out like five days in the past two weeks!"

"Well he hasn't pestered any of us to say he wouldn't be here," Terezi reassured him, "so just wait."

"Yeah the guy's probably just-." Whatever witty comment Dave was about to make was cut short by the careless tossing of books onto the table. Karkat quickly slouched into his seat and concealed his face with his arms. The whole table was quiet as they watched him. His breathing was off, broken. Gamzee figured no one else was going to speak up so he did.

"Hey bro."

Karkat only grunted. Gamzee outstretched his arms across the table to touch his friend's arms. When he did he was pushed away. "Don't fucking touch me Gamzee." Karkat's shouts were muffled.

Gamzee pulled back and just watched his friend in that same position, even when the bell rang. When it was obvious Karkat wasn't moving from his spot, John and Dave got up to leave. Terezi had to be pulled away from her seat by Dave.

Other than a few stragglers, Gamzee and Karkat were the only two left in the cafeteria. Karkat looked up from his arms slowly, eyes bloodshot and puffy. He sighed quite audibly when he saw Gamzee.

"Gamzee why are you still here? You're going to be late."

"So are you Karbro, but I don't care if I am late. Why are you still here? " Gamzee jabbed a skinny finger at him.

Karkat lifted his head more and wiped off his face with his jacket sleeves. "I-I can't go to class like this," he sniffled, "it's too embarrassing."

"Why is it embarrassing man?"

"Look at me Gamzee! I'm all teary-eyed and- and-"

"Broken?"

Karkat held his head in his hands, covering his eyes, and his lower lip began to quiver slightly before steadying itself again. "Yeah…"

"Who the fuck broke you man?"

"Uh. No one. Never mind Gamzee, let's just go."

Gamzee walked his friend to class before heading to his own class. He had never seen his friend like this before. He would have to keep a close eye on him from now on.

-Follow Karkat-

The bullying was getting worse, and so were his sleeping habits. When he managed to fall asleep he would have horrible dreams and end up being worse off than if he hadn't slept at all. Karkat was developing all kinds of scars, physical; both from others and from himself, emotional and mental ones too. He wasn't "cutting" and he never saw himself as "emotionally distressed". He just…hit walls sometimes. Sometimes hard enough to make his knuckles sore for weeks. Sometime hard enough to make the bleed and he'd have to show up to school in bandages. He never told anyone that he did it to himself, except for Gamzee. For some reason Karkat trusted the odd clown boy.

Karkat was headed to his next class when he passed the juggalo. All he said to him was 'Hey'. Not 'Hey muthafucka' how's it going?' just, 'Hey.' Gamzee seemed so out of sorts today. He didn't sit at the table this morning and his goofy grin was replaced by a terrifyingly dark look. Almost like if someone said the wrong thing to him, he would bash in their head with a club.

Karkat continued to look at his usually goofy friend as he walked, when he finally turned back towards the direction he was walking in, Karkat ran into the same jerk who had tripped him in the cafeteria.

"Out of my way, freak!" Karkat was shoved into the lockers as the brute passed him.

"I WASN'T EVEN IN YOUR WAY YOU BRAINLESS MEAT SACK!" He shouted in response. Karkat had been in his way but he just got so infuriated by his slurs that he had to say something back! Karkat had been triggered and in return he triggered the boy right back. In moments, he grabbed Karkat's collar aggressively "What did you just call me you little shit?"

"DID I FUCKING STUTTER? MAYBE YOU SHOULD CLEAN OUT YOUR WAX FILLED HEARING CAVES ONCE IN AWHILE! LET GO OF ME!" sure Karkat sounded kind of tough, and yeah he had adrenaline coursing through him, but he was scared out of his mind. He didn't want to fight anyone, much less this hulking beast of a boy.

The upperclassman threw Karkat's smaller body against the lockers and punched him in the stomach, causing him to cough and spit. Karkat began to cry from the pain and as the onslaught continued his vision began to blur. He slumped to the floor and through his tears he could see the assailant's foot pull back, ready to kick his bruising body. So he braced himself.

But the kick never came. Karkat opened his eyes to see his abuser being thrown into the lockers across the hall. The surrounding crowd sounded surprised and a bit scared too.

"W-what the fuck?" the assaulter shrieked in confusion.

The silhouette of Karkat's savior crept towards the goon forebodingly.

WHOOPS CLIFFHANGER?
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