This Chapter is long overdue. Sadly my ocd when it comes to writing wouldn't let me even look at this fic till i figured out how to fix that rushed ending or at least put a band aid on it so i could write the next chapter. More about this at the end of the Chapter. Right now my only job is telling you Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie not me. I also still don't have a beta so spelling and grammar errors might show up rather frequently. You have been warned!

Tired

There's something to be said about the silence between words. Sometimes it's a comfortable silence between two friends. Other times it's an awkward silence with a stranger. But when push came to shove in the debate of silences this one would take the cake.

It was a tense and personal silence. Dark shadowed figures encircled him, as if playing a demented version of ring around the rosie. Somehow he could tell their eyes were on him as he stood in the echoing silence. What they wanted from him felt unknown. At times it was if they were waiting for him to speak, other times he felt as if they were wishing for him to die.

He had no idea how long he had been stuck standing here trapped by their spinning movement, but he could already tell it was more then enough to drive a man to insanity. Something had to be done to end this stalemate. Anything would be good at this point, but what?

After a moment or so nervously talking seemed to have become his conclusion. His words but a mere babble as he attempted and failed to tare apart the moving figures silence.

When casual words failed to work he reacted like a scared child and begin to lash out. There was truly no reason to besides the fact that he felt inexplicably scared, and for some reason felt that if they would only just listen, everything would be fine.

Yelling at the top of his lungs he all but begged them to listen. To listen to him and to respond. For anyone to respond. Their silence, and simple acceptance that all was fine greatly unnerved him like no other. Probably because this had easily become the loneliest and emptiest silence ever heard.

After screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs he would finally break. Falling to the ground out of breath and out of strength he felt as if he had given up. Rationality at least somewhat present in his mind he didn't, no couldn't understand why he was acting like this. Acting so desperate to be heard. Yet all he could register was that his words no matter how loud where ignored, and the pain that it brought began to burn like no other.

His frustration no matter how random it seemed was at its peak. Struggling to return his breath a single, "Fuck.." Echoed through the room. Whether this action had triggered the next he was unsure but the feeling of dread as it occurred felt just.

All at once the circling figures seemed to stop. Their unseen gaze now solely fixed on him. First it was a mere murmur, but soon the sound grew harsh. No matter how he had achieved it, it soon became all to clear that the shadows silence was over. The question that now came into focus was if he could handle what this meant. Slowly, one by one the eleven shaded figures harsh whispers filled the air, accompanied by the sense of looming dread.

The words no matter how hushed sounded sharp yet almost impossible to make out. The words if they could even be called that were so quick and sudden that they could have easily be mistaken for sharp intakes of breath. The intensity behind them felt almost unmistakable.

The figures all at once began to move closer. Long shaded arms reaching to him as if trying to touch him with their cold, blurred hands. Once they were close enough to grasp at him, several arms launched at him and began pulling him in conflicting directions.

"P-, please stop.." He gasped as the hands continue to grab at his body. He was scarred. He had been given a reaction just as he wished, but this was more then he could have bargained for. Their contact alone had already reduced him to a mere whisper.

The figures continued to push and grasp at him. Their whispers growing and growing till they became full out yelling. Screaming at him to be heard almost in the exact way he had moments ago screamed at them.

One figure grasped at his jacket urgently trying to pull him away, another tried to push him to the ground, it's disgust visible through bodily actions alone. A smaller figure held tightly to his arm as if begging him to stay put, while a larger one grabbed and pulled on his hair yelling a mash of unrecognized words.

"Stop it," he tried again almost amazed how his voice came out as nothing more then a hollow sob.

He began to struggle, one of the figures who stood behind him grasped his wrists and lifted him into the air, dangling what must of been inches above the ground. This figures grasp felt of smoldering lava and the scream that escaped his lips from the pain was unavoidable.

Opening his eye he tried to suppress the burning pain. Blinking away gathering tears his eyes almost instantly widened in surprise as the face of one of the figures slowly came into to focus. Only inches away from his own.

If he had been scared before he now had the full right to be terrified. Her shape was that of a monster. Dark grey almost black skinned, she stood confidently before him. Sharp features that showed high cheek bones lead his gaze to fuchsia irises surrounded by yellow. Her lips were painted a sickening shake of pink and pulled back into a deadly grin, exposing shark like teeth in the process. Almost all her features where surrounded by a mass of hair. Horns like a demon broke through her hair and loomed over his head as she leaned closer.

"Boy." Her eyes seemed to challenge, her whole overall tone felt too mirthful to be sane.

Breaking eye contact from the dark being He tried to look past her only for his gaze to be suddenly caught by sight of a twelfth figure standing in the distance. This figure was also clearer yet not clear enough. A blur of a person stood behind this empress of a monster watching him. Judging him as if questioning intervention. Yet.. He knew this person would not. He.. He knew this person. A.. A.. Young man. Probably only a few years younger then him, dressed in some sort of red clothing article. He.. Was trying to say something. The boy was looking directly him and trying to tell him something.

Struggling against his bound hands his gaze never left the boys. Even as the feeling of multiple hands all but clawed and tore at his body.

Though the feeling of the grasping hands and being bound remained everything else was all starting to fade away from view. Nothing else seemed to matter except the boy as he began to grow more and more distant.

"I Can't hear you!" He began to shout towards figure in hope that he would return. He couldn't let him leave. Not when he was so close. "Please, Come back! I, You have to help me!"

Unable to suppress the tears any longer they began to steam down his face. His struggling against his now invisible restraints became more frantic. The figure was gone. He was gone and it would soon be too late. "No! Stop! You have to help m-"

Then just like that a sharp pain blossomed though his chest with a sudden piercing sensation in his heart. His words where choked back, his vision grew dark, and his head started to drop as he began to wake up.

Eyes darting open Kankri bolted awake, his hand flying to the spot only seconds ago he would of sworn he had been shot. His fight or flight Instincts were on high alert as he could practically feel his heart pounding through his chest. Gasping for air his eyes clench shut and his whole body quivered still on high from the dream. That was... Certainly something he hoped he'd never experience again.

After giving himself a few moments to regain his breath, he moved his arm over wet eyes and let out one last shaky breath. That dream had been... Intense. Unlike Karkat, such intense dreams were rather rare for him. Or should he say that intense dream was rare for him, considering it was the same nightmare every time.

Moving his arm he wiped away lingering tears as he tried to rationalize his thought process. Normally that dream was only triggered by times of great distress.. Apparently Karkat's late appearance, and his lack of guardian skills, last night had freaked him out more then he thought.

Slowly he moved to sit up. Glancing at the Living room clock relief filled his chest when he saw it was still rather early in the morning. He still had hours before he had to get ready for work, and Karkat ready for his first day of school. Thank god.. He honestly had no clue if he could handle being late to work and a nightmare in one morning.

Removing the warm hand made quilt, his girlfriend had long ago made him, he let the apartments morning chill help further pull him back to reality. As the dream seemed to feel more and more distant compared to the chill in the air, part of him actually felt glad that he moved the space heater into his old room for Karkat.

Getting up from the couch Kankri glanced once more at the clock. Normally if he woke up early he'd just try to get more sleep, but after his nightmare he couldn't really see that happening. Instead he decided he'd probably just get a head start on his day instead.

Making his way to the kitchen he let his mind be filled with his daily schedule of trying to figure out what to make Karkat for breakfast for when he woke up. Getting out pancake mix he lit the stove and got to work. His nightmare and encounter with Karkat last night drifting farther from his mind by the second. After all, It was best not to linger on such upsetting things anyway.

This chapter kind of feels rather short to me, but that's probably because it's from Kankri's point of view.. Anyway time for a heart to heart here random reader who actually reads the authors notes. For the longest time I couldn't bring myself to even look at this fic because I felt like I messed up on that last chapter with the rushed ending. After a while I finally convinced myself that I was just being silly and came back to it, and here I am. I did edit the last chapter, so feel free to go back and read it anyone who's been following me. Considering how my patch up job is from Kankri's pov. I decided to write a chapter in his pov. to make up for the patch up job I just did. Personally this chapter just feels more detailed.

Now getting on about some of the discoveries made in this chapter. I think we all agree that the most shocking is that Kankri has a girl friend. Wtf. Which brings me to the topic of ships for this fic. Unlike Hussie I'm going the other direction with this and by saying that no ships are official. People will get together, and people will break up. Even if this fic ends with a ship that may not suet your fancy, feel secure in the fact that it might not have worked out after all, and your otp might have gotten together after the fic ended. Oh yeah, and apparently Karkats not the only one who has nightmares. psh,not like that's important though.

Next chapter we're back to Karkat's pov. and we get one awkward first day of school. Thanks for reading this, also feel free to favorite, follow, and review leaving commentary, constructive criticism, or bets on how badly Karkat will do on his first day. Updates from this point will be random but hopefully will come out much quicker then this one did.