Chapter 17:

Third Person POV:

When homeroom began, the class was a blur. Students were chatting and eating and doing who knows what, while the teacher Mrs. Disciple tried to calm the class down. But there were a few people sitting down quietly, this consisted of a bored Karkat Vantas, a polite Kanaya Maryam, and a sleeping Jade Harley. The whole ordeal was indeed a mess.

So while nervously attempted to take attendance, the class was joyously absorbing the last few moments of summer break while they lasted.

"Ok class lets-" crash "um get the-" talking "class started?" She frets, flinching at every loud noise.

That's when the door slams open, a wave of air hitting the class. There stood a teacher, who was tall, with long blonde hair and an eyepatch, her smirk was almost scary, going along with her mischievous cobalt eyes. Ms. Mindfang. A relentless teacher that everyone was scared of.

"EVERYBODY SHADDAP!" She screams, and everyone immediately shuts up. She smiles "th8nk you!" And leaves.

The whole class, dumbfounded, blinks silently. And that's when Mrs. Disciple took attendance.

"Eridan Ampora?"

"Here"

Karkat winces, remembering his body, cut in half, blood staining the floor.

"Sollux Captor?"

"Here"

Another stab to his memories, the feeling of dread as he saw his best friend die a horrible death during experiments.

And the list continued, each person's name slicing into Karkat like a rusty blade. Until.

"Gamzee Makara?"

"Motherf***ing here sis"

Karkat felt like he would be ripped in half like Eridan, and then burned to a crisp like Kanaya, and then stabbed repeatedly like Dave. Not Gamzee. He could take Eridan, he could take Dave, he could take Kanaya. But not Gamzee.

Karkat shuts his eyes, shaking the memories of purple blood and that dreaded HONK away, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

After homeroom, Gamzee approaches Karkat, whimsical smile plastered on his face. "What up bro? You don't look very motherf***ing chill bro?" He chants, a happy look in his eye.

"IM FINE." Karkat says, brushing the guy off.

AN: done (finally) don't even get me started on this chapter. I know. Filler. And I know." Karkat y u brush off Gam?" But just let it go. (If you actually read the authors notes, you'd be frozening off the handle rite now. It's my test)

Disclaimer; yes. I wrote Homestuck. I am actually Andrew Hussie.

(Homestuck isn't mine)