Your name is John Egbert, and you have just finished letting your friend in when you decide to tell Willy aout Dave, and problems begin to occur.

"You can tell me anything, John boy."

You take a deep breath, and sigh. "Karkat, the shouty one, was kind of mad the other day, and I don't know what to do about it."

Willy, his face as bright as ever, says, "Why was he upset? Was it something between you and this boy named Dave, the blonde one?"

You chuckle before nodding. "How do you know all of this, anyway? Are you a mind reader?"

Willy shrugs. "I guess it just comes to mind."

You are willing to ask more questions, before you remember that he is the one questioning you about your problems. Even if it was kind cool that he could instantly connect events like that.

You tell him a little more about Dave, and his personality. You also tell Willy how you have to tutor Dave. He notices that before you didn't like it, but now you actually seem to enjoy talking about Dave, and being his friend. His face still not revealing anything other than a happy mood, he asks:

"Do you have any other feelings other than friendship for this boy? Such as more than friendship?"

Your face heats up, and you can already tell your voice cracks a little. Not to mention it's higher than a little girl's soprano voice. "N-No!"

"You can tell me John boy. I will not reveal the information to pretty much anyone else, not to mention that I would hardly care at all if you had feelings for someone of the same gender," Willy pauses for a second, then adds, "Not that I mean I wouldn't care, but I mean, like, I wouldn't hate you for your homosexuality."

Your face is probably more red than a freshly ripe tomato at this point, and you take a few short, deep breaths. "But I'm not a homosexual."

"Just because you aren't a homosexual doesn't mean you can like Dave. In my opinion, it's just a gender. Does it really matter?" Willy has a point, and as if to prove it, he crosses his arms and gives you a look. You stare for a half-second at the Creeper on his Minecraft shirt (it was a Saturday, there was no need for uniforms), before sighing deeply.

"I guess it doesn't." before your friend can say anything, however, you add, "But what about Karkat?"

"If anything, your grumpy friend seems to be very protective of you. By the way you are describing him, you seem to care as much about him as you do Dave, but not exactly in terms of wanting a deeper relationship I guess. What I'm saying is that it's obvious Karkat likes you, but he hates Dave with a burning passion."

You have scaled on your Echeladder to "Tomato Chump". Good job. Your BOOK-KIND also recieves an upgrade for your state of being oblivious.

"My advice is to talk it over with Karkat and see if there's anyone else who wants a relationship with your troll-y friend. Maybe you can make both of your friends happy without the risk of losing either of them."

"That's a good idea," you admit. "What'm I going to do about Noir?"

"I think you should search for more clues before you actually do anything." Willy gives you a white grin and you smile back at him. "I'd be happy to help. More than happy, because I don't like Noir at all!"

"Okay then, deal. But where are we going to look first?"

Willy gives you another sharp grin as he stands and waves a hand rather matter-of-factly. "I think I know just the right place."

Your name is WILLIAM, also known as WILLY, and this is a fucking great idea. Pardon the language. PRIM stands in front of, with John at your side. You three are currently behind the PROSPIT DORMS, meaning you are in a good place if you want to be out of sight.

"John, this is Prim."

Primrose holds out her hand, and John shakes it. The greeting is formal, but both of them actually have shining eyes full of joy at the prospect of meeting. That was a good pun. Prospit. Prospect.

Prim brandishes her TOOTHCOMBKIND, and you prefer the STAPLER. Or known as STAPLERKIND. John just has a really heavy dictionary, and you all (Except Prim) break the fourth wall by placing in your INVENTORIES. You don't actually know what that means, though.

"Where to, kind mailwoman?" you ask Prim. She grins and flourishes her canekind, then tapped it against the back wall of the dorm. She waves at you and John. "Take a seat. This may take a while ." From somewhere behind you, you pull up a wooden crate (convieniently placed) to sit down, and John does the same. Prim reaches out to you, and from somewhere on your character and hand it to her. They're Crayola, of course.

She takes the chalk pack with a small nod of gratitude and she opens it, taking out a white piece. She turns, only slightly away from you and John, and you notice the other boy's expression change to something that may be confusion. She draws a map, it seems, using the white piece the most often. After a few moments, she turns back to you and John and tapped with the canekind at the pictures she had drawn, starting first with one that closely resembled the Prospit dorms.

"See here," she says, sounding rather proud of her drawing, "we are here, at the dorms. As you already know, there are three. Prospit, Exiles, Derse. Sometime, a few days ago, from a source that wishes to remain anonymous, we were informed that Mister Noir was seen heading in this direction."

Drawing horizontally from the Prospit picture, she makes an invisible line towards the school. "Not suspicious, right? Just a teacher, heading towards the school. But no!" John jumps with surprise at the force of her words, and the invisible line Prim had drawn suddenly veers off away from the school, towards what looks to be a raggedy, broken down building. "And instead, the suspect heads towards the Broken Alley."

"Broken Alley?" John asks, confused. Prim nods, tapping the building three times.

"You don't know about it? Are you new? Maybe? I don't know, but this is actually a very important part of this scene, or whatever you wanna call it. This building was actually a factory at one point, part of the Crocker Corps, where you said your dad works, John. And now, they say-"

"They know." you cut in, but give Prim an apologetic look. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Prim assures you, "You're right. We know that now, there are some dealings going on there. Bad dealings, if you know what I mean. A day or so ago, a student was spotted around this area. Maybe they were looking for clues the same way we are, but I seriously doubt it, since they were carrying a paper bag full of something."

"What are we going to do about this, though?" John reasons, "There's only three of us, and if Dave joins in, that makes four. I don't know if there's anyone willing to help us, especially with such a fucked up request like this. Maybe not even Jade."

Prim smiles knowingly, and taps her cane against her palm slowly. "I think I know someone who can help us."

Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and this guy Prim had introduced you to is now looking at you with nothing less than suspicion.

"Alex, John. John, Alex." Willy says cheerily. "Alex, I met John a few days ago, but he is a very nice boy, and he is in a lot of trouble, I think." You smile at Alex awkwardly, and you extend your hand for a handshake. Alex narrows his eyes slightly before shaking it firmly. He looks you in the eye (his eyes are a strange yellowish color,) with something that you think is respect. You gesture back with a small nod, and his features soften, but only slightly. Alex looks at Willy now, an eyebrow raised. And-

Just like that, something that looks like spit-up remains appears on the ground next to Alex and he flinches with surprise. When you look more closely (not for too long, eugh), you think it's a piece of pie. Or used to be.

Anyway, the four of you ignore it. Your current location is the EXILES DORM, and you are in Alex and Willy's dorm. They invited you in, ignoring your insists to talk outside. "We can't let anyone here this," Prim had once reminded you. And right she was.

'Mad information, bro.' Dave would have said at one point. Dave, you really miss him. You hadn't seen him since..

"So, what do you guys have in mind? A good plan would work, I'm pretty sure that Willy's current plan isn't suitable, especially with the kind of people we're up against, here. A first-class killer."

Prim smiles knowingly once again, and it sends a sharp shiver up your spine. "I think," she says, slowly so you will hear every word. "I think I have a plan."

Lysol: I'm really happy i made you guys happy with that last chapter, and i'm sooooooo sorry this took so long to update! please forgive me ;w; this story's not dead!