Andrew Hussie does not belong to me, therefore neither does Homestuck.
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Have you ever wondered what it's like to watch the world through a glass bowl? You see the same scenes everyday, the same people passing back and forth, and if they come too close and touch it, it cracks.
A dark haired boy tiptoed out of a hospital dorm. He glanced around himself. All he could see were pristine walls and floors. He sniffed at the stale hospital smell. Grimaced. To his far left was a map of the hospital and a hand sanitizing machine. He made a mental note of his room number. 314. He'd need to remember it if he were to get away with this. Scuffling through the sickeningly white corridor, his heart leapt as he heard a laugh ahead of him. "God. Fucking. Damn it..." It must have been nurses coming to check on him. He scrambled back through the hallway, tripping over his foot in the process and made a frustrated noise resembling "ASDFGHJKL." He managed to suppress a whimper and hopped around on one foot, hissing, trying to make the pain go away. He wiped sweat off his forehead with the neck of his old Alesana shirt, hoping his face wasn't red. The nurse was approaching, his footsteps the only sound greater than Karkat's pounding heart.
Further up the hall, Karkat could hear a muffled voice. He walked up beside a closed door and put his ear to the wood that framed a beautiful stained glass window.
"Baby that would take away everything... Good in my life... Mmmmmm..."
A smile played upon his coffee stained lips. He inched closer.
"And tell me now... HOW DO I LIVE WITHOUT YOU?!"
Karkat stifled a chuckle. Someone was singing?
"I want to know, HOW DO I BREATHE WITHOUT YOU?!"
...
"...How do I EVER! EVER SURVIVE?!ooooooHOOOOOOOHHHH!"
He made a strangled choking noise, almost falling to the floor in the process. His face was definitely red now.
"PFT...! WHAT THE EVERLASTING FUCK WAS THAT HAHAHA-!
Too loud. Oops. Karkat saw a shadow start to approach him behind his reflection in the stained glass.
"Oh fuck." He swore, and stumbled off drunkenly in between giggles. He held his stomach and bent. A stitch had formed in his lower abdomen. "Just what I needed," He thought to himself, but the rare smile that terrible singing had inspired just wouldn't go away. He decided to own it for a little while.
He stood opposite to his initial point. In front of his room. He decided to leave this 'adventure' until another day. For now, he just wanted to lie down till his stitch left. He entered, turned to close the door and put up the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign.
When he reached for the handle, he noticed something different about it, though. Of course he didn't usually notice doorknobs or anything, it's just that this particular doorknob was a little strange. Compared to the rest of the doorknobs in the hospital, this one was engraved with a snake eating it's tail in a circle. And that was when it occurred to him that this wasn't his room. And that he was a fucking idiot.
314, not 413, damn it!
He finally put his back to the door, unsurprised by what he found. An empty room, apart from a glassy white computer on a table and a chair. The wall was a sickly white, unmarked but faded from years of wear, somewhat like the colour of Karkat's skin. The marble floor was a clear, porcelain blue and sent a shiver through his bare feet. It was a simple, but uninviting room. Karkat didn't see that though. Every reckless situation was inviting to him. Stepping further to the computer, he noticed the strange keys and levers sticking out of the keyboard. He failed to suppress a grin.
Karkat's fingers hovered above each button, each switch, each meter. This keyboard was more of a puzzle than a pentagonal Rubik's cube. He placed the tip of his finger on a button that closely resembled a start sign. But instead of a circle and a line, there was another tail eating it's tail designed on the button. He pressed the button. The light of the screen dimly illuminated the room. Karkat's curiosity grew by the millisecond. If his parents were here, they'd probably tell him to leave it alone, to 'fuck back off into his own room' or to 'finish the fucking homework that his overpriced school gave him.' That was the most considerate they could get. His sharp tongue must have been passed down by them. Disgusting.
Karkat felt a strange piercing feeling in his chest. He winced. Thoughts about his family usually didn't affect him this much. He guessed this was what he got after showing so much emotion today, no matter how discreetly. His parents may not have cared enough to check on him in hospital, but they sure had plenty of time for his older brother, Kankri. Kankri was as perfect as perfect could get. He aced his exams, never raised his voice and always scored first place in everything he set his mind to. His only flaw would have been that he was rather long winded. He was the only one who had ever loved Karkat.
The pain in Karkat's chest fluctuated between a stinging jealousy and a desperate silent throbbing. Ever since his brother's unfortunate accident, Karkat's parents just increased their resent. They blamed him for trying to murder his own brother. It was kind of... Well, a very hard thing to live with. Karkat's parents made him suffer every moment of his life. They convinced him that no one loved him. Because if your parents won't love you, who will? Some days he would return to his room with a broken heart, and others he would just have a broken nose. Sticks and stones.
But no one was there to stop him this time. His parents had nothing to say to him now. He was free. Free from everything. He pressed a button.
triggeringOrator began pestering carcinoGeneticist
TO: Karkat.
TO: KARKAT.
CG: ... WHAT?
TO: Well, I simply wanted t9 n9tify y9u that y9u are n9t l9sing y9ur sanity. I kn9w very well that y9u were at 9ne p9int c9ntemplating the p9ssi6ility that y9u may have actually g9ne, ahem, mad 9r the like, 6ut y9u may safely discard that idea fr9m y9ur 6rain. Alth9ugh I may n9t assure y9u that y9u are much t99 intellectual t9 c9nf9rm t9 such a state 9f mi- 9h! Excuse me! I d9 h9pe that the t9pic I had just menti9ned was n9t t99 sensitive an area t9 talk a69ut f9r y9u. Y9u must remind pe9ple a69ut these triggers 6ef9re beginning a c9nversati9n! 9n that n9te, may I add that every9ne has different triggers, which may 6e influenced 6y likes and dislikes, age, past relati9nships, peers, childh99d events, sentimentality, familial issues... present state 9f mind, recent deaths... c9mm9n disa6ilities... Many pe9ple fail t9 educate themselves a69ut these triggers, this is 9ften a key cause t9...
CG: TO WHAT
TO: I... I f9rg9t. And 9nce again, many 9f these triggers may include pers9nal hygiene, the discl9sure 9f secrets, the dispersal 9f a family... And finally, the mental health 9f a teenage 6eing. Feel free t9 ask any questi9ns at any time, 6r9ther.
CG: AGAIN, WHAT?
TO: What is n9t a relevant questi9n. Y9u understand. If you feel the slightest 6it c9nfused 6y any 9f this, y9u may ask me. 9f c9urse, this is 6ecause I am y9ur 6r9ther and I l9ve y9u. Even m9re, now that y9u n9w have the p9wer to c9mmunicate with me and respect the fact that I have 6ut a few w9rds t9 share.
CG: SHUT YOUR FUCKING CAKE HOLE UP YOU INSUFFERABLE CHRISTMAS JUMPER CLAD PRICK
TO: That was quite rude, Karkat, y9u musn't use such vile language. Language such as this is 9ften c9nsidered a trigger, particularly t9 y9ung children and many 9f the elderly. Swearing must 6e tagged as a trigger in fr9nt 9f such a cr9wd, 9therwise it may lead t9 s9me disastr9us situati9ns. Speaking 9f disastr9us situati9ns, what were y9u d9ing this m9rning?
CG: WHAT THE FUCK, KANKRI?
CG: WHY IN ALL FUCKING HEAVEN AND HELL ARE YOU HERE?
CG: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE
CG: FORGET IT.
TO: St9p interrupting! I just wanted t9 greet y9u.
CG: YOURE NOT KANKRI
CG: YOU
CG: YOU CANT BE
TC: hOnK :o)
TC: HeY bEsT fRiEnD
CG: GAMZEE?
CG: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE
TC: I dIdNt MeAn No MoThErFuCkEr To GeT hIs FrEaK oN
TC: SoLbRo JuSt GaVe A mOtHeRfUcKeR yOuR tRoLlHaNdLe
TO: N9w n9w, y9ung acquaintance, I w9uld like t9 advise y9u t9 tag any p9ssi6le triggers with the p9tential t9 69ther my si6ling. It seems that y9u may have 6reached a certain line with my y9unger 6r9ther.
CG: OH MY GOG.
TO: Tags, Karkat. #cursing #p9ssi6letriggers #tags
carcinoGeneticist blocked triggeringOrator