A/N: Good day/night, my lovely little readers! I decided to write a Homestuck fanfiction to appease my itch to pair the hell out of every freaking character in Homestuck's existence. This will obviously be a JohnKat story, but there will be several other pairings in here later.

I may get some things wrong, so please tell me if I do! I need to know! I can HANDLE the truth! I live off of reviews and criticism. Please R&R, I beseech you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck, but Andrew Hussie does. Take it up with him if you disagree.

Note: Of course there will be differences in the canonical aspect of Homestuck, due to my liberal use of my artistic license.

I take any suggestions/comments/flames/etc. with pleasure! I love it when people tell me what I do right or wrong in my work; do not hesitate to review with honesty. I do not bite. ;D

This chapter will be in Karkat Vantas's point of view. John Egderp will come later, I promise! Enough of this tomfoolery, on with this train wreck!

Veins

Chapter One:

The Integration of Species

A new world, a fresh start for the new highschool student Karkat Vantas, I suppose. I, being the aforementioned fresh meat of the planet Earth, was not going to enjoy this experience.

I pondered the human concept of 'highschool' as I entered the large building dominating the surrounding flat landscape. It was an enormous fucking structure acting as Skaia Academy's main building, and it towered over the relatively plain lands around it. Once I passed through the large oak doors, I sighed in relief, for the cold, bitter wind of an October evening was purged from the interior by a wonderful gust of warmth. On Alternia, my home planet, it wouldn't be this Goddamn cold.

But I'm not on Alternia, am I? No, I am in Hellhole, Shitstain, otherwise known as Scratch, Maine. The miniscule town of Scratch was located near the sea. Its rocky 'beach' was little more than a stony cliff that plunged into the ocean at a terrifyingly steep incline. The rocks, sharp and deadly, deterred anyone from going near the cliff's edge. Huge waves pounded against the cliff-face, spraying the precipice with salt water. I can smell the salt water all the way from the school, which is fucking ten miles away.

"This year is going to suck bone bulge," I declared in a huff as I strode through the main hallway toward the main office. Once I found the damn thing, I slipped through the doorway quietly and slunk up to the main desk to receive my schedule. I did not want to draw attention to myself. Not here, in a new place, a new planet. I had had enough shit from others for my…mutation, and I would be damned to the ninth layer of Earth hell and fucked sideways with a fucking spoon if I would take anymore of that from any humans. Now that I was on this new "Human Planet", Earth, no one would give a fuck, flying, or not, about what sludge runs through my damnable veins. Everyone's here is the same; candy. Fucking. Apple. RED. So, because of this, there is no hemospectrum like back on Alternia. Huh, I suppose that's a pinprick of light against the ocean of dismal black I'm facing.

And why was I on this hunk of floating human horseshit instead of my planet? Eleven other trolls and I were 'selected' to take part of a program created by the collaboration of trolls and humans that would integrate our two species by placing us in a human school. This is utter hoof beast shit, and everyone else knows it, too. Her Imperious Condescension is out of her fucking thinkpan. I'm relieved that at least other trolls, who happened to be friends of mine, were along for the ride, but I am fucking crabby as fuck that my lusus isn't here to suffer with me. He always made me feel safe, but now that I'm stuck in a foreign realm, I feel so damn alone. I'm just wondering where the fuck my moirail is. I need some calming down, and Gamzee Makara is just the fucking juggalo to do that.

I snatched my schedule from the secretary human and sauntered out of the room, setting off in search of my new hive – uh, well, "dorm", as it is called. Humans are so fucking strange. I looked at the schedule in the top left-hand corner and deduced that my hive was called the Prospit Dorm, and was at the other side of the Goddamned campus.

I growled half-heartedly and headed out of the building to search for my dorm. Maybe the others would be there already? I sure as hell hoped so. I'd go batshit insane without some remnant of my old home, even if I lived in fear of being culled every second of every day. I looked at my schedule to distract me from these homesick thoughts. The paper said something about a 'Sophomore year'. It must be some human way to judge what 'year' of school a human is in. Again, I think humans are damn weird. The schedule reads as follows:

Name: Vantas, Karkat

Locker: 223

Dorm: Prospit, Room 612

Student ID: 413KV

Year: 10th Grade, Sophomore

P. 1: Speech II – Roxy Lalonde, Room 5B

P. 2: English Advanced Honors II – Jake English, Room 33B

Recess, Cafeteria

P. 3: Algebra Honors II – Dirk Strider, Room 216A

P. 4: World Geography II – Doc Scratch, Room 78C

P. 5: German II – Jane Crocker, Room 17A

Lunch, Cafeteria

P. 6: Biology Advanced Honors II – Jack Noir, Room 20B

P. 7: Health/Physical Education – Karla Colvin, Gymnasium

What the hell is this gibbershit? My thinkpan is throbbing from just looking at this thing. I don't have any fucking idea as to where these rooms are located, and classes officially begin in two days! I look up from my schedule as I am walking, and I perceive a looming structure just ahead. I squint my eyes to see the sign. It says PROSPIT in large, bold lettering on the sign beside the entrance. It looks nice; the brick is a dark blackish color, and the roof has slightly faded grey shingles adorning it. The door is a freshly painted black. I like the color palate around here. I guess humans don't fuck up everything.

I enter the dorm building and begin looking for my designated room. I peruse the numbers beside each door, walking slowly and deliberately so as not to skip my room number. Will I have a respiteblock to myself? Who will be my hivemate? Is he some nooksucker fuckass douche not worth my precious time?

I finally find my room number, and I grab my key. I fumble with the lock and open the door.

Stupid lousy Goddamn locks.

They really are pieces of shit.

Seriously, they're life-ruiners.

I quickly step inside and throw my shit, which consists of a backpack full of notebooks, textbooks, and other crap, a messenger bag, and a huge duffel bag with my clothes, toiletries, and other items, down on the floor beside the door. The lights are out, and it's almost pitch-black, due to the time being late in the evening. I stumble around the room, kicking off my shoes and shrug off my thick gray jacket. I blindly place my hand on a piece of furniture I assume is a couch – a shitty one at that – and I look around (a lot of fucking good that does me in the dark).

"Hello? Anyone, troll or human, in here?" I ask, casting my gaze about the room for a sign of life. My eyes fall on a long prostrate form on the ground. I hear a muffled sound of surprise and a gasp as I see the figure sit up quickly. The room is very dim, so I can't tell what species it is, but I have a feeling…a niggling feeling that it was a...

Oh God.

Fuck me.

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