Open like a bar on a friday night

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bluekat, Terezi, and YOU AND YOU AND YOU
Setting: Dormitory hallways
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Karkat is half-losing his mind hearing the voices of people that shouldn't be there, and Terezi's barely helping the situation.
Warnings: One possibly loud cerulean blood.

[Karkat is really not ok with this. Any of this.

Terezi's company was enough to keep him from Utterly Flipping His Shit like he had upon meeting her in the halls, but it wasn't entirely comforting (especially with that blue smear on her outfit). Chances are anyone in the hallways will hear him before they actually spot the pair of them.]

Look, I'm not saying that other shit isn't possible, but it's the most obvious fucking explanation, ok? I feel like I'm sleepwalking here -- like if I trip hard enough, I'll tumble into some proverbial abyss with sharp rocks at the bottom. Maybe some weird symbolism following me on the way down!

All I'm saying is that this is way too fucking creepy to be real life. Period. Done. Finite.

Comments

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course! It smells like...

[Well. She's not too familiar with John Human's scent, but...]

John?

[Kind of?]

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

Uh. Yeah, that's me.

[He thinks he's heard the name Terezi somewhere, but is still kind of weirded out by.]

Hi, guys?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's what I thought.

[And Karkat takes a second to straighten his tie before promptly...

Flipping The Fuck Out.]

What the fuck do you think you're doing sneaking up on me like that, Harley?! Jegus fuck, it's like you've never played a Survival Horror title, except OH WAIT WE WERE PLAYING ONE BEFORE WE GOT DRAGGED TO THIS SHITHOLE!

[He's secretly relieved, because oh thank god, something that's familiar that isn't just an illusion.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Staaaaring.]

Harley?

[Headtilt!]

Joooohn, why is your hair all weird and long?

[Wait.]

Uggghh, is this more timeline bullshit?

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

[John just kind of... ignores the yelling, just staring at Karkat thoughtfully. Then, after a moment:]

Wait. Karkat? Is that you?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Of course it's me, idiot.

[Pausing to look at Terezi.]

Judging by your reaction, I guess so?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

So stupid!

[She huffs.]

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

Gosh, this is so weird! You don't look anything like I thought you would!

And yeah, there's a ton of time bullshit going on around here. I met Jade and Rose earlier, but they were all... different. And they asked about my hair too!

[He turns to Terezi.]

Seriously, what's wrong with my hair?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

What the fuck did you think I would look like?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

It's really long! And I am sure he expected you to be much more intimidating, Karkat!

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

With all that talk about your bizarre alien biology, I thought you'd look more like giant bugs! Instead of just... people with candy corn horns. And my hair's not that long! Other Jade's is longer.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Just because I was raised by a giant bug doesn't mean I am one.

[Agitated grumbling in Terezi's direction.]

Fuck off, Terezi.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Candy cane horns?

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

You were raised by a giant bug!? That is so cool!

And yeah, your horns look just like candy corn! So weird. [Staring curiously at the horns, he steps closer to Karkat and reaches out to touch one.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

A giant spider, actually.

[Watches this curiously...until he sees what he's doing and promptly leans away.]

The fuck are you doing?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but spiders are lame! And gross.

[She just tilts her head as John reaches for Karkat's horns.]

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to check if they feel like candy corn too! [Annnnd reaching for it again.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Fuck off, spiders are awesome.

[Catching his wrist.]

They feel like horns, genius.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Liar! They feel like nubs.

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

Just let me feel them, Karkat! It'll keep me up at night if you don't!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Are you shitting me?

[Closing one eye -- YOU'RE GOING TO MESS UP HIS HAIR.]

They're just horns--fuck you, my horns are fine!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She cackles and reaches for them herself.]

They're tiny little nubs!

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

[GRAB.]

Huh. They do just feel like horns!

[RUB RUB. Not letting go anytime soon.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[The anger on Karkat's face dissolves into horror when both parties grab his horns, trying to duck is way away from them and shove their hands off.]

GET THE FUCK OFF ME!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[He gets his horns away from her, so she latches onto his arm, instead. She is cracking the fuck up.]

You are such a wriggler!

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

[So is John, in fact.]

Oh man, Karkat, look at your face!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Oh fantastic, now he's pinned by his arms. Commence disgruntled growling and attempts to shrug them off.]

I can feel the blood starting to leak out of my sponge clots.

[And now he's...fighting to get a hand up to fix his hair.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Really, Karkat? Really? Terezi has a new target. Namely, making Karkat's hair as messy as possible.]

[dreamsofderp.livejournal.com]

What are sponge clots? Oh, your ears?

[Leaning closer and peering at them.]

I don't see any blood here!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[this


is



stupid.]

Nevermind, Harley. Forget i--would you stop that??

[SLAPPING AT TEREZI'S HANDS.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Nope!

[Ignoring the slaps! She's just trying even harder to mess up his hair.]