Hey there! SuperFreakeh here. This is the first motherlovin' thing I'm publishing. My friends and I played a Game of Hats and it ended...well, with interesting results. Pay no mind to the abrupt start here. It's kinda supposed to be like that (?) and I dunno. I kinda suck at this thing so let's see how it goes, yeah?

-o-

"Nope. No way in hell. Not with that assgrabbing, dumbfuck of a life form."

Snickers from all corners of the room. "Why not?" Jade asks, her voice a bit too innocent.

"He doesn't fucking count."

"Hey, that's hurtful," Dave breaks in, a playful smirk on his face. "Now let's go do this." He stands up in one smooth move and advances towards the opposite side of the circle where Karkat is sitting cross-legged.

The petite troll feverishly waves his hands and attempts to protest. "Oh, nonononono, I said no—!" but there is never any more time for him to finish. Dave Strider has deftly scooped him up and slung him over his shoulders.

"Guys! Strider, I'm telling you—!" and once more Karkat is cut off by a slap on the ass from Dave. "You're as good as mine, Vantas."

-o-

An hour earlier, Karkat was being dragged into the Lalonde's house party by Gamzee. Feeling indebted to his moirail, if one could even call their relationship that, Karkat caved when Gamzee asked him to attend the party.

"It's fucking last minute, Gamzee. There's no way we'd be admitted."

"Chill out, it's just Rose and her human pals. No need to go all up motherfucking psycho here, Karbro," Gamzee drawls. Karkat has a hard time even understanding what he just said.

"Yeah, but I'm probably unwanted and—"

"Shoosh, brah. Don't be sayin' no such thing. Your existence is here and now, and it's a motherfucking fucker of a miracle, it is."

Karkat frowns. "Okay, now what did you just say?"

"That's the spirit, man. Let's trip the motherfuck out, now." Without any words to describe his current situation, Karkat gives in even as his elbow is being pulled from its socket on the way to the door. He attempts to break free, but Gamzee's grip is obliviously iron-like. He sighs as they make their way to the party, about a mile down the road.

It's not until he hears the muted sound of far-off techno that Karkat thinks to ask his friend about the other guests. "So, it'll be Lalonde and Egderp and Harley for sure…what about the others?" he asks.

"Others?" Gamzee, towering above the smaller troll, looks down with only lazy confusion on his face.

"Yeah. Eridan, Sollux, Vriska, you know. The others." Karkat secretly prays that none of the mentioned trolls will be there.

No such luck. "Yeah, I think they be out here tonight, too." Ugh.

"Okay, but anyone else? Strider?" Karkat almost doesn't mention the name because once again, he's praying that the kid won't show up, and so far Karkat's been unlucky tonight.

"Huh? I can't motherfuckin' hear ya, bro."

Are you serious? But Karkat realizes that as they approach the large house, its windows blaring with various lights and the bass making his heart beat in time, that there is almost no way Gamzee could hear him now. He gives up; whatever Fate had in store for him tonight had better happen and be done with.

The duo walks up the pathway. It was quite the walk here, but it was almost worth it, Karkat thinks. The lights cast daunting but colorful shadows upon every crevice and harmless lasers sway to and fro across the lawn. The house is huge but secluded, and it's the perfect night for a party. There are small clumps of kids and trolls alike hanging off of the porch or chasing each other in the grass, and far off in the fields is the subtle glow of glow sticks. As they are let in through the door by a tipsy, scantily-clad girl, the party atmosphere finally kicks in and Karkat can feel it. Tonight, he thinks. Anything can happen.

So: yay or nay? I had planned on this being a oneshot but my hand slipped. More to come, and soon!