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▼: *A little red grub wiggles it's way around, entirely lost it seems*
▲: oh hi there little guy!
▼: *the grub perks up, turning in alarm, the nubby horns on his head bright candy-corn colored* FUTT! *he uttered, not actually angry, but it just seemed to come naturally to him*
▲: *kneels down next to him and chuckles a bit* karkat is that you? you're so tiny!
▼: *he seems to be even more interested once he's called by name. He wriggles his way closer, resting onto the shoe of whoever had called him* FUTT! FUTT! *he repeated excitedly*
▲: *and now he's giggling pretty hard. cute! well, he'd never say that out loud, that's totally uncool!* hehe, this is so strange... *pats his head and smiles* you alright? you look a little far away from home!
▼: *the grub trills softly when stroked, tilting his head as John spoke to him through those oddly endearing buckteeth* Home? *he repeats, picking up on the vocabulary it seemed*
▲: yeah! oh...hm. i guess you can't talk very well yet! well, you seem kinda lost, and you shouldn't be here by yourself! you could get hurt, or stepped on or something! *he frowns a bit before scooping the little grub up in his arms* there. now no one can hurt you!
▼: *the wriggler goes particularly temperamental when scooped without warning. He turns and struggles and keens and seems entirely terrified of being so far from the ground before promtply LATCHING onto John's arms, his eyes wide as saucers*
▼: FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHERE DID THE LITTLE CRETIN GO?! *annoyed snarls could be heard not too far away, apparently the grown Karkat was looking for the grub*
▲: oh, sorry little buddy! i guess i should've warned you before i did that! *he tightens his grasp on little karkat and as he hears the other voice, John turns around to see the grown-up version of the little grub in his hands*
▲: karkat, is that you??
▼: *the sight of Egbert is enough to entirely relieve and stress him. Karkat opens his mouth, ready to shower the human with all forms of unwelcoming insults-* ... *his jaw falls slack as he realizes the red... thing, nestled in John's arms* ... THIS HAS GOT TO BE SOME CRUEL TWIST OF FATE.
▼: *the grub, in return, hissed pointedly at Karkat, snuggling into John further*
▲: hehehe! looking for this little guy? *John motions to the grub in his arms and grins* do i even want to know how this is possible?
▼: I'D BE ASKING THE SAME THING, EGBERT, IF I WEREN'T MORE WORRIED WITH GETTING THIS LITTLE FREAK OFF MY DASH BEFORE HE CAUSES SOME FUCKED UP TEMPORAL BULLSHIT BY BEING IN AN AGE HE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE IN. *he snarled softly, glaring pointedly down at the grub who, stunningly enough, returned his golden eyed glared perfectly*
▼: FUTT! *the grub cussed at him, turning around so he wouldn't be facing Karkat anymore and, instead, nuzzling the Heir of Breath's shirt*
▼: DON'T YOU TURN YOUR SLIMY LITTLE BACK ON ME, NOOK-SUCKER! *what do you know, he could even get riled up at his grub-self*
▲: well i gotta admit, this is the strangest thing i've ever experienced before. *John tightens his hold on little Karkat before frowning at big Karkat* hey don't be mean to him! he didn't do anything wrong.
▲: it's okay little buddy, i won't let big karkat hurt you! *he nearly nuzzles his face into the surprisingly-endearing little grub* hehe, so what's up, anyways? do you need him back?
▼: *was he... was he... was he getting lectured by John over a GRUB?! He couldn't flipped an acrobatic pirouette off the fucking handle had he any available. Instead, he took to facepalming so hard that it made the little grub jump* THAT DESPICABLE BRAT HAS TO GO BACK TO IT'S PROPER PLACE IN HE TIME LINE OR ELSE I'M NEVER GOING TO EXIST, JOHN... REMEMBER?
▼: *the grub stared at Karkat for a few moments as he spoke. He then promptly ignored EVERYTHING the troll had said and was back to nuzzling John, trilling delightfully at the affectionate human*
▲: aww...yeah, i guess you're right. it's just that, hehe, he's kinda cute! i think he likes me! *he shifts his weight onto his other leg and pouts a little* though i'll be awful sad to see him go. isn't that right, little karkat? *and now he's practically baby-talking to the little guy*
▲: how do we send him back anyways?
▼: *he did his best to ignore the wibble talk, eyebrow twitching in utmost disgust* YEAH YEAH OF COURSE YOU WILL SINCE IT'S IN YOUR NATURE TO BE GIRL TALKING WITH THE BABY VERSION OF MYSELF. SERIOUSLY DOES NOTHING EVER FUCKING FLIP YOU OUT? *he spoke in soft snarling, but continued anyways* IT CAME IN THROUGH A PORTAL. SAID PORTAL IS STILL OPEN, SO I'M GONNA TOSS THE FUCKER IN BEFORE ANY OF THE OTHERS HAVE TIME TO COME OUT.
▲: nah! why would this flip me out? hehe. anyways, can i at least go with you to the portal to send him off?
▼: ... *he glanced between John and his grub-self (taking the time to squint and leer at the wriggler)* ... FINE, CONSIDERING YOU'RE AS ATTACHED TO HIM AS A MOTHER-LUSUS. *he replied in dull poison, guiding John deeper into the lab*
▲: *John cheerfully follows along, making sure not to jostle the grub in his arms too much.* well i mean come on! he's practically defenseless in this big world. look at how small he is! *he smiles again and shuts his mouth for the moment so Karkat wouldn't get too pissed at him.*
▼: *with a devilish idea, Karkat sighed, rolling his eyes in feigned annoyance* YEAH, HE'S IN SUCH DESPERATE NEED FOR A PARENT JOHN, YOU SHOULD GO AHEAD AND ADOPT THAT BULGE-SUCKER AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGER ON HIS NOSE ALL DAY LONG.
▲: i'm sure he'd like that! but i'm not sure i'd be the best parent for a troll. i mean i probably wouldn't be the best parent for a human kid, you know? *Still, Karkat's statement makes John laugh pretty hard* besides, we're sending him back. i'm sure he'll be fine, right? i mean you turned out okay!
▼: SHUT UP, I TURNED OUT AMAZING. *he answered in mild discontent, although was actually kind of flattered that John would think that. The grub, getting a bit restless, began to nibble on John's God Tier hood*
▲: yeah! so there you go. *John looks down and chuckles softy at the grub* hehe, karkat, that's not food! i'm not sure that cotton tastes good! *he softly pats little Karkat's head again*
▼: HE'S NOT EATING IT, YOU FUCKASS. HE'S SHARPENING HIS FANGS-
▼: *true enough, little Karkat was rolling his fangs all over the fabric, shredding it and making little holes and rips and tears with his stunningly sharp fangs*
▲: *John looks a little shocked at this revelation and tries to pry Karkat's head away from his awesome hood* hey hey! you're gonna chew a big hole through it if you keep it up! *he turns back to big Karkat with a worried look on his face* is this normal???
▼: FOR THE MAJORITY OF WRIGGLERS. THEY CAN LITTERALLY TEAR THROUGH BONES ON THE FIRST FEW MONTHS OF THEIR CHEWING TENDENCIES. *he explained boredly, finally reaching the portal that had been left open* THERE, JUST TOSS THAT SUCKER IN BEFORE IT EATS UP ALL YOUR CLOTHES. *which believe it or not, was an entire possibility*
▼: *the grub, noticing what they were about to do, started to keen and whine, crying loudly as he mooshed his face into John's chest. Maybe if he acted cute and sad enough they'd let him stay*
▲: aw...it's okay little guy. you gotta go back! things might majorly screw up if you don't, okay? *John looks sad as he comforts the grub in his arms. Then he kneels down and puts little Karkat right by the edge of the portal, giving him a little push* i'll met you again though, i promise! you'll be fine, okay?
▼: *the grub paused, turned around, frowned deeply. He hurried back to John's hand, furiously nuzzling it as if he were scared to return where he belonged*
▲: *John's frown only deepens as he sees little Karkat's desperate attempt to stay back in this timeline.* i know, i know. i don't want you to go back either, trust me! i wish you could stay here with me and big karkat... *He scratches the grub's head one last time before pointing to the portal* come on now, it's time to go! i'm really gonna miss you!
▼: *the grub seemed to shrink. He sank his head, bumped his forehead softly against John's skin, and proceeded through the portal, which closed so soon as he'd gone through*
▼: *Karkat, for once, had watched quietly. He decided not to tell him why the grub had been so hesitant; it'd likely make the boy feel guilty*
▲: *John watches the grub disappear through the portal and with a heavy sigh, lifts himself up from the floor. He dusts his knees off, adjusts his hood and turns back to Karkat, a forced smile on his face* well, that's that.
▼: ... YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT. *he answers dully, making it quite clear that he could see through that strangled smile*
▲: *John snickers a little; for once he's glad for Karkat's sarcastic remarks* pffffff, i look fine, what are you talking about? *He walks over to Karkat and shrugs* so what now?
▼: ... YOU WOULDN'T MAKE THAT BAD A FATHER. *he spoke with strange, almost uncharacterized sincerity, not about to let Egbert change the subject so easily*
▲: you really think so, karkat? *John raises his eyebrows before breaking out into a small but genuine smile* seriously?
▼: IT'S PRETTY MUCH YOUR GENETIC CODE, ISN'T IT? YOU FUCKING BRED EIGHT KIDS OUT OF ECTOPLASMIC SLIME, BABY SAT THEM, HANDED RABBITS EVERY DIRECTION UNTIL I WAS SICK AND DIZZY, AND THEN YOU STILL MANAGED TO CRADDLE GRUB-ME LIKE I WAS JUST WRIGGLED. IT'S LIKELY THE ONLY THING YOU'LL DO RIGHT. *it was a back handed compliment, and he tried to mask it with insults as best he could. But in short... Karkat sincerely thought John would make a good father*
▲: well...i guess so! i guess it just came naturally. hehe. *And now he's got a big dopey smile on his face, thanks Karkat. Oh, and he chose to ignore the last sentence because he knew that Karkat didn't mean it. Too much.* thanks, karkat. seriously! that's one of the nicest things you've ever said to me...
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