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HONK.
BEEEEEEP.
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You fucking hate that clown.
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WHY IS IT STILL FUCKING RAINING?
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You are now KARKAT VANTAS, and you are standing in your room, alone, fearing to go downstairs for light of INTERACTION with your FUCKING FAMILY.
You would've preferred to stay at your BEST FRIENDS house today, but apparently the FUCKING WEATHER got in the way of those plans, and now you're stuck in here, with only the solace of your computer and the disappointing qualities of the rain pouring outside.
Despite the situation you are in, you have a large number of FRIENDS/ACQUAINTANCES/ASSHOLES YOU KNOW. Most people you know fit in that last category, and you usually talk to these people over PESTERCHUM, on your computer. You also have a deepset interest in TELEVISION SHOWS FROM THE LATE 1990s, and have various posters hanging around your room of them. You are interested in CODING but AREN'T VERY GOOD AT IT.
Apart from these interests and barring ones that you'd rather not talk about, you have a fondness for NEAR-MARINE SEMI-AQUATIC LIFE, and in fact, have a PET CRAB downstairs. But you probably won't see him today if you want to avoid your family, which is PRIORITY NUMBER ONE.
Your Pesterchum handle is coagulatedGenealogy, and you tend to get really fucking angry at everyone, ALL THE GODDAMN TIME.
Apart from that, today is your birthday. You don't really give a flying fuck, but then, everyone else seemed to, when it was a thing. But now it's night and nobody gives a shit. It's fine by you. At least your parents didn't neglect you enough to not name you until 13.
What will you do?












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