The Bad Part of Town || Karkat x Reader || Part 1

"Can't you hold it in? It's like another 20 minutes til we get back to the apartment."

"Can we just stop at a nearby McDonalds? I'll even get you the little kid's apple juice box!" You bargained with your older brother, Dave Strider, who looked at you seriously from behind his shades. His red eyes seemed to pierce your soul, making a wave of fear pass over you, which didn't help your situation. He didn't seem upset at the fact  You looked away, and clutched your knees to your chest.

He looks over at you and sighs. "We are not going to stop, now quit your whining and stop over exaggerating it. It's not cool at all." His eyes dart back to the road as the windshield wipers squeak back and forth, as if trying to urge you to pee in your pants.

"Why nooooot? It's just McDonalds, and we don't even have to go to a McDonalds! It can be a Starbucks. OR JUST A PLACE WITH A BATHROOM SO HEAVEN HELP ME I WILL PISS IN YOUR FUCKING CAR DAVE." Your screeching seems not to affect his decision in the slightest.

The cool kid's reply was short, curt, and very cold and unsypmathetic. "Don't give me that bullshit, [Name]. You know exactly why we're not stopping." As if on instinct, his slender hand grabs yours, one hand still on the steering wheel. This was normal for him, this happened every single time you drove through this part of town.

Softly and gently, you remove your hands from his, and kiss his cheek lovingly. You avert your eyes from him, shifting to your side so your back faces him, as rain trails down the window. You know why he's not stopping. Staring out the window, the lights seem to spiderweb when you look at it through a single drop. Stretching your neck around to him, you sigh. "I know. I'm sorry."

The reason why you're not stopping:

This was The bad part of town.  

Now, you were quite familiar with the history, and how this came to be "the bad part of town". There was this species called trolls, who had migrated from their planet, to yours, and they weren't quite accepted. Most lived in Alternia District, also dubbed to be "the bad part of town". This was all according to what people have told you, and apparently there were shootouts every night, robberies in broad daylight, and kidnappings almost all over. You were too young to remember, but Dave said that your older OLDER bro, Dirk, died in a shootout when trying to protect an innocent troll. You found this story quite courageous, considering he was a police officer. But Dave always blamed the trolls for his death, and never let you out of the car when driving home from school.

To be honest, they didn't seem so bad as people made them out to be. Your school was full of trolls and humans, and although they always sat at different lunch tables from the other freshmen in high school, they weren't ever violent. In fact, if anything, it were the humans who were violent, bullying the trolls, beating them, and even during school, the teachers did nothing to stop them.

"It's okay, [Name]." Somehow, you knew he was only saying that to make you feel better, but you didn't reply to him after that.

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As you awaited to take a piss, you realized twenty minutes had already passed, and you looked at Dave. "You're such a liar."

"But you forgot that you had to pee."

He had a point, you realized, as you passed more of the buildings in Alternia District, and you noticed that most of them were apartments, that had windows with bars over them. Most of the store fronts had them too, you realized. You saw many trolls walking up and down the sidewalk, a few lucky ones having umbrellas in this pouring rain, but most were dressed in various color sweatshirts, and you noticed one with zigzag horns and a purple umbrella. 

"Eridan Ampora. He goes to my school," you say to yourself, as Dave looks at you.

"Don't get involved with them. Look what happened to bro."

"They're not that bad, Dave! And Dirk knew the risk of becoming a police officer when he took the job, so stop blaming it on them!" You burst out, and you groan. Now you just pissed off your bro, and you have to pee.

The rest of the car ride was silent, just the occasional growl from you when Dave tried to talk to you.

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You were finally able to pee, after practically bursting through the door of your apartment, shutting the door, flopping onto the bed, and opening your laptop to tumblr, deviantart, gmail, youtube, and basically all of your internet things. Especially Pesterchum. Always Pesterchum. You had made so many friends through the internet, and that was the only way to communicate.

As soon as you log on, someone begins to pester you. Well, you assumed it was pester, because there was a glitch in your version and it didn't say what kind of activity the person was doing to you. 

CG: I HAVE TO GO TO FUCKING SCHOOL TOMORROW. ITS SO FUCKING STUPID I SWEAR I ALREADY KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING THEY'RE TEACHING, ITS LIKE THEY KNOW THIS AND THEY DO IT *JUST* TO SPITE ME.

CH: oh come on cg its not too bad

CH: it could be a lot worse

CH: all the teachers could not give a damn about you

CH: and just leave you in your own sob corner

CG: DAMN. YOU'RE LEARNING FROM ME [CH].

CH: i learn from the best

CH: not you

CH: just kidding cg

CH: youre pretty awesome

CG: I KNOW. YOU SHOULD FUCKING BOW DOWN TO ME.

CH: ill fucking make you bow down when i kick you in your vagina

CG: I'M A FUCKING DUDE.

CH: im just messing with you jfc cant you take a joke

CH: you crack so many snarky comments yet you cant take your own

CG: WHATEVER. YOU'RE JUST STUPID.

CH: I know.

CG: WILL I EVER GET TO MEET YOU IN REAL LIFE? IT SOUNDS KIND OF NEEDY BUT I'M SERIOUSLY ABOUT TO KILL MYSELF WITH MY BROTHERS LECTURING.

CH: cg dont joke about suicide its not funny

CH: you know exactly why so dont you even fucking dare

CG: SORRY [CH]. I FORGOT.

CH: its fine

CH: just try not to do it again

CH: and you dont sound too pushy

CH: but i dont even know where you live jfc 

CG: NEVERMIND. LET'S KEEP IT THAT WAY. I GOTTA FUCKING GO, FUCKASS. YOU CAN TEXT ME.

CH: bye cg

There was a knock at your door, before it swung open. "[Name]? I'm going to go out with a couple of friends. Don't blow up the fucking house or anything." You smiled, knowing that Dave was just going over to stay at his girlfriend's house, but you didn't really care, because it meant you could just do whatever the hell you wanted until three in the morning.

You hear your bedroom door close, and soon enough the front door close. As you peer out the window, you see him walking to his car, talking to someone on his iphone. You glance at your own, which has a (f/c) with a (icon) on it. You know you have Gemometry homework to do, but you're way too fucking lazy to do it. You'll just do it during lunch. There's a ringing coming from your phone. "Aw shit who the hell is it now?"

Walking over, you answer the phone and don't even bother to look at the caller ID. "Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?"

"Jesus fucking christ, this is the first time I call you and this is what I fucking get? Real nice, [CH]."

"Oh, it's you CG."

"Call me Karkat, fuckass."

"Call me queen, beyotch!" You yell into your phone, laying back on your bed, snickering at your own reply. Through your phone, he screams profanities at you, making you pull the said phone away from your ear. It was like he talked in caps lock. IN REAL LIFE. "You talk too much... Karkles..." That certainly shut him up.

"OI! Don't fucking call me that!"

"Awww you're so mean Karkles! I'll tell you my name if I can still call you Karkles!"

"...Deal."

"My name is [Name]."

"Cute."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Whatever, (really fucking annoying yet adorable nickname). I got Karkles, you get (really fucking annoying yet adorable nickname)."

He gives a dry laugh. "You don't want to see my ugly face. Especially you, (really fucking annoying yet adorable nickname)."

"Although I wouldn't mind seeing your cute one."

This makes you freeze in place, and you chuckle. "You're such an asshole. You have a girlfriend, remember? TZ is her name. That was literally the first fucking thing you told me when I started to pester you."

If you were on his side of the phone, you could see a small smile grace his grey lips. "I actually broke up with her a while ago. We're still friends, on some weird, fucked up as hell level."

"You are a piece of work, you know that Karkles?"

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As you dragged your ass to lunch, you dreaded the fact that you would probably have to sit alone, like a nerd, and finish your damn geometry homework because you were a "lazy fuckass", according to Karkat. Holding the bagged lunch Dave had thrown at your head when dropping you off at school, you looked inside, to find apple juice, some kind of sandwhich, and you were pretty sure he packed you stale pringles. Maybe you should just throw your lunch away like every day. You decide against it for the fact that you don't want to wait in the lunch line and you're too broke to go buy anything from the school anyways.

At first glance, you smiled, thinking you saw an empty table, but it was soon taken by the trolls that everyone hated. You didn't hate them. You probably hated everyone but them, considering that everyone else were assholes to you. Looking around, you saw more and more people sit down, leaving no space for you. You always supposed that you could sit in the library, but that place was already crowded as fuck by now, you made the mistake of going there on the day before finals, and you barely escaped before some kid strangled your for going on the computer for ten minutes.

So, where to sit?

What? But Dave told me specifically to avoid them, and I don't want to get him mad! They seem like nice people nonetheless though.

You make your way towards the trolls, your (f/c) backpack slung over your right shoulder. One of them, with bi-colored glasses, looks you over as you approach the table.

"AA, thomeoneth making there way here. They're walking fatht."

Another troll girl, who he was referring to as AA, looks at you and gives you a smile when you stop in front of their table. "Hello." Her voice is very... How to say... Smooth, almost metallic, if that was possible.

You suddenly feel very self conscience of yourself, and you berate yourself for being nervous around them. "E-Erm, can I s-sit with you guys?"

"Hoooooooow cute! She's stuttering~! Here. Sit right there." A girl with glasses says to you, and she has a robotic arm as she points to the seat across from her. She's actually very pretty, but you have a feeling you don't want to get on her bad side.

"Oh! Thank you!" You smile, looking around the table, and you see many trolls, with different size and shaped horns. You end up sitting next to the guy with bi-color glasses, him to your right, and some troll who you're pretty sure is high is to your left. The table is awkwardly silent, as a few of them exchange whispers, and stealing glances. You start blushing and hang your head, feeling bad for making them feel awkward. There is the sound of someone standing up from their table, and their heels clack on the floor of the lunch room, almost powering over all the conversation being made.

"Soooooooo what do we have here?" A snarky voice asked, and you groaned. Maya. Motherfucking Maya, someone, please, anybody, remove this bitch from your life! "The little loser is playing nice with the freaks I see. Probably because your bro told you, right?" She fiddled a little with your hair, and you sighed, standing up.

Your anger was getting the better of you. Why were people such bitches to them? They were nicer then all the people combined. "Maya, fuck off before I kick your ass so hard that you won't be able to have anal with the guy who's cheating on you because you're too wide!" You growl, grabbing her wrist, and pushing her away.

Her ebony locks bounce back as she gasps, and splutters, but can't actually form an actual sentence due to the fact that she got burned. With a fucking flamethrower.

She walked away, dejected, as the guy with bi-colored glasses hi-fived you.

You soon come to find out the names of all the trolls around you as the lunch period goes on, conversating with them, telling jokes and laughing. 

"Hath anyone theen KK?" Sollux asked, and you tilted your head to the side, confused. 

"KK?"

"He'th a total aththhole and conthatantly callth people f-"

"Who's the fuckass sitting in my seat?"

"Ah, Karkitty! It's nice to see you again!" Nepeta mewls, and you frown. That name sounds awfully familiar. As does his voice...

You stand up, taking your lunch with you, having decided not to throw it away. "Sorry Karkles... I mean Karkitty. I mean KK. Fuck. It doesn't matter, I'm [Name]. It's nice to meet you." You turn and start walking away, your bag once again slung around your shoulder. Where on earth could you sit now? Maybe you'll go sit in the hallway. It's always empty anyways.

He sets his lunch tray down, and smirks at your back. "It's nice to finally see you in fucking person, (really fucking annoying yet adorable nickname)."