#causticgibber

((Holy shit, that is a good drawing.))

Dave had managed to get a lot of thinking done while he was off alone in the woods, drawing in the dirt and playing caveman by himself. The silence allowed the vague thoughts, that had been whispering through the convoluted layers of his mind, to make themselves heard, and then also afforded him the time to actually address them without the possibility of comfortable distraction. The conclusions he reached were not all bad, but one hung over the rest as a dark prospect that he was reluctant to tackle even after he had been home for a while. Still, the longer he put it off, the worse he would feel when it finally caught up to him.

Deep breath. He made the walk to Karkat’s room, Minnie the cat in his arms, and knocked on the door.

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▼- Our muses in a broken elevator.

You’re a good fucking troll. You don’t deserve this.

Well... you’re mostly good. You try to be. Most of the time. Some of the time. Maybe you’re a little morally impure in a lot of ways, and maybe you have a penchant for impulsiveness and.

And you’re stuck in an elevator - a dream bubble elevator - with some fucking kid.

Some kid with a torture device for a sign. Just your luck. What sort of edgelord has paradox space landed you with this time?

How do elevators even break in the dream bubbles?? Couldn’t you just... remember them fixed again? But try as you might to do just this, it doesn’t work. You curse your luck under your breath, jabbing at a few buttons. All that happens is the lights flicker, twice, and then go out. The elevator seems to be quite content to stay just where it is.

You’re half tempted to see if you can break the elevator enough to get out. This is stupid and a waste of time. But you know you’re simply resigned to waiting, so with a groan, you do the only other thing you can think to do - fall back against the wall with your shoulders, and slide to sit on the floor.

You’re not entirely sure how you managed to run into your alternate, but after some looking around you conclude that you must have fallen asleep and entered a dream bubble. However, the fact that the bane of your timeline is still following you around everywhere does nothing but irk you.

You stare at the Furby before you for a moment and are tempted to try to burn it. However, you’re not sure if there’s anything flammable in this bubble and you definitely don’t want to turn your back on this abomination long enough to find out.

Finding out that it’s an alternate thing is probably what pisses you off the most. Who is this guy and has he never experienced the true horror these things bring? You glare at your alternate, unsure if you should even humor him with a verbal response.

Of course, Karkat wasn’t about to keep the Furby he had. He thought it was an idiotic robotic fuzzbeast and he wanted it out of his sight. And it gave him the worst feeling in his stomach. And, upon thinking about it, he felt it would be better to throw it at someone and let them deal with it.

What he didn’t expect, at least, when he threw it, was the fact he would have begun laughing upon realizing he had just thrown it at not just someone. But it was one of his alternates. He tried to hold back as much as he could. Yet, the smile kept tugging at his face, snickers pouring out with each and every attempt not to. But it wasn’t long before he busted into full on laughter, making him bend over and grip his stomach.