#ghostydoof

You rise from a blissful night’s sleep, having spent the evening prior with Rose, to your palmhusk exploding with notifications. As you roll onto your side to check them, you are greeted with all manner of distress surrounding John “Ghostydoof” Egbert. That isn’t anything new of course, but the fact that John was stuck in the middle between his moirail and new friend, Karkat, made you pity the poor human. For once you were not the source of resentment or drama in his life, luckily for you. However that is what happens when you avoid someone for almost a week.

After getting caught up on the recent drama you pop open your PMs and attempt to message John. <This message could not be delivered> Thats strange you wonder, so you try it again...And again….And again. The same message pops up every time, before long it becomes clear. For one reason or another he has blocked you! This causes a mild tantrum as you throw your palmhusk at the end of the bed and you yelling about his stupidity and how for once you were innocent! At least that’s what you wanted to believe, however soon self doubt set in and you began to wallow. You hadn’t been a worthy kismesis. You were a coward. You could not bear to speak with him for almost a week. What good are you to him if you can’t even rise to the occasion for even a simple conversation. The same thoughts repeat in your head as you soon collapse and smack yourself with pillows.

An hour or two passes before you finally get the courage to try and confront him personally. You were ready to speak with him. To be honest about how you truly felt. And if worst comes to worst, suffer whatever form of wrath the human was capable of. After all, is it not the destiny for all lowbloods to suffer? You thought painfully as you stood outside his door. Finally as you enter however you find the hive missing its key resident. You give a passing greeting to the slumbering residents of the apartment as you investigate. It's not the first time you have done this either, you have become sort of an expert in detective work when it comes to him. After a cursory check of the kitchen where you discover a list of unfamiliar transportalizer coordinates on the thermal hull. You key them into your notes to cross reference or visit after your investigation. Soon you find yourself in the bathroom where you locate a bloody shirt! With red blood no less! You momentarily panic as you recognize it as his shirt, and the blood being similar to what you've seen of his. Before long you bend down to properly investigate the evidence, the blood appears  to be at chest and shoulder level. No obvious damage to the shirt otherwise. To your relief you assume it is not actually his, but you don’t rule out the possibility. You snap a picture of it and leave it where you found it as to not disturb the potential crime scene further.

Since it has become painfully clear to you that he is not here and there was obviously something wrong given the shirt, new coordinate(s), and recent arguments online. You decide to take the search out on the town. You begin searching at the closest places he might be, the local Denny’s, grocery store, the farmer’s market. After hours of wandering to no avail, you expand your search to his place of employment. You you ask about him from his co-workers, but unfortunately they do not know anything of his whereabouts. Exhausted you continue your search for the rest of the day, running yourself ragged searching high and low for the human you ~~hate~~ love.