You have just experienced a CRITICAL EXISTENCE FAILURE. The force of your reaction has done an Olympic-grade fucking arabesque, and it has erased all of existence. You are now a mere conscience screaming itself raw as it pirouettes slowly in the nothingness where there used to be a planet.
GAME OVER. TRY AGAIN?
No, wait.
You realize you still have a body, with a clenched fist attached to it and your airsacs filled with imprecations that you’re dying to let out, and so you didn’t accidentally cause the end of all existence.
You can’t react to it because Vriska has taken control of your body just in time to put your hand against your mouth. All that comes out is a muffled “HMPHFFFFFFFK.”
You glare at her. There at times you are sorely tempted to flip black on her.
“Vriska!” John exclaims, distressed. It would make you feel all warm and fuzzy, except pity isn’t in any way a decent alternative to a plan.
“Just a sec, John, it’s an emergency” she says, raising her finger. You can’t do anything but glare at her. “I’m sorry, Karkat. But you were going to shout the security system down and it would be exactly what you don’t want to happen, right? I’ll make it up to you later. Now, I’m going to let go of your hand. Don’t call security on us, okay, Karkat?”
“Come on, Vriska, of course Karkat’s not going to!”
She ignores John’s protests.
“Nod if it’s okay,” she tells you.
What are you going to do? It’s not like “I TOLD THEM NOT TO DO IT” is ever a working excuse.
They’re going to owe you so many apologies after this. If you'd bother to work out how many - though apologies aren't an exhaustively quantifiable and you're fucking aware of it - you'd probably find they owe you all of them, to steal a phrase.
Grudgingly, you nod.
The pressure of the palm of your hand eases up, and you can cross your arm to your bloodpusher’s content.
“Fine.”
John grins, and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “You’ll see, it’s gonna be awesome!”
Downright unforgettable is what it’s gonna be.
You say so.
Vriska catches your look and grins. “So that’s good, then. You see, I have a plan.”
>Karkat: React to this heap of spidershit (FILL: TEAM PARCELPYXIS)
You have just experienced a CRITICAL EXISTENCE FAILURE. The force of your reaction has done an Olympic-grade fucking arabesque, and it has erased all of existence. You are now a mere conscience screaming itself raw as it pirouettes slowly in the nothingness where there used to be a planet.
GAME OVER. TRY AGAIN?
No, wait.
You realize you still have a body, with a clenched fist attached to it and your airsacs filled with imprecations that you’re dying to let out, and so you didn’t accidentally cause the end of all existence.
You can’t react to it because Vriska has taken control of your body just in time to put your hand against your mouth. All that comes out is a muffled “HMPHFFFFFFFK.”
You glare at her. There at times you are sorely tempted to flip black on her.
“Vriska!” John exclaims, distressed. It would make you feel all warm and fuzzy, except pity isn’t in any way a decent alternative to a plan.
“Just a sec, John, it’s an emergency” she says, raising her finger. You can’t do anything but glare at her. “I’m sorry, Karkat. But you were going to shout the security system down and it would be exactly what you don’t want to happen, right? I’ll make it up to you later. Now, I’m going to let go of your hand. Don’t call security on us, okay, Karkat?”
“Come on, Vriska, of course Karkat’s not going to!”
She ignores John’s protests.
“Nod if it’s okay,” she tells you.
What are you going to do? It’s not like “I TOLD THEM NOT TO DO IT” is ever a working excuse.
They’re going to owe you so many apologies after this. If you'd bother to work out how many - though apologies aren't an exhaustively quantifiable and you're fucking aware of it - you'd probably find they owe you all of them, to steal a phrase.
Grudgingly, you nod.
The pressure of the palm of your hand eases up, and you can cross your arm to your bloodpusher’s content.
“Fine.”
John grins, and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “You’ll see, it’s gonna be awesome!”
Downright unforgettable is what it’s gonna be.
You say so.
Vriska catches your look and grins. “So that’s good, then. You see, I have a plan.”
>Vriska: Reveal plan