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You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--

The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.

"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily as it winds its way through white drifts of snow. Sunlight streams through the window, heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows when the wind is right.

It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state.

"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."

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Anger-fueled tornado, meet anger-fueled earthquake. Karkat glowers at the troll as he weighs two things in his mind: a) he is a troll, and hallelujah to that, because he wouldn't be the lone, troll warrior in the Land of monkey-based, evolved lifeforms and whatever the hell that guy sitting next to him is, and b) he is an adult troll so the weatherman is saying that there's a good chance of murder today. Fuuuuck.

"What the fuck do you want?"

And then it hits him. Beyond the tacky goatee, the troll is wearing red shackles like the one on his own shirt and his eyes are tinted red. Is this him? The other red grub from the lab?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

Wrong answer, you dumb little fuck. The Midwife storms forward, grabbing the younger troll by the front of his shirt and leaning in close.

"Listen to me, you cleft little shitstack. You are going to tell me exactly why the fuck I am now only the second most pathetic genetic misfortune on Alternia, or I will put your puny ass in the time-out corner, so help me, any relevant deity."

His face doesn't look that similar, truth be told - not enough facial hair - but the horns and shirt, yeah, those are ringing some bells. His eyes haven't filled in with blood yet, he's not old enough, barely five or six sweeps, but presumably they're the same blood type too.

God, he hates this little runt already.

"Look at all this vomit spewing forth from your wordgash!" Karkat tries his best to shove the asshole off. "Are you fucking retarded? Can you not see that I'm just as fucking clueless are you are? Get your mutant paws off of me, you pathetic waste of space or I swear to God I'm going to--"

Karkat opens his... Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, his strife specibus doesn't work. His sickle is gone. He stiffens up. "I'm going to call the drones!"

Slam. The Midwife places both his hands on Karkat's shoulders, staring him straight in the eye. In those eyes lies many emotions - fury. Hatred. Confusion. Tenderness okay no it's mainly self-loathing and hatred.

And then he opens his mouth and shrieks.

"THE DRONES CAN'T HELP YOU NOW, YOU ABSOLUTE WASTE OF GENETIC SLURRY. ALL THAT IS LEFT IS THE LAW. MEANING ME. I AM THE LAW."

whoops looks like he's shaking you at this point Karkat. w h o o p s.

Karkat's think pan turns into scrambled eggs for a few seconds there but it doesn't take him to retaliate. He will not be outyelled. He flails and shoves and kicks and screams.

"GET AWAY FROM ME. GET OFF, GET OFF, GET OOOOFF. IF ANYBODY HERE DESERVES AUTHORITATIVE COMMAND, IT SHOULD BE ME. I FUCKING MADE YOU. I AM THE REASON YOU CAME TO BE. STRICTLY SPEAKING, I AM YOUR GOD, MOTHERFUCKER. BOW DOWN AND SHOW ME SOME FUCKING RESPECT BEFORE MY RAGE BLOWS UP YOUR HEAD GOD I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH."

Is he exaggerating too much? Maybe. He is technically their Mother Grub, not his God. But, well, he needs to win this thing for his pride's sake

The Midwife is actually impressed by the force with which this prepupated asshole shrieks and slams his weight around. But he is The Midwife, dammit, and no troll that hasn't left the surface yet will outdo his might. (Except the bluebloods. Obviously. And they're polite enough to listen, dammit.)

"AND THUS BEGIN THE RECORDINGS OF THE MIDWIFE PROPHET: DO YOU KNOW WHAT GOD JUST SAID? HE WANTS THE TIME-OUT CHAIR. HE WANTS THE CHAIR."

And thus begins a wrestling match to force Karkat Vantas back into his seat.

"NOT THE FUCKING CHAIR."

Thrashing! Hissing! Screaming! Flailing! Punching! Kicking!

But eventually, the Midwife manages to force him in his seat. Karkat's arms are too tired to fight so rests them to his side as he glowers at him. If looks could kill, this whole fucking train would've exploded off the goddamn railing by now.

"This. Is. Stupid."

"No shit? Maybe next time you'll think before doing that again."

doing what karkat
you were the one to scream at him

He stands up, removing his hands before crossing his arms and glaring down at the troll.

"I want some fucking answers, you overzealous slurryscuzzer. How the fuck did you get here? Because I know there isn't a single fucking parallel universe where I have a potential descendant without being removed - or removing myself - from the goddamn genepool first."

"Doing WHAT? You were the one that fucking stalked up to me like a famished barkbeast and started screaming!"

Karkat mirrors the arm crossing and glares up at the troll. God, he has such a punchable face.

"The same way you got here, grubfucker. How many times do I have to tell you? I KNOW JACK SHIT. What the fuck do you mean descendant? I'm not a mutant hemospectrum reject like you. I have..."

Karkat looks at his shirt. What was his blood color?

"None of your goddamn business, fucknuts."

"Bullshit. Fact: you are an abhorrent freak of nature, and possibly the only thing in the limitless multiverse more disgusting than me." He uncrosses his arms, tapping his foot lightly, and points his head out the door.

"Hold the fucking train, it's information time with your two hosts, the Midwife and whoever this mangy little fuck claims to be. Do you have any fucking clue what's going on with this, or are we both clueless stranded idiots?"

Truth be told, both seem equally likely right now.

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