crusthatecean | ♋ PCG 20

♋ PCG 20

[Action, 1338 Benny Road]

[Karkat wakes up unable to shake the memory of his dream. He has nightmares regularly, a combination of sleeping without a recuperacoon and everything he's been through since he began playing Sgrub. But something about this one felt more real and vivid and awful, and he remembers it more clearly.

But he wakes ordinarily, only to watch the news and hear his own name, among others, listed. He remembers. She told him she would erase his existence, and he said yes. That memory combined with the news spooks him; Mayfield is clearly doing something, and he doesn't know what to think. So when the television shuts off, he'll go looking for his housemates to try to calm his nerves.]

[Phone, later]

All right, this is Karkat. No, guess what, this is actually Karkat. I'm here. You can choose to believe me or not.

Is anyone else who supposedly disappeared still here? Let's discuss this latest Mayfield fuckstorm like the rational conversationalists I know we all aren't.

[Filtered to Feferi, Tavros, Eridan, and Sollux]

And I especially need to talk to all of you. Now. Don't give me any shit about whether or not I'm the real Karkat. If you are here, answer me now.

I can't believe a single one of you complete drooling panrotted fucking assholes.

[Filtered to Signless.]

You.

((OOC: Karkat has been erased, so he will seem like a fakey fake doppleganger!))

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Well Kar she was just so convincin' an' really think about it if I hadn't existed the matriorb wouldn't have gotten destroyed an' I wouldn't be feelin' all isolated from everyone!

[Welcome to Eridan logic.]

... What, so some of us really vanished and some didn't?

It's another bullcrap lie pulled by this place that we were dumb enough to walk into. Whoop-de-doo.

I think it's kind of early to discuss it more than that.

After the fucking end of the world we had, I was not expectig to be told I'm a fake.

Did you have a fucked up dream too?

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I believe you.

[Even after getting suckered into offing himself ~~earlier~~ to save the world, Minato's deadpanness never ceases.]

So this is what it's like to disappear? I was thinking something more... oh, I don't know, non-existent.

Yes?

Cod, Karkat.

It's not like I can't listen to my lusus when she's whispering in my ear like she did all the coddamn time back home. I can't go "Gee, Bolly, that's great, but it's all bullshit!"

Besides, without me, the Condesce wouldn't have gone off, the Vast Glub wouldn't have happened, and there would still be a fucking Alternia to come back to. You know that and I know that.

[After watching the news, Gamzee's first reaction is to look for Karkat. He doesn't really know what the guy was talking about with people not existing anymore or whatever, but he knows he heard Karkat's name in there, along with Tavros's and some of his other friends.]

You fell for it too you know.

Ugh. Gross. Don't call me again.

*What a joke. That's not him; it doesn't even sound like him. How could somebody think she'd fall for that so easily?*

You must think me a particularly dense-minded wiggler to believe I would fall for that. I do not know what you have done with the genuine article, but you can drop the pretense at once.

[Yup. That's a sad fake, alright.]

Aww, crap. He seemed like a fun guy.

You may sound like him but there is something about your performance that is lacking, please don't attempt to imitate Karkat again, he is important to a good number of people.

[oh my god he sounds like a fake he really really does but hiccup wants so badly for somebody to be real and not ignore him.]

Kar...kat?

[The Doctor walks down stairs, running a hand through his messy hair. He feels exhausted even though he slept deeply last night, but that dream...

In the hall way he runs into Karkat and instinctively raises a hand to wave at him and say 'good morning' but...

Wait, why would he do that. That thing isn't Karkat. It's just a fake.

He drops his hand and sidesteps the doppleganger.]

[Gamzee's behavior has been getting increasingly erratic over the past few days as he's forgotten more and more of the erased trolls, snapping in and out of a furious temper and alternating between his usual friendly self and something far, far colder. He's been managing the mood swings with an increased intake in sopor, but recently, the very idea of consuming his pies makes him sick for some reason.

Finally, he wakes up one morning with his memory completely altered and his identity with it. There's a strange yet familiar lethargy to his thoughts and a sickly sweet taste in his mouth; it takes him a few seconds to realize that he's currently riding the aftermath of a sopor high. He reacts instantly, grabbing the trashcan and shoving a finger down his throat until he brings up bright green bile, gagging.

Once there's nothing left in his digestive sac and his head starts to clear, he slams the door to his room open and storms down the hallway. There's only one troll he knows who'd have the gumption to drug his food and find it funny, and he's not about to let this slide.]

Terezi, sweet thing, if you all what wanted my attention, you motherfuckin' got it. [He spreads his hands mockingly, raising his voice.]

I know you're somewhere around here laughing, chica. The motherfuckin' judge and jury calls out his number one legislacerator to present her motherfuckin' case.

Uh, hey, this is me answering, without any shit, not that I planned on that anyway.

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