Sunday night, 8 p.m. sharp you're there with your face pressed against Equius' sweaty 雌犬 tits as he holds あなた like the baby.

6 months back, Equius ロスト both of his testicles and since then he ロスト his wife, Aradia, and daughter, Nepeta. あなた only remebered their names because thats all he talks about. Well that and his glory days as a fucking ジュース head, あなた mean "competitive body builder." However, unlike other bodybuilders Equius' has tits. Hormone therapy came along with a side of high testosterone and because of that, his body had to kick up the estrogen to maintain balance.

Equius' big arms looped あなた right inside him, but あなた didn't push back. あなた pulled in, right in his musk and sweat and buried your face into his tits. Motor ボート him while you're at it.

"If あなた wish to cry, go ahead." He drone as he pat down your wild licks of jet. "It will be alright."

It will be alright, あなた chanted. Instantly, a set of dominos were set off. One によって one from the core of your useless piece of shit of a body, chemicals started to react and soon enough あなた further dug your nose into his chest. あなた let go.

Crying is what あなた need. The release from your shitty job, your shitty boss and his shitty accent, from your shitty harelquin filled life. No one understands but most of all no one listens to your bucktooth ass. Your mouth agape, tongue readying and willing to lash out to those who put your 尻, お尻 down. Then again who are あなた really trying to face? Staring at your mirror, staring at your baggy, colbalt glare of purest form of isolation. Even あなた don't listen to your mind, body または soul, and thus is why あなた have an insomina.

Which is why you're here, for two years and 6 months you've been attending support groups. It's only when あなた have an invisible gun to your head is when someone actually leads an ear. Actually make あなた feel like you're beloved. It feels nice to be cared for, after you've been rejected によって the ones あなた loved. Makes a whole lot easier to cry too.

This is how あなた meet Karkat Vantas.

Equius gives a jerking sob. Up with the shoulder blade, down with his articulation of breath. Huff, huff, puff, puff. Big bad Equius is going to blow down your house. Though, that doesn't bother あなた one bit. This is the closet あなた will get to sleep, and あなた will get your sleep because あなた fucking earn it によって those hours あなた pull.

"Only the strong will survive," Equius remarked.

Peaking your cerulean open, あなた see the other men in the Remaining Men circle. All hugging and crying, it warms あなた up until あなた saw him.

His face contorted to one side while he pulls a long drag from his lips, blowing into your サークル, 円 as a man cry his burdens into the crook of his neck. His eyes meet yours.
Pants on fucking fire.

He just rubs あなた the wrong way, he wasn't even trying to fake it. Short matte black hair, half-lidden amber eyes that fell endlessly against the 磁器 flesh that barely covered bone. Maybe he is sick, in the fucking head because he's always in yours tuberculosis group on Friday. Around Wednesday night, he's staring at あなた with that same drag in his mouth at your melanoma round table. Monday night he's attending the lukiemia rap group. What a fucking joy, oh wait, he also goes to your brain parasite group on Thursdays.

It annoys you, it infuriates あなた to know he's there. あなた need to this, あなた need to relax and let go of all the stress thats blocking your chi.

This is your vacation.


The first time あなた ever step foot into a support group, it was right after your doctors appointment for your insomnia. あなた don't know why あなた have it, but あなた do know it's killing you. Albeit, your doctor refuses to see the murderous aspect. Only telling あなた to chew valerian root, get excrise and just listen to your body. When all あなた really want is the red-and-blue pill.

"If あなた wish to see true torture, I suggest witnessing First Eucharist on Tuesday night, Brain Parasites on Thursday," Doctor Maryam kept listening もっと見る and more, によって the end of it all.

あなた went.

あなた never gave out your real name when it came to introductions: This is Andrew, this is Jack, this is Droogs. All force smiles and greetings.

"Hello, Hey, Hi," we all get it.

Making her way towards the front, Aranea took center stage. No doubt she was captivating, the way her hips pop with each click of her heel. Too bad あなた ロスト all effort and energy to prove your heterosexuality back in high school. Still, you'll admit when あなた see an attractive female. Especially how smoothly her words flow like velvet, leaving tracks of bumps along your forearm.

She instructs あなた with a tug of her frames up her nose to close your eyes and just follow her voice. Follow her through the red curtains, green curtains and pass a man with a cue ball.

あなた wake up again. Eyes flown open to nothing but the sky. Body stretch across fields upon endless fields of shade, soon enough あなた pop on your elbows and took a glance around.

"Watch out," with a snap, あなた gaze at a lone figure to the north. Hesitantly, あなた began your journey. Closer and closer, louder and louder they warned," watch out."

For what? あなた differ. Shoving a wristful into your スラックス によって the time あなた reach the yellow salamader.

"Friendship stairs."

あなた wake up and you're up on the first floor. Equius and other men file out the building, while あなた just stood there. Bewildered and unresponsive. Until push came to shove.

"Move bitch, get out of the way."

His boney fingers sunk into your linen pressed dress shirt, allowing him to shimmy right pass you. A trail of toxin following every whip of his heel.

あなた will get Karkat Vantas back, if あなた could あなた would throw that painters bucket at his face. Just to watch him squirm on the floor where he belongs.

あなた need some fucking sleep.