The Sixth Sense but it's Karlnap

School

Karl wanted to get up less than ever; it was cold, the windows were frosty, he had to see Quackity and he was still so tired, just one night of sleep wouldn't relieve his weariness. But, even if he wanted to - which he most certainly didn't - he couldn't get up, something was weighing him down very effectively, which he shouldn't be happy about, but he was, it was just an excuse to stay in bed for longer. He couldn't remember much, only recalling that he fell asleep against Sapnap last night, and he seemed to have stayed the night, Karl didn't mind though, he would rather wake up to Sapnap in his bed than... the others...

Sapnap's right arm draped over his waist, his left resting under Karl's head, the feeling of his soft hoodie brushing Karl's neck, it was perfect, like it was meant to be. Karl smiled at the other's quiet, gentle snores, the only sound in the otherwise silent room, his breath tickling his long, fluffy hairs. Instinctively, Karl carefully placed his hand on top of Sapnap's, slotting his slim fingers between his, his palm feeling the dryness of his skin and the cool heat from his veins. They were so much bigger than Karl's, easily able to cover the whole of his small, pale hand, if his were on top, you wouldn't be able to even slightly see Karl's; the colours contrasted perfectly as well, vanilla white resting on pale tan. Everything was so right, Karl wished it could always be like this. He wished it was real.

He closed his eyes, not sure of how to feel. He was confused, but he knew everything about this, and he didn't want to admit, but he was scared also, scared of how it would end. One thing he did know, he wanted to love Sapnap, but that was impossible, ludicrous, mad, he couldn't, not when he was -

"Karl Jacobs!" The door to his room flew open and he jumped, looking straight to the doorway, into his mother's furious, green eyes, "Quackity is outside and you're not even out of bed, I suggest you get dressed right now and out of that door." Karl quickly stood up, not wanting to find out what Quackity would do if he kept him waiting any longer, and pulled out the first jumper he saw, a woollen green one with blue dots, throwing it over his head as Sapnap began to rub his eyes.

"Karl? Where are you going?" Sapnap mumbled, followed by a loud yawn and tired stretch.

"School."

"Damn, its that late?"

"Yes, Quackity's waiting so hurry up." Karl slung his brown backpack over his shoulder, hauling a half-asleep Sapnap from his bed and shoving him into the hallway, he then whispered, "Don't talk, not to me, not to him. Just leave."

Sapnap stood dazed at the end of the hall, nothing making sense to his tired brain. As Karl opened the front door, he saw someone with shoulder-length black hair and a blue beanie launch themselves into Karl's arms, greeting him excitedly. Awkwardly, Karl returned the hug, what looked like a genuine smile on his lips, but pain in his eyes. His mother smiled at them, giving the boy a quick hug as well, before ushering them out of the door. Sapnap quickly caught up to them, stepping onto the street just as the door was closed again, the metal 67 rattling against the wood.

Sapnap opened his mouth, but beanie boy beat him to it, "What where you doing in there for so long? Wasn't Malcolm was it?" He laughed, beginning to walk ahead of Karl, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his blue coat. Karl followed, turning his head back and smiling, not a happy smile though, more disappointment. Not a smile Sapnap wanted to see. He watched them with interest, noticing how Karl never attempted to do anything apart from walk with his gaze fixed to the floor, stopping and tensing his shoulders whenever beanie boy tried to touch him.

Sapnap still stood on Karl's doorstep, watching the blurred figures near the end of the road, fixing the hat sat on his head as they turned a corner. He guessed beanie boy was Quackity, Karl's friend, but he wondered why Karl was so jumpy and scared around him. It reminded him of when he first met Karl. The fear in his perfect grey eyes as he held Sapnap's hat, it was like he was balanced on the tip of a cliff, a knife held to his back as something pushed him forward, an endless fall waiting for him. The paleness of his skin could only be compared to that of a ghost, ill and scared. And that day in the cafe, he couldn't understand, of course, Karl was nervous when he came in, walking slowly with a fast heartbeat, keeping his gaze away from the other; but he became so scared and blindingly anxious in only a second, completely separated from everything other than fear. Sapnap could think of nothing obvious that could have caused it to happen, only that, maybe, he had social anxiety, but something made him feel that that wasn't it, that is was something worse, he just couldn't think of what.

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icl i don't think theres much else to be said here, hope u enjoyed this scrap i need a fresh part to continue and once again i have no clue wtf to call this one cuz there's already one called quackity 😃

r u guys enjoying it so far? ik i dissapeared for like an eternity but whatever im here now.