Best friends?

Karkat: Part 2

Karkat stepped away from the group of his friends. Away from Kanaya, Sollux and Terezi and towards Gamzee. Karkat couldn't believe it, his best friend, the troll that had protected him all this time, was now staring him down and covered in blood. The yellow around his eyes were now a bright, rageful red. Karkat was admittedly scared, he was. But at the same time...he wasn't. He knew what he had to do to calm down his rageful best friend, he was just scared it wouldn't work.

The cancer troll lunged at the capricorn, sickle in hand, and the capricorn lunged back. Karkat didn't slash at him though, he dropped his weapon and instead began papping the raging clown. The Knight of Blood shooshed and papped the Bard of Rage, easing his burning rage. The anger in the purple blooded troll subsided and the two hugged. Karkat was glad that this, this pale gesture, had calmed Gamzee down. This just sealed the deal for Karkat.

Just before Karkat could utter the word "moirails?" Vriska swooped in. Before Karkat could even bat an eye, Vriska had thrown Gamzee into a refrigerator. Karkat, of course, was pissed. His anger bubbled up and he screamed at the cobalt blooded troll. She merely flipped her hair as the shorter troll screeched at her. When he was done she simply stated that he was much too unstable to be allowed outside. But she did say he would be let out on the very rare occasion that she needed some sort of slave.

Karkat wasn't finished with this, anger was still very much present. His near moirail was stuck in a fucking fridge for god's sakes! What made it worse was that Gamzee was allowed out the first couple perigees but he had to have a literal ball and chain on his ankle and he had to do all that Vriska told him to. When Vriska felt that he was no longer of use, she shoved him back into the fridge and didn't let him out.

Karkat wasn't about to let Gamzee rot in that kitchen appliance. No, he had to do something. Of course he could kick and scream all he wanted but he had to do something that would actually work. Karkat tried to slash the chains off the fridge but no luck. He tried to pick the lock yet that was futile. He tried stealing the keys but Vriska kept them on her person at all times. So for now, his hands were tied.

The cancer troll would sneak out though, he still didn't want Gamzee to rot in there, and head over to the place where the fridge resided. Karkat would sit in front of the fridge and just talk. He would talk to Gamzee about any and everything. He would talk to Gamzee about the most recent movie he just watched or what his current quadrant related dilemma was. Sometimes, Karkat would sit there and just break down. He would sob his eyes out and just repeat "I'm sorry." to the the fridge. He would sit there and sob and apologise and beg for any kind of forgiveness. The best he would get was a couple of honks from the fridge, but that was all he needed.

Karkar was alone. Not physically, he had Kanaya and Dave and the Mayor and Terezi and Rose and Vriska. But emotionally he felt alone. His near moirail wasn't there to ease him, he wasn't there to hold him or offer his shitty soda. Karkat felt alone. He couldn't really go to Kanaya or Dave for this, he loved them both to the moon and back but he felt uncomfortable talking about personal things to them. He didn't want to feel uncomfortable but he just did. Karkat returned to the fridge everyday, sometimes twice a day. He never skipped a day and was never late.

One day, Karkat visited Gamzee's fridge for what might've been the final time. Karkat slowly made his way down the many steps to the bottom of the basement. This was probably it...probably the last time Karkat would ever get a chance to speak to Gamzee. If he did die, what would happen to Gamzee? Would they ever let him out? Would he eventually escape and just go batshit insane and kill everyone? The Knight of blood shook his head and stepped in front of the fridge.

He pressed his hand against the cool surface of the fridge and sighed. A happy string of honks emitted from the kitchen appliance making the cancer troll smile. He didn't want to leave Gamzee here but the final battle was approaching rapidly and Vriska was holding an emergency meeting and he was late as it is. Red tears began streaming down his face as he explained exactly the situation. When the mutant blooded troll was finished he slowly stepped away. He whispered one last apology and a final goodbye before he began walking away. A rapid string of distressed honks echoed from the fridge causing more tears to stream down the cancer troll's.

Karkat ran away from the fridge and up the stairs, he couldn't be near the fridge. Near Gamzee. It hurt him to hear the honks. It hurt him to know that if he died in the upcoming battle, Gamzee would A) get treated like dirt. B) get killed or left in the fridge to rot. or C) he would be let out and might go murder mode again. No, he can't think like that. This was Gamzee...he was a big troll...he could take care of himself.

Karkat willed himself to calm down, to return to his normal angry state. He had to go up to the roof of this shitty meteor. The Knight of blood made his way to a transportalizer. Before he stepped on, he wiped his tears and took in a couple deep breaths, calming down. The honks were still heard, but faintly. Karkat sniffled and stepped onto the transportalizer.

"I'm sorry, Gamzee." With that, the cancer troll transportalized, leaving the fridge and Gamzee's honks behind.