In which Karkat gets drunk.

Meanwhile in Can Town

Dave strider sat down next to his little buddy, The Mayor. Fuck he loved this little dude. Currently they were adding a new building to Can Town called, "Trollbucks". Dave was pretty fucking sure that trolls had coffee shops. And if they don't, then boom the Strider just invented it. Starbucks for Trolls.
After a few hours of work and remodeling, Dave started to feel like he's forgetting something. "dude, I feel like we're forgetting something," Dave said as he turned his attention to The Mayor, who was currently drawing a new street on the ground with chalk. The Mayor looks up at Strider, shrugging is shoulders. "you're absolutely no help whatsoever," Dave said flatly, standing up. "wait... oh fuck." The Mayor put his hands on his cheeks, as if he had just remembered at the same time Dave had. "man we didn't include karkat. he loves building new shit for can town. we're really shitty bros."
The Mayors eyebrows furrowed sadly and he looked down. Dave pats his head. "it's aight, i'll deal with nubs' angry rant. you park that sweet ass down, you work yourself too hard." The Mayor lays back with his hands behind his head and his leg crossed over in a position Dave could only describe as ultimate chillness. "hell yes." Dave said before heading out to find Karkat.
Usually he's in the common room, either reading his trashy alien romance novels or watching a shitty movie on his laptop- er... husktop. but surprisingly he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Well shit.
Dave decided maybe Karkat's having one of his "pre-pubescent hormonal troll mood swings" (as Dave likes to call it) so he knocks on the door to his room instead of just barging in like he usually would. Damn it felt good to be a gentlefuck.
When there was no answer Dave started to worry, but his expression obviously stays the same. Stoic, cool, and chill. He decides to knock again and say, "yo, karkat. dude you need to roll your gray ass out of bed, do something about that hair, and come check out can town." There were sounds of sobs coming from the other side of the door, faintly because Karkat was on the other side of his room.
"karkat? wait shit are you crying? that's not cool, we're gonna have to have one of our famous, daily feelings jams. i'm bringing all the hugs and friendly back rubs, and maybe some kisses to the cheek if i'm feeling flirty, not sure if i'm feeling it yet though. i'm also bringing literal cans of jam. I'm pretty sure the mayor has like, cranberry sauce shit so that's like the same thing as jam"
There was still no answer, just more cries. "... oh come on karks, open the door." Dave put his hand on the knob, and to his surprise it was actually unlocked. He opens the door.

And he cannot believe what he saw.