Karkat's POV:
I thought. As usual, when I think, I think that I know everything, and, as usual, I didn't know how far from the truth I was.
I clambered out of the..bed I think? Why are these sleeping units even called a bed? Bed is a stupid and insanely short name. Humans are really idiotic with their strange customs, like, school? What the hell is a school even for? Ugh, I need food. I can't think at all. I got dressed, pulled on my jeans and that one sweater I always wear. Being me is pretty easy, if you know how to yell and breathe and cry. How hard is being a self-centered idiot with a soft spot for romantic comedies? It's easy, you just need to know how to mourn for friends and lusi. Yeah, that's right, my lusus is dead. Crabdad. Dead and gone, and I can't do hoofbeast shit to get him back. I only have a few trolls and these idiotic earth humans left. Only Gamzee, Sollux, Terezi, Jade, Dave, Rose, Dirk, Jane, Jake, Roxy and....Egbert. Oh, how I despise Egbert. His stupid goofy grin and crooked glasses, like a retarded Troll Harry Potter, if you ask me. Don't even get me started on his messy hair, he has worse recupercoonhead than me!
Ugh, that fuckass Egbert gives me goosebumps to the point of no return I thought, grabbing the cereal and moobeast milk. I poured both of which into a bowl and fetched a spoon, heading towards the living room. No Crabdad to stop me from eating on the couch I thought, secretly wishing my subtle request would result in the return of my lost lusus, but, like every other day, it didn't work, and I returned to the consumption of my Cheerios that didn't do their job very well. I decided to log into Trollian to check on my newfound "friends". I guess I should start with the most idiotic I laughed to myself, quietly, as if my laughter was a crime. I decided to bother Egbert first, according to the previously-noted plan, that was quota. I started to type.
carcinoGeneticist (CG) began trolling ectoBiologist (EB)
CG: HELLO, ASSHAT. I HOPE YOUR MORNING IS AS UTTERLY SHITTY AS MY OWN.
A long time had passed, and I grew worried, but I wasn't about to let John know I'd been staring at the blank conversation for over 15 minutes.
CG: JOHN?
He probably didn't want to talk, I considered. I returned to my Cheerios, wondering about all the bad things that could have happened to him. He could have had a bad morning, or maybe a bad night. Maybe his human lusus-dad died too. Maybe he had a rough life like me, maybe....maybe he had a horrorterror! The thoughts crossed my mind, and I hated all of them.
I hated them as much as I hated John.
I hated John with a passion, a fiery, undying passion.
I hate feelings. Feelings can go suck a fucking bone bulge for all I care. I hate these feelings. I only have one feeling, and that feeling is anger. I just hate. I hate some people more than others, but I don't think I've ever hated people quite like I hated John. John was special, in a completely hateful way. He's not about to become my Kismesis or anything. Ugh the thought made my tough skin crawl. You only hate John, you don't love him whatsoever I tried to convince myself, but it wasn't working. Oh, shut the hell up, Karkat, you know he is the best thing that ever happened to you. What happened to "Fiery, undying passions"? My think-pan countered, embarrassing the hell out of me "SHUT THE HELL UP!" I screamed at myself. I then realized how mentally insane the John human was making me, then it occurred to me that no one engages themselves in full-fledged arguments with their think-pan for just anyone. They had to be pretty special for me to even think about at all. They had to be John-worthy.
