First time writing a sadstuck. hope you enjoy this one-shot (p.s play the song say something I'm givinng up on you it will fit the mood) (p.p.s drawing is not mine credit to the original artist)
Karkat felt alone. Friendless. An outcast. He thought he was alone in the world. Until he met Dave. He understood. They weren't so different, the two. They understood each other when no one else did. ((tw: graphic self harm, suicide))
'He pursed his lips before speaking. “What the hell are you doing lying in a trash can?” “It’s for ironic purposes,” came a muffled response. Something clicked in Karkat’s mind, and he felt stupid for not putting it together earlier: this dick was Dave Strider.' *All characters belong to Andrew Hussie*