004 | Night | Accidental Video -> Text
[It's been ten years since coming to the city, but Karkat hasn't aged at all since his arrival. During his early years in the city, he had one mindset: Get home. Get home. Get home. Over time, his memories slowly left him. He couldn't exactly remember why it was so important to leave. Who was he so desperate to see again? Who did he feel the need to be there for? Why had he spent so much of his time, made it so much of a priority, hassled all the trolls to follow in his lead... what was the point?
By his sixth year in the city, even memories of the veil had escaped him, leaving him with one thought that constantly plagued him even to this day: This isn't right.
Some days he would try to ignore it, put it behind him, try to accept this city for what it was: His home. ... It was his home, right? No, that's not right, that was never right...
Some days he could do it. Some days he could put it aside for long enough to function well enough around others in the city. Other days it was near impossible. This was one of those days.
He doesn't even realize his PORTAL is on - he prided himself in having a minimal number of accidental postings due to making a habit of keeping his PORTAL hidden whenever it wasn't in use. But, deep in thought, he forgot to hide it, and so all of his pacing, muttering to himself, and finally plopping down in his chair and burying his face in his hands is caught on the feed.
After a few moments, he looks up and notices the video.]
Shit, how long has that been -
[He grabs his PORTAL, cuts off the video feed, and starts typing.]
GUYS, WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE SOMETHING IS WRONG.
COME ON. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS THIS WAY. THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY.
By his sixth year in the city, even memories of the veil had escaped him, leaving him with one thought that constantly plagued him even to this day: This isn't right.
Some days he would try to ignore it, put it behind him, try to accept this city for what it was: His home. ... It was his home, right? No, that's not right, that was never right...
Some days he could do it. Some days he could put it aside for long enough to function well enough around others in the city. Other days it was near impossible. This was one of those days.
He doesn't even realize his PORTAL is on - he prided himself in having a minimal number of accidental postings due to making a habit of keeping his PORTAL hidden whenever it wasn't in use. But, deep in thought, he forgot to hide it, and so all of his pacing, muttering to himself, and finally plopping down in his chair and burying his face in his hands is caught on the feed.
After a few moments, he looks up and notices the video.]
Shit, how long has that been -
[He grabs his PORTAL, cuts off the video feed, and starts typing.]
GUYS, WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE SOMETHING IS WRONG.
COME ON. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO FEELS THIS WAY. THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY.