A Backbone [KarkatxMale!Reader] CHAPT6 1/2

A Backbone    Karkat Vantas x Male!Reader



(Name) slowly got out of bed, still dazed from what Dave said. What did he mean by that? Was it a hipster or irony thing? He shrugged the thought and continued downstairs. When he arrived, everyone was there, except Dave.

"Hello, (Name), did Dave not tell you that dinner is ready? I apologize if something may have happened and my curiosity is bothering you in anyway. If it is, perhaps you could write what is bothering you and hand it to me, so I that I won't do it again-"

"-It's fine, Kankri." He forced a convincing smile, Why do I have to force myself? I'm fine. "I'm just tired and I do not feel like eating." But I haven't had anything to eat in a while. I don't feel hungry, do I? I don't think I feel anything.

"Very well, (Name)." Kankri offered a warm smile, which (Name) attempted to return. Something doesn't feel right.. He then sat across Karkat and turned to his right, facing Porrim, and proceeding to have a conversation. (Name) lessened his grip on the scarf and walked to Karkat.

"Thank you for letting me use your scarf." He paused, "I'm happy that you cared enough to let me borrow it's-"

"-That's a pile of hoofbeastshit." Karkat interrupted, and is now turned away from the stunned (h/c)nette.

"W-What do you mean?" (Name) stuttered. He waited a moment for Karkat to answer him, but he only continued eating. "Thank you, anyways." He said in a sincere tone and held out the scarf, which Karkat took without a single glance. (Name)'s fake smile discretely disappeared and he made this way upstairs, back to his room.

"Karkat, that is not the proper way to make a matesp-"

"Said the celibate." Karkat huffed.

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Something is definitely not right. (Name) tried to pinpoint his unease, but could not. He sighed and curled up in his blankets and faced the door. At least today is Friday, no school for a little bit. However, that only made him feel worse. What am I feeling? I'm not sad..nor am I angry. Definitely not happy. .......I think I feel..numb. He started to feel slightly better, for now he at least knew a word to describe it. (Name)'s eyelid grew heavier and heavier as he was lured into sleep.

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"Isn't that the kid with no dad?"

"Yeah, and his mom is like mental!"

"I heard she got lung cancer."

"I bet that little shit is making bullcrap up."

"Obviously! No one has that bad of luck."

"Aren't mental thing hereditary?"

" I think so."

"Ewwww! He probably has lung cancer, too!"

"He's pretty useless."

"He always falls."

"He's too quiet to hear in class."

"He never talks to anyone."

"I bet he thinks he's better than us!"

"Yeah!"

No.

"His mom just died today!"

I don't want to hear this again.

"How pathetic! His only friend left him!"

Stop!

"If he's luck maybe one of the aliens will talk to him."

...please.

"That's mean to the aliens!"

..........

"Maybe he's look better if he was black and blue all over."

.......................

"I wish he'd die with his parents so I don't have to look at him."

......I do too.

"HEY! (NAME)!"

....?

"GET AWAY FROM THEM!"

Who are you-

(Name)'s eyes snapped open. He didn't know why, but he's not tired at all. Who was that? He held his hand to his forehead and it felt pretty warm. Crap, better go back to sleep. He laid back down and expected to fall asleep, but it proved to be difficult.

After hours of trying, (Name) gave up and stared at the wall throughout the entire night.