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Karl knew that showing up to an unfamiliar party setting by himself wasn't the best idea, but he really wanted to impress this new group of friends he found. So, standing in front of Ranboo's front steps, he bravely forced himself towards the door and knocked three times. With a deep breath, he was ready.

The door swung open faster than anticipated, revealing a disheveled Quackity. "Carlos!" He slurred in excitement.

Karl forced a smile. "Hey Quackmister," He replied.

"Come in, come in!" Quackity exclaimed, roughly grabbing Karl by the shoulder and practically shoving him inside.

Karl stumbled slightly but quickly regained his balance to take in the scene. The stench of weed and alcohol hit his nose like a truck. He couldn't help but scrunch up his face at the scent, resisting the urge to plug his nose. Along with the smell of vodka, a rumbling in the floorboards from the heavy bass could be felt. The speakers were obviously blasting rap, but it was so distorted and loud that Karl couldn't comprehend the lyrics.

A drink was spilled on Karl within the first ten seconds of being in the house. The smell of Tito's reached his nose and almost made him gag. The place was obviously crowded. There were red solo cups in almost everyone's hands, yet a lot were spilled on the floor. Karl winced at that. He just knew it'd take a bit of scrubbing to get the stains out of the carpet.

"Ayy, Karl's here!" Schlatt's shout was louder than everything else. It helped Karl decipher that it was coming from behind him. So, he spun around to see familiar brown floppy Schlatt hair and a dopey smile on the man's face. "It's so late, I thought you couldn't make it!" He commented.

Karl sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to admit that he'd been working up the nerves to even show up. He didn't want to seem like a dork. "Yeah, my plus one bailed on me last minute," He explained. Well, it wasn't completely a lie since he was planning on bringing Sapnap with him. Obviously, Sapnap seemed to have other plans.

"Aww, I'm sorry man," Schlatt cooed with a slap on Karl's shoulder. Schlatt's face seemed to suddenly light up. "Hey, I know something that will cheer you up! Follow me, big guy."

Karl found himself trailing behind a staggering Schlatt, who was leading him into a separate and quieter room. When they entered, Karl realized that all of the people he recognized were sitting inside. Quackity, George, Ranboo, Minx, and Wilbur. But there were also some other people he didn't know, such as a girl with black and blonde hair and another boy with pink hair.

"Carlos!" Quackity greeted for the second time that night. It was almost like deja vu.

Schlatt gave Karl a smirk. "Alright, so... I don't know if you know them, but this lovely lady is Niki Nihachu," He introduced quickly, slumping onto the blonde girl. Despite Schlatt's clutzy behavior, Niki flashed Karl a sweet smile. She was sober. That made Karl feel better.

"This is Techno, my brother," Wilbur told Karl, giving the boy with pink hair a slap on the back of the neck. Techno glared back at Wilbur but didn't say much. He just nodded in Karl's direction.

"What're we playin', boys?" Schlatt questioned.

George had a mischievous grin on his face. "Would you rather, but with Wilbur's cart," He announced.

Wilbur held up a yellow marijuana pen. Karl almost gagged at the sight.

"Niki," George began, looking at the innocent girl with fire in his eyes. "Would you rather, makeout with Minx or take a hit?"

Niki glanced at the cart in Wilbur's hand, then turned to look at Minx. Niki blushed and leaned towards Minx, locking lips with her.

Quackity cheered and hyped them up as the two kissed one another. Karl couldn't help but smile at the sight. Both girls seemed into it. He wondered if they liked each other.

The girls broke apart just as quickly as they started, their gaze lingering on one another before Niki cleared her throat and looked away. Her cheeks were slightly red but nobody commented on it. She seemed eager to continue the game.

"Schlatt," Niki murmured with a playful smirk.

Quackity let out a cackle. "Ohh, here we go."

"Would you rather," Niki began to say. She said her words slowly, she was obviously still thinking of something to say. "Challenge Punz to a fight or take a hit?"

Schlatt shook his head immediately. Karl wasn't sure who Punz was, but he guessed that he was a scary guy, since Schlatt was quick to snatch the cart out of Wilbur's grasp. "You're delusional if you think I'm taking down that hunk of meat," Schlatt muttered. He brought the pen to his lips and ended up taking a 4-second drag of it, exhaling the vapor with expertise. 

"Come on, Schlatt, you could take him!" George insisted.

Schlatt still shook his head. "Nah. I'm big, but... that guy's terrifying."

Karl could've sworn he heard Minx mumble "pussy" under her breath.

"Alright," Schlatt said. He scanned the group, but his eyes ultimately landed on Karl. "Alright, pretty boy," He said once more, giving Karl a wink. "Would you rather, fork Sapnap's lawn or take a hit?"

Karl's eyes widened. "Fork?" He repeated with confusion.

"It's where you like, stick a bunch of forks in their lawn until it's covered," George explained. "It messes up their dirt and stuff."

Karl furrowed his eyebrows. The group clearly didn't like Sapnap, and he hated drugs. Karl would rather do anything except take a hit of that nasty cart. To be fair, Sapnap was pretty mean to him when Karl tried to invite him to the party.

But Sapnap also took in a kitten when nobody else would.

"Give me the cart," Karl said with a sigh, putting his hand out.

Schlatt grinned and placed the device in his palm. "You've gotta at least last 3 seconds on it," He added. "It's just the rules."

Karl internally groaned. Three seconds? He had no idea how strong the cart was either. This thing could get him as stoned as a rock or do nothing at all. He had absolutely no clue.

Reluctantly, Karl held the cart up to his lips and began to inhale. He could feel the smoke traveling down his throat and filling his lungs. One. A second was a long time, Karl realized. Two. His eyes were already watering. God, this is embarassing. Three. Karl snapped the cart away from his lips and coughed quickly, letting the smoke fly out into the air.

A water bottle was shoved into Karl's hands and he gratefully took a swig of it. Once his coughing cleared, he could hear everyone laughing at him. He looked where the water bottle came from and realized that Niki had given it to him. She flashed him a warm smile.

"Quackity, would you rather take a shot or take a hit?" Karl asked quickly. He could already feel the fog building up in his brain. The cart was stronger than anticipated.

"Shot, baby!" Quackity exclaimed. 

Quackity's words were already like static to Karl. Nothing really seemed to be right. Karl's shirt sleeve was rubbing his arm and it irked him, but he couldn't just strip in front of the group. Instead, he tugged at his clothes anxiously and scrunched up his face.

Yet, reality seemed fake to Karl. He couldn't process what was going on. It was scary. He had to constantly remind himself that he wasn't dreaming, that he was there, but he steadily felt himself float away. He couldn't let that happen. He was losing control.

"Maybe you should go outside and get some fresh air." Niki's gentle tone echoed in Karl's ears and he felt himself agree with her.

Fresh air sounded nice.