carcinoGeneticist[CG] began pestering turntechGodhead[TG]
CG: HEY.
CG: I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS.
CG: ANSWER ME DOUCHEBAG.
TG: Damn
TG: Someone's in a bad mood
CG: YEAH YEAH FUCK YOU TOO
TG: Awwe
TG: You want to fuck me
CG: WHAT THE HELL
CG: EW
CG: NO
CG: WHY WOULD I WANT TO FUCK SOMEONE LIKE YOU?
TG: I'm really feelin the love bro
TG: i can physically feel it
TG: Little wisps of pink smoke
TG: Eminating from my monitor
TG: It smells like apples
CG: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.
TG: I dunno
TG: I haven't been diagnosed yet
CG: YEAH OKAY WHAT THE HELL
CG: YOU CAN'T BE DIAGNOSED WITH STUPIDITY
CG: IT'S NOT A CLINICAL THING
CG: IT'S HEREDITARY
TG: rude
TG: My bro isn't stupid either
TG: He's just too ironic for your feeble mind to be able to comprehend
CG: PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP
TG: Oh wait!
TG: Speaking of Bro
TG: He doesn't think you're legit
CG: WHAT?
CG: AS IN, NOT WHO I SAY I AM?
TG: Yea
TG: He wants me to do a video call w/ you to prove how legit you are
CG: I'M LEGIT
CG: BUT I'LL HUMOR YOU
CG: I'VE HONESTLY BEEN RATHER CURIOUS ABOUT YOU MYSELF
[turntechGodhead invited you to a video call. Accept call?]
CG: /acceptcall
[Call beginning now!]
You sigh, rubbing your eyes, and turn away from your computer monitor. A voice crackles from your garbage speakers.
"Ey! Bro! He said yeah!"
In front of you sits a boy. He is wearing aviator sunglasses, and a red tee. His head is turned to one side, and he is calling for his brother. When his face turns back to the camera, you grin stupidly.
"Hi," you say, barely able to contain yourself. This is it. You are finally talking to him. He nods, and looks around, distracted.
"Bro? You coming?" He yells. A man sneaks up behind him, completely silent, and pokes him. The boy in front of you jumps, and spins around glaring. The man gives you a hard looking-over.
"He'll do. You are a 'he' right?" You nod, your dyed-black hair falling into your eyes. Oh wait. You should probably introduce yourself. Your name is KARKAT VANTAS. You are an unassuming sixteen-year-old with a few strange quirks. Your first quirk: you are an albino. Your second quirk: you are homeschooled. Your third quirk: you have more friends on the internet than in real life.
"Wow. Okay. I kinda didn't think this would ever happen." Your voice is pathetically raspy and quiet.
"Damn. You really are an albino."
"Well yeah. Why would someone say they're an albino if they aren't?" You turn to one side, and cough into your elbow, hoping it would clear your throat.
"Are you okay?" He asks. You turn to look at him, confused.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
YOU ARE READING
Begin Video Chat?
FanfictionHi guys! I'm continuing the oneshot I wrote earlier! I might not update very often, as it takes me a while to plan stuff out! ;P
