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Karkat can't sleep.
He's physically capable of drifting off, moreso with every passing moment. It's his mind, not his body, that rejects the concept of slumber.
eyes open blackness no god no please
It's his mind, not his body, that objects to cold fingertips
cold and hard black carapace giving space hand reaching
reaching
playing over his body, dark tentacles holding him in place.
slimy dry soft rough hurts hurts no more
His traitor body, or dream body, or whatever the fuck, could almost enjoy...
enjoy it just enjoy are you having fun kid karkat kid
kid
my kid
want to show you my stabs how i say hello
...the sickening sensations. It was his traitor mouth that opened, uttered his name
jack call me jack karkat only one ill let CALL ME JACK KARKAT
KARKAT SAY MY NAME
drew his gogdamned attention.
special youre special kid youre my kid mine
Even in his waking hours, Karkat remembered. He filled the lab with people, didn't let them leave (you're becoming just like him keeping what you want what relieves the pain close not letting it get away) because when he was alone and walking down an empty hall or staring at a blank screen and his eyes slipped closed, just for a moment, the memory of a harsh black hand grabbing him, GRIPPING him, stuffing him inside Jack's body/space-time pouch would flash behind his eyelids, green like acid would flash behind his eyelids and he'd find himself on the floor, eyes wide and sweat dripping down his panting frame.
Bastard wouldn't even hurt him anymore, like he knew
special arent you special special to me my kid all mine
gonna keep you close gonna keep you safe did you love me karkat was i your daddy?
how much it ripped the tiny troll up inside. Karkat could feel the worried stares but as long as it meant he wasn't left alone he didn't care.
not alone dont worry
never leave you alone again