First hack
A. In the house.
[Good morning Mayfield, today seems like a particularly lovely day, no? Well despite the lovely weather, a certain boy isn't pleased. He gets out of his bed and rubs his eye, looking around the unfamiliar room.]
Where the hell ith thith?
[After standing up, he notices a full body mirror on the wall. And what he was looking at made him flinch a little. He walks over to the mirror and places his hand on it, the image reflecting his motions. He was missing his horns, his fangs, his grey skin, and his red and blue eyes. not to mention that he was in clothes that he didn't recognize, a plain black tank top and plaid boxers.]
What happened to my body?
[Without hesitation, he moves over to his closet and changes into a random outfit, a yellow and black sweater vest and black jeans. Then he hurries down the hall, not really sure what he was looking for.]
B. The streets of Mayfield.
[If you guys are taking a walk, wandering around, or just looking out your window, you may notice a certain heterochromic, sweater vest wearing boy run by. What could be his issue? Well, you're going to have to ask him if you want to find out!]
[Good morning Mayfield, today seems like a particularly lovely day, no? Well despite the lovely weather, a certain boy isn't pleased. He gets out of his bed and rubs his eye, looking around the unfamiliar room.]
Where the hell ith thith?
[After standing up, he notices a full body mirror on the wall. And what he was looking at made him flinch a little. He walks over to the mirror and places his hand on it, the image reflecting his motions. He was missing his horns, his fangs, his grey skin, and his red and blue eyes. not to mention that he was in clothes that he didn't recognize, a plain black tank top and plaid boxers.]
What happened to my body?
[Without hesitation, he moves over to his closet and changes into a random outfit, a yellow and black sweater vest and black jeans. Then he hurries down the hall, not really sure what he was looking for.]
B. The streets of Mayfield.
[If you guys are taking a walk, wandering around, or just looking out your window, you may notice a certain heterochromic, sweater vest wearing boy run by. What could be his issue? Well, you're going to have to ask him if you want to find out!]
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[Although, those pictures on the walls make it seem otherwise.]
We thould probably find out who liveth here.
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[ A pause; then he holds out his hand. Dad always said a good firm handshake made for a nice manly greeting. ]
I'm John.
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[He hesitantly takes John's hand and shakes it quick.]
Tholluckth.
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So...llux, right?
[ A deafening pause. ]
Cool name. So where should we start?
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[He rubs the back of his head.]
You probably don't know what a troll ith, huh? I'll thtop talking about it, you'll probably think I'm inthane if I tried to eckthplain anyway.
[He looks around the house.]
I guess we thould probably jutht thtart from here, look through doorth and other roomth until we find thomeone.
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[ All of the staring. ALL OF IT. ]
How do you know about the trolls? Are we even talking about the same trolls here? Because I don't mean the big, ugly club wielding ones in the dungeon.
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How do you know about trollth?
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It's a sekret.
You first!
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My name is... I am a MAD HACKER........... ]
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leader.............
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And you know Karkat!!!!
And I know about you!!!!!!!! Kind of.
Oh gosh, this is kind of sudden, I am almost speechless.
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I would also imagine big horns like monster Howie Mandel, because he is the closest thing to a troll I know.
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Also, you said you're Karkat's best friend? I thought that was Gamzee.
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And I can't say I am qualified to be KK's best friend yet, but I am his buddy! This must mean we are fellow buddies from another buddy.
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So where should we start?
[ He looks around as if really looking at the place for the first time. ]
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[ He started pacing around the hallway, glancing at the pictures to get a sneak peek of who exactly lived here, but...
What in the hell is going on in here. ]
Do I even want to know...
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[He stares at one of the portraits for a long time before speaking again.]
Maybe... maybe we're thuppothed to live here? It would make thenthe I mean, all of the clotheth in the clothet of the room I came from were my thtyle, my thithe. There are picthureth of uth pothing like we know each other.
[He looks back to the room he came from and walks over to the door.]
There'th even my name on the door!
[Be it as it may it's drawn on a piece of paper and taped on.]
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Pfffft I love you
i love you too :3c
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