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On this planet trolls and humans coexist, in many places living side by side. There weren’t any big problems with this, aside from one thing. Trolls did not take care of their young. For trolls this was nothing new, lusii took care of the grubs.
What was the problem then? There were no lusii on this planet and the grubs didn’t last long after crawling out of this planets brooding caverns. But most trolls don’t know how to care for a young grub, that’s just not in their nature.
So the humans decided to help the trolls. It was a very simple set up really. Some humans would take care of grubs and raise them until they were old enough to start living by themselves.
You wonder why you dreamt about that when your suddenly woken from sleep. It’s cold, wet and you wish the roof wasn’t leaking and that the wall wasn’t broken, but it is and there is nothing you can do about it.
Lightning flashes outside the broken window followed shortly by another one, probably what woke you up. You whimper when a third one strikes. You then inch closer to your...You don’t know what to call him.
Since you’re a troll you don’t have siblings so you can’t call him your brother. Well you guess you’ll just call him Karkat, that’s what your master calls him. He calls you Terrier even though you’re a girl and that name sounds much to boyish.
But you guess your Master don’t care about that. Neither your name nor Karkat’s were given with much thought, it was just what your master decided to call you after the nice guardian passed away.
Well it was her you dreamt about or at least what she often had told you since you could no longer remember her face. She had been very nice and the one you now call Master had also been nice back then. But that changed when the nice guardian died in a car crash.
It happened when she had driven Karkat back from the doctor, it hadn’t been anything serious but he wouldn’t settle down until the doctor said he was fine. And then at a cross road they had been hit by a speeding car.
Karkat had survived with minor bruising and a few scratches but the guardian had died and your Master still blamed Karkat for it.
Hence his name, at least that’s what you think. Car for how she died cat for, at least what your Master thinks, cat nature of being to self absorbed to care about others.
You hear the outside door open and close with a slam. You whimper and nudge Karkat with your elbow to wake him as swearing and angry footsteps walks around downstairs.
Karkat opens his eyes and looks sleepy until he hear the slam of a kitchen cabinet slam shut. You both listen care fully as the steps come up the stairs pausing by your door for a minute before it opens.
Your Master doesn’t say a word as he puts two bowls down on the floor just around the corner of the door. You look at him and he looks back frowning before standing and walking out the door shutting it behind him.
You get up and gets as close to the food as the chain attached to your collar will let you. You still can’t reach the bowls from here and your Master knows it. You sit down and stick out your leg to carefully fish in the bowls carful not to spill any of the food.
Once the bowls are within grabbing range you pick them up and walk back to the bed you made out of old rugs and whatever soft things you could find and were allowed to take.
“Kibble again?” Karkat asks. You nod and sit down putting the bowls between yourself and Karkat. “You’d think Master would have forgiven us after three years. It’s not like three year old me even knew that would happen.”
You shake your head and hold a finger up to your mouth. Karkat was getting loud again and Master didn’t like that. Luckily you can hear the TV downstairs so he probably didn’t hear it.
Just in case you lift a rug and pour the contents of one bowl under it, if Master is mad he won’t feed you. But he will come back for the bowls and if anything is left in them he will take it to, that was something he started with a month ago.
You put the empty bowl down and push it toward the door. You then lay down and pick a kibble from the other bowl and starts to eat, Karkat does the same. You eat in silence until the bowl is empty and Karkat pushes it toward the other empty bowl.
You try to wet your dry lips with your tongue but your mouth is even dryer than your lips. “Damn kibble. It’s to dry.” You complain.
“Maybe if your lucky he’ll give us some canned food next time.” Karkat says as he rolls over so his backs facing you. “Or at least that he’ll give us something to drink tomorrow.” He says angrily kicking his chain away from his legs.
You lay down back to back with him. You pull a blanket over the both of you nuzzling as close as you can get.
“Ouch, stop poking me with your horns Terrier!”
You poke your sharp horns into his back harder and laugh when he swears and moves around making his chain rattle. He settles down on his stomach, one arm around you to keep you in place and the other under his head.
“Why do I always let you get what you want?” He mutters.
“Because you like me.” You tease as you try to turn your head to look at him. He growls a little and poke your head with his nubby horns.
You laugh but lay your head down. “Get some sleep.” You say yawning.
He mutters something you can’t quiet make out before another lightning flashes by the window. If you could just reach the window you could catch some rain water to drink, but you can’t the chain is much to short.
You sigh and nuzzle into Karkat’s side waiting for sleep to overcome your senses.
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“Sup. Penny for your thoughts?”