Three days. That's how long's Karkat's been at the bottom of the meteor, how long he's been huddled next to Gamzee's fridge, reading and re-reading both of the books his dancestor had lent him. He examined each and every one of the pictures in the book, seeing Sollux stand tall and proud, wearing a visor to match his bi-colored eyes, his wardrobe light and comfortable a beautiful golden color. He saw Equius, still muscular, with a soft and welcoming expression on his face, his eyes covered by goggles.

He saw Feferi, in her royal attire. Long, dark hair pulled into a neat and tight braid that hung loosely on her right shoulder. She wore a long white dress, with a golden belt around her waist, matching her golden anklets, bracelets, necklaces and crown. She held her trident which was decorated in fuchsia rings. Her expression was kind and loving, her eyes half lidded and a small smile on her face.

He saw a picture of Nepeta, she wore animal skins and battle attire. She looked dangerous, the claws on her gloves out as she stood in a protective hunched position, she looked just about ready to tear anyone's face off. Kanaya stood in her picture with open arms, a warm and gentle smile on her face. Her clothing was humble, nothing more than a plain jade dress with a cloak to cover it. Tavros wore armor, his shoulders squared up and he looked a little intimidating. In one hand he held his lance, in the other he had his fist raised up, and Karkat noticed his own sign branded onto his forearm.

Terezi looked frightened in hers, she kept herself closed up. Arms tucked into her sides, one clutching the side of shirt, he legs seemed nearly stiff. She looked up into the unknown, scared. Aradia looked wicked. Her hands were turned into fists at her sides and her legs were slightly spread, a sneer on her face. Eridan looked uptight in his respective picture, he wore fancy gold and purple clothing with a monocle on his eye, his hair slicked back and the purple strip on the front part was still present. He had the face of an upset librarian as he glared up at whoever painted him at the time.

Karkat saw Gamzee and Vriska's picture. Gamzee stood tall, a giant spiked club hanging loosely on his shoulder. His hair was giant and wild, specks of different colored blood in it and his clown based attire. His eyes were wide and crazy as his mouth was curled up into a snarl to bare his sharp teeth. Vriska stood beside him. Her face showed more of a mischievous expression. On hand was resting on her clean sword, the other was on her hip.

Karkat didn't know what to think of all of this. For days his head swirled with this information. He sat by Gamzee's fridge, reading aloud and describing the pictures in immense detail. He took small naps and visited the Sollux that had helped him before and spoke to him about these amazing new discoveries. He was truly amazed at what his Beforus self had accomplished. He had put an end to a major war, he had helped keep the peace to a planet, he protected the Empress, he trained soldiers, and he gave Terezi a job with the Empress on the best ways to maintain peace on their planet.

Although this was all amazing, Karkat still wondered what would become of him. What would happen when he would supposedly become the next Signless? Would the others follow him? Support him? Believe him? Go against him? Cull him? Would they think it was just him finally losing his mind and think nothing of it?

These thoughts swirled in his mind constantly, making him slightly dizzy. Would anyone even want to follow him? Let alone want to believe him? Would they assume this was just some crazy plan that Karkat cooked up in order to clear his subconscious for allowing the deaths of their friends? Karkat didn't know where to begin with all these possibilities. He pondered each and every single one while he re-read the books, when suddenly an idea came to mind.

Karkat closed his book, he had just finished finished re-reading The Architect's journals once again, his head rested against the cool door of the fridge behind him. He sighed and thought about his "fate" once more, when an idea struck him. It was so....so simple, and that's what made it perfect. The Cancer troll stood up and replaced the books into his sylladex.

"Hey Gam, I'll be back soon....I'm going to tell them.' Karkat murmured, stretching a little.

honk.

"Alright, wish me luck and later....best friend."

honk.

With that, Karkat quickly ran up the stairs to the second floor, hopping onto the nearest transportalizer and ending up in the computer lab. The lab was completely empty, not a single troll or human in sight. The red blooded troll hopped off the platform and headed down into the hall.

He stopped in front of Kanaya's door, and grabbed the doorknob, not opening the door just yet. If he went in there, he would most likely be greeted with an upset rainbow drinker who would scold him for worrying her and the others and demand what he was doing. But then again, Karkat desperately needed to do this. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open and stepping into Kanaya's respiteblock.

Her block wasn't necessarily neat, different colored articles of clothing littered the floor and a giant pillow pile was in the corner. Kanaya herself was sitting on one of those absurd human resting platforms, or a bed as they called it, she was stitching up a hole in one of Karkat's sweaters. She looked up and smiled, but that smile soon turned into a glare as she stood up and walked over to him, clearly upset.

"Listen Kanaya, we don't have time for your overpowering lusus like tendencies at the moment, we have shit to get done." Karkat said, he sounded more confident than he actually was. "I want you to gather everyone into library in ten minutes, it's extremely important."

"What? Karkat, what's going on? Are you alright? Did that fucking clown escape? Are you hurt? Where have you be--" Karkat held up his hand, stopping Kanaya's shower of questions.

"I'll explain later, just get everyone to meet me in the library in fifteen minutes, got it?" Karkat didn't stay long enough to get an answer from her, he was pushing her out her door before zooming down the hall once more. He ran into Eridan's room, instantly going back to the shelf and pulling out large and heavy books and looking through them to make sure they were the correct ones, he had to make sure he had absolutely everything he needed for his plan.

He put those books into his sylladex as well and walked back into the empty computer lab thirteen minutes later, standing in front of the transportalizer. This was it, he was just seconds away from possibly being classified by as his friends as either A) crazy or B) an actual savior.

His palms began to sweat, and he wiped off that sweat on his pants. He'd be fine...his plan was perfect. Just explain to them what Kankri had told him, but he on the other hand, was going to keep it short and sweet. He took a deep breath and stepped onto the platform appearing in the library a moment later.

Kanaya had done her job, and everyone was infact waiting for him, all sitting either on or around the couch.

"Well, Karkat, I have gathered everyone here. Now what is so important?" Kanaya questioned, crossing her legs and smoothing out her skirt with one hand as the other hand held onto to Rose's hand.

"Are we all here to have some sort of weird meteor party?" Dave asked, looking over at karkat and stretching out on the couch next to Kanaya, "Cause if we are, i'm totally down to be the DJ, kitkat. Just say the word and the beat will drop faster than your pants when you see Troll Will Smith." Everyone laughed at Dave's comment, as well as making some of their own, but Karkat didn't care.

He looked at all of his friends, sighing. Rose and Kanaya, holding hands, they were so happy, so flushed. Dave, their time together on this meteor was confusing to the both of them, they didn't know which quadrant their relationship was lying in. Terezi and Vriska were laughing together, Terezi leaning on Vriska a little, the two became very close moirails very quickly. These were his friends, surely they'd believe him. They wouldn't call him a liar, they wouldn't call him crazy.

Karkat knew, at that time, that no matter how insane what he was about to say may seem, his friends wouldn't dare cull him or label him as crazy. He knew that the way he now knew who he was.

"No, Dave. It isn't that. There's something I need to discuss with all of you, so get the shit out of your sponge clots and listen up when your leader's talking." The others quieted down and looked at him, waiting for him to speak again. Karkat took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them and stood up straighter, he stood up with more confidence.

"I'm Karkat Vantas, I'm a mutant with candy red blood. My Ancestor died trying to bring peace to our corrupted ways, and i'll finish what he started. I'm Karkat Vantas, and I'm the next Signless."