Your name is Sollux Captor, and today, you are feeling nearly out-of-character great.

To you, it is the most fantastic day. The night air is slightly warm, the dark sky contrasting the pink and green moons perfectly. Everything was delightfully quiet, other than the gentle buzzing of your bees working away. Of course, you would say that, since everything feels wonderful to you. For a moment, you wonder whether sopor slime was snuck into any of your meals. You suddenly remember that the shits you could give are very few and very tiny. But, you know that sopor slime is not the reason for your joy today.

Today, you have gathered up whatever confidence you ever had - which, despite your outer shell, is really not that much - and have decided to ask a lovely young troll to be your matesprit. To you, she is adorable, sweet and ever so cuddly. Her weak-looking and tiny frame made her all the more pitiable. This, however, could not be any further from the truth. She is a powerful and skilled huntress, able to quickly and efficiently kill preys. Her fighting allows her to move freely, like an elegant dancer on a center stage. ...okay, you are side-tracking yourself. You are nervous, and that is understandable. Especially due to her hunk of meat she calls her ‘meowrail’. You are hoping she feels the same as you. She has been sending pretty strong pity signals to you.

======> Sollux: Have a flashback.

You are now Sollux Captor in the past, and you are standing alone, waiting by yourself for someone.

As you stand alone, you suddenly feel a rather heavy - to your strength, anyway - person hopping onto your back with a considerable amount of force, wrapping their arms around your throat and their legs around your waist. With a few seconds of wobbling, you land face-first into the cold ground. The person on top of you gives a cutesy little giggle as they bounce off of you, shakily raising yourself from the dirt. You have just been ‘pouncegr33ted’ by Nepeta.