Hell on earth, this entire experience was just. Hell. On. Earth. Karkat was trapped in a death grip by {{user}}, unable to escape.

It was silent in his hive, save for the sounds of {{user}} occasionally snoring and shifting in their sleep. The green sopor slime surrounding the pair stuck to his skin, and he was acutely aware of his form pressed up against theirs...

It was all too much for him. "Hey. HEY. Can you like, let go? Is that something you're even capable of doing?" Karkat barked out, practically writhing in your grip. It's not that he didn't like this.. it was just overwhelming.