"Ma'am, none of us can help you."

Sobs could be heard throughout the hall of the police department. "PLEASE!" Yellow tears streamed down her face and off her chin, eyes pleading with the officer before her. "He was my matesprit! I loved him! He… He just… I can't…" The woman broke off into another spell of choked cries as the pool of lemony liquid left water spots on the shirt she wore. A deep blue hue like the ocean a while away from them. A hue like the blood that pooled around the man that lay motionless on the kitchen floor of a hive not too far away, the life swiped from him in the night. The officer took a breath, looking behind him to his partner. The troll gave a nod to him and the he took a card out of his pocket, handing it to the destroyed woman before him.

"…But she can."

The lemon blood took the card carefully between her fingers, fumbling to get ahold of her phone and dial the numbers with those shaky fingers and held the thing to her ear. After what seemed to be an eternity of ringing, a voice answered the phone.

"Detective Pyrope speaking."

Terezi woke to the same smells as yesterday, and likes the past few mornings she began with a sigh. "Only a dream," she said to herself. If only. Being a detective, gathering the evidence against the troll who pulled the strings, getting his execution and the ability to smell the fear and sheer horror as he is hung for the whole town to see… Hell, just Alternia would be nice. Sadly Cueball had some other plans with everyone, having them stay at his place as guests or something. It's been a few months, but Alternia was certainly something many of the trolls missed. At least the guy had red chalk. All kinds of hell yes. And she could hang out with Dave! Perhaps this place wasn't so bad. The troll girl stood and calmly walked out of her room, breathing through her nose as she went. Per usual, she could "see" swirls of the green that enveloped the manor. Everything from the lights to the tastefully placed décor throughout the home was noted in her unusual vision. To Terezi's dismay she was not allowed to lick any of the furniture however. The one time she tested that against the curtains Mr. Vanilla Milkshake somehow found out. Damn was he good.

Off at what seemed like the end of the hall was the smell of tired eyes and… Oh my god. Cherries. Terezi ran over to Karkat with a grin. "Oh fucking gog don't you dare even THINK of licking me!" This never once stopped Pyrope, who said it would now? She ran her tongue along the unwilling and protesting Karkat, her arms preventing him from simply running off. "Terezi, what the fuck!"

Terezi let out a cackle, grinning to her little Karkat as her tongue moved back into her own mouth. "You're bright red, Karkles!" And indeed he was. The notion of the unwelcome color to his cheeks only provoked more squirming and desire to get out of this embarrassing situation before anyone else figured out what color ran through his veins.

"Terezi let me go already, gog fucking damn it!"

"So delicious~" It was another cackle before she finally let him go. Karkat put a hand up to shield his cheeks from the view of whoever may just happen to walk upon this scene. On his watch, it would be absolutely nobody. Absolutely no soul would see his red tint and live to tell the tale and Karkat would make sure of this. If Terezi weren't blind this wouldn't at all be an issue he'd have to deal with all the freaking time.

Feeling the excessive heat leave his face, Karkat removed his hand from his face. "About time that torture was said and done." Karkat wiped the thin layer of saliva off his cheek, though could've sworn it was still there or something. Felt like it to him. It always did whenever she did that. Gog damn it. But at least it was over. At least it was all over. Everyone was safe: John and his ragtag group of pals, the Alternian Sgrub Beta trolls, and then the four alpha kids. Jane and her friends have only been in Doc's manor for a few weeks though. Karkat began walking down the hall, Terezi following his scent. Speaking of alpha kids, Karkat walked by a room with two of them. No idea what their names were though. One always had some sort of drink in her hand; right now wasn't an exception. The other had another pair of pointy sunglasses. Why were people wearing sunglasses indoors? Karkat had no damn idea and he wasn't about to begin guessing today.

"Oh god, guys! Guys!" John's voice could be heard down the hall. "Oh shit! Guys!" With widened eyes Karkat grabbed Terezi's hand and ran with her down to the source of the yelling. It didn't take long to reach the location of the screams. By now nearly everyone was standing and staring at the sight before them.

"Oh my… He…Oh glub…"

"Fef, it'll be alright I promise."

"ED does this look alright to you? Look at him gog damn it!"

"I understand the circumstances, but could we please remain composed and try to refrain from such lewd vocabulary? We must stay mentally strong."

"How the fuck can you say that! He looks like one of Nep's kills or somethin'!"

"Would someone tell me what's going on!?" All eyes locked on Terezi as the room remembered she couldn't see what was in front of them. Karkat looked away from Terezi, not sure how to lightly put this. Hell, there is no light way to put this. The red team's leader took a shaky breath as he looked to the scene before his feet.

"Doc is dead, Terezi."