Red.
What a horrible color. You absolutely hate it which is no surprise considering how many times you had seen family and friends (and yourself) in an increasingly large puddle of said color. But this? This is horrifying. You've seen so much blood- so many deaths, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your best bro (and secret crush), John Egbert, laying on the ground with a sword stuck through his chest, blood seeping out of his back and chest at an alarming rate, despite the enormous amount of blood surrounding him. You fall to your knees next to him.
shitshitshitshitshittyshitshitFUUUUUUUUUCK!
"John,"
"Hey, John,"
"G-get up..."
"Pl-please, John..."
"Get up, damn it!"
. . .
"Th-this isn't funny..."
"Bro,"
"Hey, bro,"
"Get up..."
"Pl-please, Bro..."
"Get up, damn it!"
. . .
"This isn't funny..."
"Please, don't leave me here alone..."
I'll just go ahead and say, yes. I see that it's ridiculously ooc. I get it. This idea was just diseasing my brain (Symptoms: unresponsiveness, attention deficit, doodling dead John and Bro, drooling while daydreaming about stupid, ooc homestuck shit) and publishing it for the world to see was the only cure.
Vale~