Idk murder murder fuck blood
You looked down at the floor, blood dripping from your knife as the lifeless body in front of you ceased to move. You stepped over the body and around the piles of blood around it. You'll want to wait for the cops if you wanted to see their reactions. But you don't want them to. Because fuck them. You left out the back door, the exact same way you went in. You looked back at the body and sighed, smiling.
Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you're a serial killer.
Case: Nepeta Leijon.
Details: Died at 2:23 am, stabbed and gutted, spread entrails everywhere. Found in a puddle of her blood.
Death: Brain damage.
Whoever Ms. Leijon was, she's dead now. You sighed, flipping through the file. This has been the third murder this month. You sighed, this job was killing you. You closed the file, looking over at your partner, John, as he examined the body.
"Looks to me as though the gashes are from sharp claws, as if they were cat claws."
"Yeah, thats how this sicko wants it to look like. Maybe we can find the actual weapon, or better, some actual prints and shit to find out who this asshole is."
"Yeah, I mean, it's not that hard to figure out, is it?"
"Unless he isn't in the records."
"Oh."
Your name is Dave Strider, and you're a cop in the Homicide department.
You have worked for three years now, your partner John is a newbie agent. This killer has killed three victims.
The first one was Tavros Nitram, a simple paraplegic who was stabbed in the chest. His legs were cut off and found three miles away in a dumpster. What a shame that the killer kept it that long.
On it was a note that read "He wanted to walk again."
The second victim was a girl named Feferi Peixis, she was cut through the chest, her throat slit and heart missing.
During a look through the house, you found it on her pillow with a note that read "Sluts love the bed."
Now this victim, Nepeta Leijon. You looked over at John as he held up a note. You grabbed it, reading it out loud.
"Brilliant minds usually go quickly after the insanity kicks in." You rolled your eyes under your shades. "God, this guy's a sociopath."
"I know, I wonder what drove him to do this."
"Who knows." John looked at you, sighing.
"Well, whoever this is, he does know how to leave a clue about their death." You nodded, setting the note down where it was. You both looked over at each other, knowing what was gonna happen next after they move the body.
You went downstairs of your apartment, laying down in your bed and falling asleep at sunrise. You heard your roommate calling for you, making you get up to see what he wanted. You looked at him when he finally turned to look at you, god was he high already?
"Hey Karbro...why the motherfuck are you covered in blood?"
"Reasons."
"Well, can you make sure that if the Landlord comes he doesn't find my weed? I can't risk losing that shit a second fucking time."
"It's fucking medicated, it's for your health. You have a fucking doctors note for it even." He looked confused, the poor bastard, before getting it.
"Oh-ho-ho YEAH~ Thanks Karbro." You rolled your eyes, nodding and going back downstairs, going back to sleep.
You gulped in the elevator, god you had to do this, why YOU? Was it because of John being a Hemophobe? Probably. You walked out of the elevator, going towards the door and walking in, dodging a slash of a whip.
"ARADIA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"
"Oh, hehe, sorry Dave. I'm just seeing if the body bruises or not."
"Whatever, do you have a main cause of death?"
"Looks like this girl died naturally."
"What do you mean?"
"She was Autistic, from her health records, and she also had a brain tumor. Although from where her skull was fractured, she most likely was hit hard enough where the tumor spread and killed her."
"Oh."
"Yep, but just like the other two corpses, she's missing her heart."
"Wait, Tavros was missing a heart?"
"It was in his pelvis, completely smashed up, but it was in there."
"Oh."
You nodded and handed her the papers, she took them with an ungloved, and that being the one with the less blood on it, hand.
"Thanks Dave."
"No problem."
You sighed as you opened the door to your house, walking inside to feel two arms wrap around you.
"Hey Terezi."
"Hey Dave, how was work?" You looked down at the smaller ginger, her red glasses shimmering up towards you. You leaned down and kissed her softly, soon getting her hand to lift your shades as she smelled.
"You should stop covering your eyes, they smell perfectly fine to me."
"They're red."
"Red is the best smelling color ever. Even better taste." You rolled your eyes at you Synesthetic girlfriend. She giggled, hugging you.
"I love you Dave, how was work?"
"It was hard, another death." You picked her up, carrying her to your shared room.
"You didn't say that you loved me back!"
"I love you too."
You know how some people have those weird ass headcanons where Terezi is blind? Well, it's sort of the same here but it's different, Synesthesia. See, it's in the comic that Terezi "sees", as in smells and tastes colors and shit.
Well, Terezi here is the same way. Except she can see, it's just that she can see sounds. It's fucking awesome.
SO THIS IS THIS FANFICTION I'M STARTING: Killer Karkat, Cop Dave, Cop John, and just the innocent murdered victims and then Terezi.
If you don't know what this is based off of, it's based from: "To Play Hide And Seek With Jealousy" by Falling In Reverse.
It's a good song.
Listen to it whenever Karkat pops up.
It's like his theme.