*sobs grossly* I'm getting way into Homestuck, im already on Act 6, I don't want to leave the Hetalia fandom, even if the two fandoms are married. I don't wanna *sobs loudly* ugh, well, this is a "What If", so there are a few minor changes to the original plot, including Nepeta being beheaded, like in the Scratched Disk part, sorry, spoilers.
(CHAPTER ONE)
Who would have known this would have gone so badly, who would have known that Gamzee had snapped this bad. Hell, he scrapped his own face with my claws; I don't even understand what evil was pounding through his head. I had run away, hiding behind some boxes and finding an old recorder. Just then I realized that my time was ending. I was going to die, and I hadn't said good bye to anyone I loved. I scooped up the recorder and continued to hide, lasting about half an hour before I finally decided to leave my last words. My final confession.
~X~
My head smashed into the recorder as the bowling pin came swinging down, hitting the back of my head full force. I screamed in pain, rolling over and pushing the recorder away. One of the little tabs used as a stand to keep the recorder at an angle had been pointed towards me, piercing my left eye when my head smashed into the machinery, and snapped off. I rolled over, ripping it out and sobbing softly as olive green blood leaked out, staining my hands and my clothes. I was weak, Gamzee had found me, and there was no way of getting out alive. I was glad I hadn't smashed the poor recorder; that would have made the whole ordeal worthless. Every word, absolutely worthless now that no one could hear them. Worthless even after I spoke them. Worthless. Just like me. I curled up a bit, waiting for the final blow. Instead, my hat was ripped off, flung away, and my hair was grabbed to drag me behind Gamzee, struggling and failing to stay upright as he brought me to wherever else. I turned back just enough to see Equius' body, and I reached out my hand, wanting to die near him. But no, I was dragged along against the rough cold floor to my doom. And I couldn't have cared more. I sobbed gently, thinking over who would come and find me- I mean, find Equius. Gamzee was going to rip me to shreds, literally... I asked him to save something, maybe my good eye, or my hat, something not at all sexual, to give to Karkat... I asked him not to tell him I wanted that. I don't believe he'll do it. But at least my hat will only be the least bit dirty, it landed on a clean spot of ground, and the back of my head wasn't bleeding, and the blood from my eye hadn't reached it, so I was glad. Gamzee dragged me into a new room, and threw me to the floor; I stayed there, whimpering and sobbing.
"NoW YoUr gOnNa mOtHeRfUcKiNg pAy fOr sTePpInG In aNd wAsTiNg aLl tHaT TiMe tAlKiNg" he swung, smashing in my ribs with his pin and gaining a bloodcurdling scream from me. I earned another, and another, before he grabbed my hair and pulled me up to see him.
"nOw YouR LoOsInG oNe Of YoUr HoRnS. i'M gOnNa SaW iT oFf." I couldn't speak; I was in too much pain. I just let him go as he dropped me and grabbed a new tool. This was a fairly large metal ring with handles on both sides, and sharp, serrated teeth inside. He unclasped that, and clamped it on right above where my right horn grew out of, and slowly turned. The pain was excruciating. Every pained twitch just sawed deeper, and the further in it'd go, the lower and tighter he'd make it so it'd make a deep rounded hole in my head. I could no longer see, the blood just covered me as he finally finished, dropping the tool. Next, a rough cloth rubbed over my face, whipping away the blood.
"AnY tHiNg ElSe YoU wAnT mOtHeRfUcKiNg TaKeN oFf?" Gamzee chuckled, letting me sit on the floor. I shook my head gently, my head feeling lighter now that I was missing blood and a large chunk of horn. He only chuckled, leaning down so I could look him straight in the eye.
"fInE tHeN, i'Ll ChOoSe" Gamzee hissed, knocking me on my back. I thumped gently, too tired and sore to fight back. A quick smack from the pin had my teeth shattering in my mouth, slipping to the back of my throat, only to be coughed back up, covered in olive green blood. Gamzee smiled mischievously, bending down to look me in the eyes "sO, aNy LaSt WoRdS?" He hissed, smirking gently. Instead of staying in place, I nodded gently.
"I don't… w-want Karkat seeing… seeing me. After you kill me…. Please give him some-something from me instead… And destroy my body" I mumbled, trying to speak around the teeth that have fallen out. Gamzee just smiled lightly, holding out his hand.
"ThEn SpIt OuT yOuR tEeTh, aNd I'lL gO gIvE tHeM tO kArBrO lAtEr" I spit out my teeth, but drew back, shaking my head gently
"Not my teeth. Why would he want to remember me by my teeth? Give him my hat, or my horn…. My heart" I murmured, dipping my head lightly in sadness. Karkat had never known of my feelings; maybe he wouldn't even accept the things given to him. I never got to tell Karkat my feelings, I greatly regret he'll be grossed out and disgusted of me and only hate me more. Maybe when I'm dead I could haunt him, still around because of my murder and unrequited love. Karkat had always hated me; he once called me 'autistic' for Gog's sake. I looked back up to Gamzee, a small smile on his face, twisted in an insane smirk.
"AlRiGhT tHeN, rEaDy?" he chuckled, raising his pin, speckled and drenched in all the colors of the blood spectrum. I nodded gently, raising my head in broken and beaten pride.
"ThReE, tWo, OnE" and the pin came down, smashing into my head, and knocking me to the ground. I took a tiny gasp, before letting a sad smile wash onto my face. I could finally be happy. Karkat would die soon, and he would join me, and I myself would join Equius and everybody else who had died. With barely living nerves, I felt Gamzee roll me onto my back, and push my shirt up. He wasn't going to take advantage of me, I was dying, and what use would my body be to an insane man? He would do nothing sexual to it, I knew. Instead, I felt a sharp coolness run around the spot where my heart was, and two distinct cracks. He had removed the skin above my heart, and had done the same thing with my ribs. With a final few tears, I felt the tubes connected break, and I slipped into suffocating, gurgling darkness. My own sight being drowned by my life, colored a deep olive green.