Dave stood over his bro's body. He then kneeled down.
"4R3 THOS3 T34RS 1 SM3LL?" said Terezi.
"its nothing." said Dave.
But it was something. Dave closed pesterchum.
"you told me nothing would stop a strider."
"nothing."
Dave took off his shades, placing them on his bro's chest. He took bro's hat and placed it on his head, then took his glasses and put them on.
"this isnt ironic, bro"
"this isnt what i would call irony"
"this is what i would call murder"
Murder. The sound echoed around the walls of his head. Seeing a dead body can mess up a kid. Especially if it's their bro.
Murder. It wouldn't go away. The word was all he thought about.
Murder. Murder. MURDER!
Dave cracked. Insane. A lunatic. He looked at the sky and thought about the word. Murder. It's all he thinks about. Ever.
Now here we are. Hiding on this god forsaken meteor. Hiding from who? Hiding from Dave.
Dave. With his murderous rampages. Dave. who made even the highest of bloods quiver in fear. Dave. Who now drinks the blood of his enemies. And the blood of his friends.
Terezi smells nothing in him. He only kills. Left and right,
blood everywhere. And all the while, with a smile on his face.
That smile would be the last thing anyone in his way would see.