Author's Note: I really wanted to write something for Karkat, and now here I am. In case anybody wondered, I listened to 'Misthallery's Many Canals' the whole time I wrote this. Alrighty, rated T because Karkat what the fuck did you expect.
I have always hated the colour red. It's just horribly overrated. Who wants a colour so bright? So mutant? It's the brightest colour on either end of the spectrum, how fucking weird is that? It's shit, that's all it is. No I am not sensitive about my blood, you stupid fuck, stop making assumptions! I just don't like the colour!
I hated Dave Strider from the beginning, with his smug ass way of typing and his failed attempts at slam poetry. The guy is fucking awful, and I hate him. The platonic sort of hate, I mean. I hate him for his stupid red text, and his stupid red eyes, and his stupid red shirts. I just. Hate all of his red.
Or maybe I hate that he is the new red.
It's ground I've tried so hard not to tread on, because no that is a fucking waste of time. And me, spend all this time thinking about Pyrope and Strider's little redrom? Fuck it. That's such a horrible waste of time, thinking about those two fucking nooksuckers. Not one single fuck is given over what they do with that stupid mayor and that ridiculous 'town' of cans.
No, fucks are given. Lots of fucks are given, and I hate it. I know, I know, it's my fault I pushed her away like that, and it's my fault she found a new red, but I miss her. And I can't pull it back anymore. Because I hid my red under grays and blacks and I never let her close enough and wanted to, oh dear gog I wanted to, but something about me wouldn't let myself and so I pushed her away and she found a new source of cherry. His is brighter, less hidden, more candy-coated. Her favorite.
So I'll sit here and be the stupid desperate fuck I am, watching Terezi spend more and more time with the boy with the red text, the red eyes, the red shirt, and yes, the red blood.
Not to mention the red quadrant.
Fuck.
I hate that fucking mutant colour so much more than when I began.