Yellow lights the way

by ZemyxDexion

'Your name is Karkat Vantas. There isn't much you can do now.' Major spoilers. Doomed-timeline ending, rated for referenced violence and character-deaths.

Um, wow. I never really expected to write Homestuck fanfiction. Especially a dark-fic like this one. Um. This is an alternate doomed! time-line starting from when everyone goes BALLISTIC. Namely after Eridan goes on a bloody rampage right in front of Karkat. THIS WILL NOT MAKE SENSE UNLESS YOU'VE READ THAT FAR. Major spoilers and implied character deaths. I wrote this because this is how I seriously thought it might end when this part of the story started, and was actually rather surprised that it didn't. That's all! -Love, ZemyxDexion

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i.
Your name is Karkat Vantas. There isn't much you can do now.

ii.
The crystalline drop slides down your face in shock, tainted red from the odd blood that courses through your veins. It's more than they can say, at least. Jade and imperial purple mingle in a swirl of muddied emotions. You feel a hole in your chest almost bigger than the holes in theirs.

iii.
The mustard yellow drips onto the floor slowly in the corner. There is naught you can do but pray against all odds.

iv.
A flicker of hope burns into a fire against the darkness in your mind. A thready pulse pushes through the thin yellow veins, shining sickly gray in the harsh light. The hope subsides as the terror pushes you over the edge.

v.
You could never hope to save him. You try anyways.

vi.
Wild abandonment is on your face. You pull him around the corner with you through the winding corridors of the abandoned crater. Yellow drops light the way.

vii.
There is nowhere to go. You stop, hidden in a small corridor. There is no escape, no reprieve. Maybe you should...

vii.
You're saving him. You're giving mercy. Sick yellow sprays onto the ceiling, coating the floor in a slippery, oily substance.

ix.
You can't stop now. You have to run. Leave no man behind, you think, and drag him with you again. Viscous yellow smears liberally across the ground behind you.

x.
There is nowhere to run. There is nowhere to hide. The yellow lights the way.

xi.
Something is coming. Steps echo through the silent halls.

xii.
You are scrabbling for something. There is nothing you can do. You lit the way with yellow paint.

xiii.
honk.

xiv.
HONK.

xv.
Candy red pours onto the floor in thick rivers, flowing over the slick yellow puddles and painting the ground scarlet.

xvi.
Your name was Karkat Vantas. There isn't much you can do now.