As I stated in the summary, this is Nepeta's death scene from her PoV. Enjoy!
The club comes down again, even harder now. You raise your arm to try and block the blows, but it's futile. Glancing to your side you see your dead moirail and olive tinged tears begin to well in your eyes. You were too slow to save him and now you are too weak to avenge him. Looking back up you see Gamzee towering over you, club raised for another blow.
This is the end, you think.
The club slams into your skull and you begin to feel dizzy and lightheaded. As the high blood prepares for another strike, you glance back over at the corpse of your partner. There is still one more thing you have to do before you can accept defeat. Your head takes another blow and you see stars.
Dizzily, you stare back up at Gamzee, hardly seeing him through your obscured vision. You don't need to see to know that he is preparing for another swing. Glaring at him, you say the final words that you will ever speak, the ones that you have to speak. You cannot accept your death till you have spoken them to his unnervingly placid face. "I-" another sharp blow to the head interrupts you, but you're not dead yet. You will complete your task.
"Gamzee," you start, your voice surprisingly steady. The highblood pauses for a moment in surprise. "I came out here to have a good time, and honestly," you take a deep breath, "I'm feeling so attacked right now!" It is complete. The shitty meme has been spoken. Your life is complete. You give a gentle sigh of relief as it all fades to black. You are complete.
Ok, guys, I'm sorry. I promise my next upload will be a real fic and not some pile of garbage I crapped out in twenty seconds as homage to a shitty meme. I just had to this at least once. I'm sorry.