Author's note: This is my first fanfiction and im really excited to not only let you guys read it, but to also hear what you guys have to say! Please feel free to leave constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or other stuff.

Now you've done it. You've gone and made yourself guilty. Guilty of murder. But at least your friends are safe. John and Rose and Jade. But the price was your life along with Vriska's. Everyone was safe. You can die knowing the biggest threat to them is gone. Especially your bro John. If he pissed of Vriska, then he would be the one dead, Vriska would have death by dice, and you would be one sad cool kid.

Everyone in the room was least expecting you to kill anyone due to your chill personality. You, your previously mentioned friends, Vriska, Karkat, and Eridan were the only remaining players in this twisted idea of a game. But with Vriska dead, everyone suspected Eridan. But you left evidence so that your friends would know you sacrificed yourself for them. The insignia of the broken record was somewhat carved barely into Vriska's thumb nail and only close observations could see the sketchy carving. It was your thing, ya know? The broken record.

Only this time the record wasn't broken and your body was sprawled out onto the rotating disk. The sharp pin loomed closer to your feet as you spin endlessly in circles waiting to be cut to bits. Another thing that John will shortly discover is a note in his drawer. You left the small scrap of paper to tell him your reasoning for protecting him and a last goodbye. You look over at him now through your cool kid shades, watching you in horror as you continue to spin. The others are looking down at their feet, to sad to look elsewhere. But John was looking at YOU.

You gave a weak smile, but not a full smile. More like, a twitch of the corner of your lips. Cool guys never fully smiled. Just a twitch of reassurance. He found, tears streaking down his face. But it was too late now. You feel yourself slowly spinning faster, your death approaching sooner. The blade whisked past your shoes, cutting off a flake of rubber.

You then frowned. You would've surly had tears running down your face by now, if it weren't for your shades, always there to hide your emotions.

Another flake of rubber gone. You hear sobbing through your spinning ears. It must be John or Jade. Maybe even your half-sister Rose?

It's too late. You hold in a cry of pain as the tips of your fingers are swiftly disappearing. More tears drip onto the floor from the observers. More blood rushes down your rapidly disappearing hands. You biting our lip doesn't help the pain from your bleeding wrists, but helps stops you from crying.

You watch your blood splatter onto the glass barrier separating you from your friends. You are now literally up to your knees.

The turntable continued to spin faster. You let out a quiet plea for it to end soon.

Your life is shortening by centimeters over a matter of seconds. Your arms and legs are merely bloody stumps by the time the blade begins cutting your blond locks.

You let out a very loud scream as the needle cuts into your now blood soaked head.

You feel it turning even faster, sobs coming from John and Jade slowly disappear as your head gets grated into thin flakes of scull, blood, and brains. Why are you even still alive now?

Soon enough, the last thing you feel, is everlasting loneliness as well as eternal darkness...