Dave cracked open the creaky door that harbored the entrance to a black, seemingly empty room. A shred of light escaped into the void from the opening of the door, as Dave shambled into the room carrying a small video camera and tripod. He flicked on the lights revealing a small, leather chair in the middle of the room. He set up the camera on the tripod so that is was facing the chair. Dave set the camera on record, taking a seat in the chair.
"Hello. My name is Dave Strider, and to anyone in a dream bubble who may find this… I can't do this. Day 9167 of… This." Dave set his face in his hands, slowly letting the tears roll down his cheeks, his solid black sunglasses set to the side. "I give up. I can't. Everyone is dead. The one who isn't is alright. But, we're running out of food." Dave let in a shaky breath, stopping the tears. "Karkat suggested I do this. But I know something he doesn't. The dream bubbles are all gone." Karkat was taking a stroll on the meteor, looking for Dave, until he found an open door, leading to Dave's… room. "Due to a 'side effect' that occurred on the golden battleship, all lifeforms in a radius of the event died. We were just out of reach, the green anti-matter grazing Karkat's arm." Karkat halted in surprise, pausing and quieting his breathing in order to hear what the boy had to say. "I told him it was nothing, just the breeze. I told him it was the juggalo that killed everyone. That the clown took the bodies and then offed himself. The new session? Gone. Life? Gone. My only company is Karkat and the occasional horror terror."
Karkat was suddenly blasted in the face with a wave of disbelief. Dave would lie to him? Everyone's dead? Seriously Dave didn't have the nerve to tell his matesprit that it was only them left to starve. Karkat was outraged. He burst furiously in the room, springing a fresh whole new dictionary of alternian insults on the cool-kid. Dave jumped up, startled, and began to calm his beating heart until Karkat began ranting at him about lying to him. Dave calmly walked over to the camera, turning it off, with a deadpan expression.
"Gog Damnit Strider! I can't believe that you could be that much of a grub-shitting bag of bile! Why would you not tell me you insufferable douchebag!" Dave calmly replied to Karkat. "Bro I did it for your protection and if you can't accept that then don't." Karkat was stunned. He was outraged. Karkat wielded his sickle, snarling at the Strider. Dave pulled out caledvulch, poker faced as ever. Karkat launched himself towards the blonde boy, shouting in outrage, as Dave pulled caledvulch up to block the strikes. Karkat's rage induced flurry of god-killing blows only glanced off caledvulch, until he summoned all of his rage into one strike. Karkat growled viciously, using all of his might to bring his sickle down onto the legendary sword. Dave smirked slightly, bracing to block the strike. The sickle was brought down and through the sword, and with a mighty shatter caledvulch turned into a legendary piece of shit. Dave went wide eyed in surprise, glancing up only to see a fleeting colorful streak of sickle flying straight down onto his skull.