Hello, My name is Lakyra Slathe. This is my first ever fanfic, so sorry if it kinda sucks. Enjoy.
YOUR NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS and everyone you know hates you. You even hate yourself. You feel so alone and you just want to fucking die. 'Maybe that would be the best solution,' you think to yourself. 'If I die, nobody will notice. If I disappear from this world, nobody would give a flying fuck if I were gone.' You are so fucking done.
You grab your sickle, and head down to the living room. John shouldn't be home for a while. You and John Egbert share an apartment together, so he would be the one to find your corpse. You decide to make this quick. You sit on the floor with your knees under you. "It's going to be quick and painless," you say out loud, trying to convince yourself that it's true. You raise your sickle up to your throat. "Quick and painless."
"Karkat, I'm home," came a familiar voice.
John walks into the room and sees you. His eyes grew wide with fear. "Karkat, what are you doing?!" he yells. "Go the fuck away," you scream at him. You don't need him making this anymore painful than it already is. "No, I'm not going anywhere. Why are you doing this?" he asked. " You really wanna fucking know? Fine, I'll fucking tell you." You stand up and look John dead in the eye. "Everybody hates me. I'm not important. I'm the reason your world has fucking disease. I gave your world cancer, John. I don't deserve to live. I'm worthless. I'm nothing. And I deserve to fucking die."
Then, you close your eyes and make a move that should have ended your sad, pathetic, miserable life.
You should have felt the cool metal slicing your throat open. You should not be breathing right now. But you are. You open your eyes slowly. You realize that your sickle is not in your hand. It's in John's. He used his wind power to take the weapon away from you. You slowly sink to the floor and begin to sob. Candy red tears roll off your cheeks and onto the floor. You hear a loud clank of your sickle hitting the ground, then you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. You continue to cry while John rubs your back and whispers stuff to you like, " Shh... it's okay... I'm here... It's going to be alright..." You two sit there for a very long time until, eventually, you stop crying.
" You know," John says," You're wrong, Karkat." You stare up at him, confused. " What the ever-loving-fuck do you mean, Egderp." John looks at you with big blue eyes and chuckles. " You're not worthless. You're not nothing. Not everybody hates you," John says. " Yes, everybody does," you say, bitterly.
"I don't." Then, he leans down and kisses you.
You're so stunned that you didn't know what to do. John pulls away, ending the kiss way too soon, and says " I love you, Karkat." You grab his shirt and crashed your lips together. Before John had a chance to kiss back, Karkat says, " I love you, too, John." Then, you kiss him again. John kisses you back and it was perfect. You hope that this feeling doesn't end, knowing that he will always be there. You just love him so fucking much. You break the kiss so you can catch your breath. John whispers to you, " Let's go watch a Nic Cage movie." You nod and the two of you walk to his bedroom, not speaking of the events that had just occurred. By the time you made it twenty minutes in, you two were doing anything else besides watching the movie.