A/N: I wrote this at twelve at night. Just randomly woke up and started spewing shit onto my notes in my iPod. Took me about thirty minutes to finish it. Could be why it sucks. These are totally random OC's. I don't really care at all for them. He/him = husband. She/her = wife. They/them = random friends.

Rated M for my lovely Tweek side. Plus some gore and swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the voice behind that fucking clown mask. I own all the rest I believe.

He ran.

He ran faster than he had ever gone before; faster than he had thought possible. Strange things happen in times of desperation. He bypassed corners and doorways; throwing all caution to the wind. They were all the same though. Same gray corridor after gray fucking corridor.

'Not to late' he chanted to himself. 'I'll make it. She'll make it.' His watch disagreed. But he had never listened to that faulty thing had he?

They followed behind. Why could they not go faster? Her life is on the line. They knew that. Did they not give a damn? They were her friends for God's sake! She needed them! But at least he will be there for her. They will re-unite and it will be glorious.

The first pained screams slowed them. They accepted, albeit sadly, that there was nothing they could do to help her. So they followed at a more reasonable pace.

He closed in on his target. The voice behind that fucking clown mask had said two more rights than a left. It would be right around here. Her violent screams and pleas pierced into their souls, creating unrepairable damage. It went unnoticed by him.

He entered the large, black room just as her spinal cord severed. The lower half of her body drooped against its heavy leather bindings. The blade whirred for a while longer, then slowly came to a stop.

He stood frozen in the doorway, arms trembling, unable to comprehend what he saw. He just looked on.

He put his head in his hand, shaking it slowly. He knew what was wrong with the scene. His lips twitched up to give a crooked grin. His throat barely squeezed out a rough chuckle. He walked over to her body, almost giggling as he approached. From behind they appeared, only to observe the unfolding spectacle with growing apprehension and grief. Their expressions turned horrified as he started to try and shove the separate slabs of meat back together; giggles turning into forced out peals of half-sobbed laughter.

They left him there choking on his sobs and trying to force back together the body that would never return to him. And as they rounded the corner they heard the loud slap of flesh and the grating, maniacal laughter that soon followed.

How'd you like my gory side? This is the first fanfiction I wrote that was not of Invader Zim. But I am writing another fanfiction of Invader Zim currently. It's just kinda hard to get it going. It's gory as well. It may be angsty… but it's my kinda angsty ;D