In a kaleidoscopic burst of light ending with blinding white, you did it. That fucking bipolar prick slammed hard against the wall. It was good to see that despite the twin horns, the two different colored eyes and shoes, his blood was just that singular, disgusting rotten mustard color. It makes a mark right in the center of the crater his body just created and a vertical trail leads to his slumped form. You wonder if he's dead. He's probably not, and you can't bring yourself to finish him off. In the back, or maybe the very center of your head, there is a part of you hoping that if you keep him alive then maybe you might finally score a spot in that calignous quadrant from him.
Your face is mostly blank as the thought swims in your head. It remains that way as Fef assesses the damage you've done to her... her what? Her moirail? Matesprite? What was Sol to her anyways?
Something.
He was something to her, something more than just friends.
She turns to you looking absolutely pissed the fuck off. You can feel the boiling rage in everything that she is. It's something you've always wanted in way, that sort of desperate hatred. Funny that you're getting it from her. It's beautiful of course, but... you think her big smiles are better. Now she's angry with you. You'll take it. It's something from her, isn't it?
She really is breathtaking in the way her hair whips around. Even behind her goggles you can see the flare of something akin to hatred in her big eyes. She bares her teeth at you, their points much like the trident she's got aimed at your throat.
Your wand feels hot in your hand. It's almost like it's... talking to you.
You look at the wildly enraged girl about to gut you.
She looks like she hates you. Why shouldn't she? Good that she actually feels something for you now. Doesn't matter what it was.
No, you know that it always mattered. She always mattered. You always wanted to be her matesprite, didn't you? Yeah, you pathetic asshole. Being moirails with the greatest girl in the world wasn't good enough for you, was it? Now you're what to her? Friends?
Well after this stunt that's probably not the case.
So you're nothing.
Your chest constricts as your arm raises, wand glowing hot. You can feel the magic pulse through your arm. Maybe it'll reach that spot in your chest that hurts so fucking bad.
It reaches hers first, and it definitely looks like it hurts.
Her anger is wiped away. It's only shock in those big eyes now. Her trident falls to the ground.
The quiet moments of her falling are immediately overthrown with the sound of her corpse landing on Gam's stupid pile of horns.
You're not inclined to care much. What's it matter if she's dead.
She was nothing to you, and you were nothing to her.
You turn to Kan and feed off her anger. You even destroy the matriorb just to push her over the edge.
You don't care when she gets out her chainsaw to cut you in half. You don't care as you point your wand at her and the magic rips a hole through her stomach. It doesn't matter to you.
You hope that maybe Jack Noir appreciates all the work you've done prior to joining him.
And if he kills you?
It won't matter either. You've got nothing to lose but your own life.
It's nothing that matters to anyone.
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Fanfic I wrote while listening to Crystallize by Lindsey Stirling, if you want to get the irl experience I guess, you could read it to that music. It's pretty great actually. Um, yeah... I've never written from his perspective before but I was thinking about his character and wondering like, how a person must feel (or I guess a troll) to kill someone they loved. So I wrote it out, pretty much my headcanon for how he was feeling.