AN: I felt the need to post this even though it's really very awful.
He's touching your face.
That fucking asshole is touching your face.
You quiet down, if only in shock. Your blood is on his hands and it's disgusting.
You let him wrap his arms around you. Your fingernails dig into his back and this is all so sickeningly pale from his point of view, it makes you want to slit your own throat and vomit blood.
Your lips curl into a smile and you were best friends forever, the end.
Wait, no. That's not what happened, ha-ha-ha.
You moved your hands to his shoulders, still smiling. Your lips spread and showed your teeth, even. It was heartfelt and beautiful.
Until you pulled him into a chokehold. He sputtered and coughed and you laughed and that Rainbow Drinker revved up her chainsaw like she could fucking help him, even though he never had pale intentions for her. She's just kidding herself.
You dropped Karkat to his knees and pulled your deuce clubs from your strife deck. He didn't look up at you. He was looking at the blind girl. How romantic.
What's even more romantic, in your opinion, is that he'll die the same way as the cat girl. You've seen her stupid motherfucking wall.
Your club lands a blow against the side of his head with a satisfying crunch. His skin breaks when his face meets the ground, and he bleeds red blood. It's a color you've never seen before. You'd suspected just as much, since he was bawling in the Veil when Sollux died.
Fucking mutant covered in your blood. Not worthy. Never good enough. Your foot makes contact with his head and his bright red blood splatters everywhere. Been keeping it a secret for six sweeps, such a shame that the only time we get to see it is now.
You hear the whirring of her chainsaw again and you just know she deciding whether to kill you fast or slow. You don't care. You crouch low to the ground, touching your fingers to your would-be moirail's puddle of blood. You paint a diamond on your face and Kanaya runs at you faster than you thought she would, slices you up.
Her chainsaw pierces you vertically through the stomach and she jerks it upward, upsetting all of your organs and crunching your bones. You are dead by the time she spits on your face.
It's hard, Kanaya. Being a kid and growing up.
You touch Karkat's face gingerly, green tears spilling out of your eyes.
This isn't fair. No, no, no. Karkat loved that asshole and he just... he killed him.
You had begun to develope a palecrush on Karkat, actually. But that didn't matter anymore, because he was dead. And you had killed Gamzee. And everything was how it should be.
Except you were still crying and you couldn't, you just couldn't. You can't deal with this.
You hear the dull thud of a body falling to its knees. You know that neither of the spectators can see what's happening, but Terezi... it must smell absolutely awful.
They were matesprits, oh gog. That was so much worse than this. This... unrequited moirallegiance.
"It smells like death," Sollux notes.
"You don't even know," chokes Terezi, and you hear her sob.
It is all quite tragic.
All of it.
Everyone's lusus died, and now there isn't even a chance for romance? Tsk tsk.
AN: OH MY. This is just awful and I broke the rules BLUH BLUH BLUH wrote after midnight BLUH BLUH.