It's too late.
That's all I can think as I search the enormous meteor for the others. I scurry up and down halls as fast as I can, looking for any sign that I was close. Another room, another failure. I desperately call for them, my voice cracking. They have to be here somewhere. Somewhere... Yet another empty room. I slam the door shut and move on, pleading for them to come. I have to be with my friends.
I hear a quiet call for help. Terezi? Oh gog. I sprint towards her voice. She's here she's here. She-
My heart skips a beat. The beast has her in its grasp.
It's easy to see that they had fought. The blind girl is beaten to a pulp, her cane snapped in two and carelessly thrown to the side. Noir smiles a toothy grin of a snarl at me as he stabs her in the chest before my very eyes.
It's not like in the movies when a person dies. There is no final words, no piercing shriek that will haunt my nightmares. She doesn't look surprised or accepting of her death. No, here in the real world, all that happens is a moment of fear, a gasp of pain, and her body goes limp. No love confessions, no meaningful glances in my direction. Nothing. That's all there is: nothing.
Noir releases Terezi and bares his teeth at me. But I don't want to fight. In a movie, the protagonist would spring up and fight harder than ever before, but that's not how it works, not really. I fall to my knees, grief overwhelming me. She's gone. She's gone, and she's never coming back.
I'll never get to tell her about my feelings for her, never get to yell at her for licking me and secretly liking it, never get to tuck her into a pile on the occasion she falls asleep without intending to. I'll never see that Cheshire grin of her's that makes my knees weak, never watch her roleplay and occasionally join in. I'll never get to see the girl that I care about the most ever again.
I look up to see Jack Noir looming over me. He runs his tongue over his teeth and raises his knife.
I whimper.