My fingers drummed repetitively on my whirring husktop. The late night darkness beat down on the windows and crept into the room like thousands of tiny hands. I realised what I was unintentionally doing, and stopped. I stood up from my desk, stretched, and sprawled out on my floor.
Why me? Why was I trusted with the burden of the universe? I'm the lowest blood tier - I'm useless, I'll fuck everything up. It's not like any of the others actually trust me as team leader. Eridan is just waiting to show me up with his shitty science stick and that fucking Serket bitch would giggle till she died of laughing at the slightest slip; before reviving because she's the only fucking god tier around.
Horrible thoughts bombarded me like little grubs trying to suck my blood.
I could see it now; everybody, laughing, shouting, pointing, at me.
"D- Good one, Vantas."
"You fucking moron! You 8lew everything!"
"Wwhy did evverybody choose you ovver someone wwho wwasn't such a fucking scumbag!"
A familiar tone broke out of my husktop, causing me to jerk awake. I shook my head and quickly scolded myself for drifting off.
"Can't sleep, remember. I'm still the leader."
I scrambled over to the desk and sat awkwardly on my beanie chair. Hurriedly, I opened chat to find out who caused the notification.
- gallowsCallibrator [GC] began trolling carcioGenecist [CG] -
[GC]: K4RK4T, C0ULD Y0U... C0M3 0V3R T0 MY R00M PL34S3?
[GC]: S0RRY 1F TH1S 1S SUDD3N, 1 JUST... W4NN4 T4LK, 0K4Y?
[GC]: Y0U TH3R3?
[GC]: K4RK4T? H3LL0?
[GC]: 0K4Y. S0RRY T0 B0TH3R Y0U. D01NG IMP0RT4NT L34D3R STUFF, RIGHT?
[GC]: BY3 TH3N.
- gallowsCallibrator [GC] ceased trolling carcioGenecist [CG] -
- carcioGenecist [CG] began trolling gallowsCallibrator [GC] -
[CG]: FUCK.
[CG]: TEREZI, COME BACK.
[CG]: OKAY FUCK FINE I'LL COME OVER FUCK SORRY.
[CG]: ILL BE THERE IN FIVE OKAY.
[CG]: BYE
- carcioGenecist [CG] ceased trolling gallowsCallibrator [GC] -
- carcioGenecist [CG] began trolling gallowsCallibrator [GC] -
[CG]: SORRY *heart*
- carcioGenecist [CG] ceased trolling gallowsCallibrator [GC] -
Fuck. The only person on this flying pile of shit and cockfests I don't hate and I blanked her.
Grabbing my fucking useless encryption sylladex, I thoughtlessly threw myself off of my chair and slammed my husktop shut. Without wasting a second, I reeled around and bolted out of the door and down the halls. This place was so dead and clinical. As I ran down into the meteor's endless stomach the walls seemed to suck the life from me, and make me feel so small and cold.
Within dragging minutes I had passed through the control room, weakly shoved everyone in the control room, and pathetically pounced on the main transportalizer in the control room. As it dutifully charged up, people tried to pull me into conversation - but I had better things to do.
"Karkat, Where Have You Been. We Can't Find Gamzee And You're His Morail Right. We Need To Make Sure He Isn't Going To Start Killing Again."
I remained silent. The pad below me grew warm and began to glow. Everybody stared at me as I stood.
"You iidiiot. 2top beiing 2o 2tupiid. 2ome fuckiing leader you are."
The humming pad flashed brilliantly before the room I was in seemed to transform. I didn't care about them anyway. Fuck Sollux. All those shitstains do is drag me down. I don't need them - it's not unlikely that our team of mentally unstable escapees and murderers wouldn't soon tear itself apart and end up rotting in puddles of festering guts, blood, and Faygo. Not like my involvement would make hell of a fucking difference.
This new room was huge, and contained huge glass chambers and complex ectobiology equipment. I ran down the nearest hallway, hoping I'd end up where I needed to be.
Suddenly, my hairs stood on end. I stopped.
From down a nearby hall, I could hear somebody... Muttering? Was somebody talking to themselves?
It must've been that fucking tool of a clown conspiring to murder us all.
I crouched down and slowly made my way to the sound - it didn't seem to get any clearer or louder. Sticking tight to the wall, I slowly drew my crabsickle from my strife specibi.
I could kill him right now and save a whole lotta trouble.
But could I?
He was my best friend, after all... Even if he was high on slime most of the time.
As I traversed the never ending hallways, the sound began to grow louder. I could hear footsteps and... sniveling?
Highbloods have feelings? That made me chuckle. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. My echeladder level would soar up for killing him - and no doubt everybody would finally show a little fucking respect.
I had entirely forgotten my reason to come here.
I stuck to the larger shadows as I gained ground on my prey. The void of darkness inhabiting the unexplored areas cloaked my pale grey skin perfectly. Suddenly, I slipped.
The huge bang of nook hitting floor resounded and down the corridors. The sounds stopped, before turning into the sound of foot heavily hitting floor. I'd been noticed and he had run away. But why would he be scared of ANY of us? I tried to get up, but my hand slipped on something wet and warm.
Ugh fuck; one of Equius' fucking sweat towels. That kiss-ass moron goes through them like Gamzee goes through fucking slime pies.
Quickly throwing the disgusting towel away, I turned to the fading running noises.
I re-equipped my crabsickle and followed as best as I could.
After a few minutes of chasing a shadow down the unchanging corridors, I heard a metallic slam. A door?
Wait... This is where I had begun - the labs.
The sound had come from the furthest corridor. I stopped and looked at the ground. Faint sweaty footprints lead over the lab floor and into the other hallway. My curiosity piqued and I followed the trail. Since when would a clown have feet so... small?
My own feet began to sweat as the tension rose. The place was eerily quiet and I wasn't sure if I was ready to carry this out. As much as I happen to be a born instinctive killer, this situation had me shaking like Tavros when somebody says Vriska.
