Your name is John Egbert, and the woman/troll thingy you love is is dead before your very eyes, which are in the process of being cried out.
Dying from a literal stab in the back by her ex-best friend probably wasn't the best for her, you think as you cradle her body in your arms. Tears drop from your face onto the corpse, and the childish side of you thinks that maybe it'll bring her back.
But no, that wasn't possible. She was dead, gone, bye bye, but that didn't matter to you at the moment. Cerulean blood has been spilt all over your hands, her god tier clothes, and the floor around you, and that is certainly not helping either of your conditions.
Why is she gone, you wonder. Why did she have to die so young? Why was it her best friend who killed her and left her here to die alone?!
It was awful. Completely, terribly awful. You-you couldn't deal with this... You remove your shuddering frame from Vriska's body as you gaze solemnly at what used to be bright, vivid blue eyes.
You were going to talk to Terezi, possibly beat the shit out of her. You bit your lip and exited the god-forsaken room, not before a few stray sobs make their way to your lips.
To say your pissed, angry, sad, or anything of the like would be a huge underestimation. You are a mixture of all three, times what feels like a hundred or so.
Nobody could stop you now. Your eyes caught Terezi's unseeing ones and you just lost it, oh god you're lunging at her, grabbing at her throat, kicking, clawing, punching away at the blind Libra.
"John what the-" she tries to say as you jump on her. "You-y-" You're incapable of continuing, as a loud cry of angst and anger makes its way out of your throat.
To your surprise, she doesn't fight back. She just sits there, halfheartedly blocking the worst of your blows.
And that's when hands are gripping at your shoulders, shaking you out of your angered daze, pulling you off of the red-eyed troll. These mysterious hands abruptly turn you around, and you're faced with the pale sunglasses-clad face of the one and only Dave Strider.
Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. Strider just walked in on you beating the fuck out of his annoying murderer of a girlfriend. "What the fuck are you doing dude?" The cool kid asks softly, voice breaking slightly.
"Dave how the fucking fuck would you feel if-" You hiccup and years begin welling in your eyes "how would you feel if Vriska stabbed Terezi in the back? Literally, mind you." You say quietly, staring through your friend's dark aviators.
"What the-Terezi what did you do?!" A moment of silence passed before Terezi spoke. "I was doing my job... Justice was served.." She did look a slightly guilty, but not enough for John to even go close to forgiving her.
Dave's façade was broken right then and there. "Terezi god fucking DAMMIT killing somebody is not how justice is served! It's a crime in itself! You broke Egderp's heart, and that is not going to go unnoticed!" He shouted.
"Maybe I should just fucking join John in beating the fuck out of you..!" You had almost completely tuned out by now, asking yourself why it had to be her.
"I love her" you blurt out, cutting both Terezi and Dave off. "You killed the person I was in fucking love with you teal blooded bastard."
More yelling, consisting mainly of "YOU FUCKING MURDERED HER" and "WHY DID YOU DO IT?!"
It was quite a while until Tavros barged in on the whole situation and told you all to get some sleep. He looked fairly shaken as well, but not nearly as much as you were.
Your sleep was filled with nightmares, most of Vriska's eyes fading and her falling to the ground, blood pouring out of a hole in her chest.
You knew it was too good to be true.
You'd like to say that you were never really the same again.