Honk...Honk...Honk...
The sound of the Highblood troll echoed throughout the room. The room. What once was a slate grey was now covered in colours from Maroon to Blue. The troll himself was covered in the blood of his comerades. The sound of a familiar voice, a low blood voice, spoke from behind.
"HEY GAMZEE. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THIS. WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO YOU. WHAT HAVE WE DONE?" The mutant blood stood there, his sickle coated in a layer of purple blood.
Gamzee merely laughed, but not his usual laugh. This laugh was deeper, more deadly. He took a step towards Karkat, taking his time to whipe a layer of blue blood off on the body of the dead Nepeta.
"What have YOU done? What have YOU DONE? I'll TELL you what YOU'VE DONE. YOU'VE DISRESPECTED ME FOR THE LAST TIME, MOTHERFUCKER! For the LAST TIME!" With that, Gamzee leapt forward his clubs in hand, swinging at the Mutant Blood.
Karkat moved to the side, tripping over the body of the dead Kanaya, falling to the ground. He scurried backwards, flinging his sickle in front of his face in an attempt to save himself. He tried to scurry faster as the insane troll grew closer, but he found himself pushed up against the wall. To his right, another wall, to his left, a hole the size of a minivan. He wouldn't dare try to go forward. He would just be in the path of Gamzee. He was trapped. He closed his eyes, knowing this was the end of his already miserable life. He could feel the heat of the troll lingering above him, knowing he could do no more to protect himself. And then, he felt it. Not the feeling of a club hitting his flesh, but the body of Gamzee laying across his legs. He opened his eyes to find the dead body of Gamzee, bleeding, with an arrow in the left side of his body. Karkat looked up, to find the large blue-blooded troll standing across the room, weilding a bow with no arrow. The arrow was inside Gamzee.
"E-EQUIUS...YOU KILLED HIM."
"He killed Nepeta. Just because I'm a b100 b100d doesn't mean I need to respect him."
Equius walked over, stretching out a hand to help. Karkat took his hand, rising to his feet. Together, they looked around the room. The body of Nepeta lay in the middle of the room. Aradia and Sollux layed in a clump near the exit, while Tavros, Vriska and Terezi occupied a pile of Teal, Blue and Brown blood across the room. The bodies of Eridan and Feferi lay together, hand in hand, on top of the horn pile, while Kanaya rested by the feet of Karkat. The two trolls looked at each other and, without words, began to clean up the mess of their former comrades. Equius spent more time than needed, carrying the body of his moirail, grieving, mourning, crying.