The mutant blood growled as he saw the writing on the walls. He raised his sickle in defense as he continued to traverse the multicolored halls. Multicolored, bloodied halls to be correct. The only thing he could hear at that moment were the muffled honks of his moirail and few soft mews every once in a while. He stopped for a brief second to listen. The mews didn't just seem like mews anymore, they felt like something different, cries? No, of course not that's a stupid they weren't cries, they couldn't be. As he continued to walk, they became louder the honking and the noise he at first thought was mews. As he reached a door, he prepared for the worst. He once again raised his sickle and pushed open the door as slowly and carefully as possible. He breathed in a sigh of relief, due to the fact no one had attacked him… yet. Focusing himself in on the room, he could sense something was off. Splatters of blue and olive blood covered the walls and floors, Equius and Nepeta's blood he could tell on closer look. Again, this time from the corner of the room, he could hear the mews- no, the cries softly escaping the females troll mouth, and the longer he stood there the weaker they seemed.

This was stupid, he couldn't stay here; he had to go save all the other fuckasses he called his friends, but the cries were overtaking him; maybe he could stay for just a minute? Yes, of course he could, he was the leader, and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. He quietly tiptoed over the small, catlike troll and crouched down next to her, placing his sickle to the side. She was covered in blood, he skull partly smashed, slowly bleeding out. He couldn't say anything; he couldn't force himself to say anything. He carefully pushed her hair off of her face and wiped the blood on his pants, holding back tears as she weakly whispered his name. He shouldn't have stayed, this was so stupid. He could see the life slowly fading from her and he lifted her into his arms and rocked her back and forth whispering over and over, it'll be okay, I promise you, everything will be okay. That was the least comfort he could give at the moment, although he knew it wouldn't be the least bit okay in the end. He brought her closer to his chest, there was one more thing he could try to do, but if anyone fucking mentioned it again, he swore he would kill them. He took a deep breath and began to hum, and after a few seconds started to sing, his voice cracking as he tried to hold back tears.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy when skies are grey…

He couldn't believe what he was doing, he barely liked the girl, but he knew he should do what was right, give her the thing she wanted most, make her OTP canon.

You'll never know dear,

How much I love you…

He couldn't do this anymore. That was the thing, he didn't really love her. The room was dead silent for a minute; 47 seconds actually, he had counted. The olive blood's soft voice began to sing back, so weak, but still able to manage.

So please don't take my sunshine…

She took what would be her final breath.

Away.

Karkat Vantas, holding the dead body of one, Nepeta Leijon. The troll who had loved him and only him all along. He was the stupid one; he could never even try to be nice to her until now. She was always just that autistic cat girl to him. He let a single tear spill over his eyelid as he pressed his lips to the forehead of her lifeless body, and continued on the hunt for his moirail.