A/N: Wow! Hi! It's been ages since I submitted anything here. I'm kind of ashamed to admit that. Hahaha…. Well, anyway, this was written a long time ago—sometime in May of 2011, but I think I'll share it here too. (I didn't know there was finally a section for Homestuck….) This was my first HSfanfic so please be kind to me!
(Inspired by a Zingled chat with AntenOz. The Sufferer is roleplayed by AntenOz and Karkat is myself. The chat has been very minimally edited to make the story flow better, but this was a completely spontaneous and unplanned roleplay.)
It was all over.
At least, to Karkat it was all over. Everyone he knew was dead, and he was the only one left, sitting in a corner, clutching at his sickle and shivering. There was blood all over the place, and most of it wasn't his. But that didn't mean he hadn't bled. He had, and Gamzee had been so humored by it. ("So my best motherfucking friend is a mutant, huh? That's real fucking funny.")
But it didn't matter what color his blood was now, because everyone was gone, and he was the only one left.