A/N: TP: This is my first fanfic here, on this site. I implore you take it easy on me, but suggestions and other forms of positive criticism is more than accepted.


You know, you're really tired of having to deal with everyone's hoofbeast shit. You're really tired of having to deal with your own hoofbeast shit, honestly. It's not like these shitstains need you. Terezi could lead, like she was supposed to in the first place, until you fucked it up. You fuck everything up, really. Why are you even here? Why do you even bother living anymore? You should just cull yourself.

Which, is what you've been trying to do since you realized you're a complete waste of space and should have been culled the moment you were hatched. But, guess what? Other than being a shitty leader/moirail/friend, you're a complete coward and can't do more than simply swipe your wrist with a sickle and leave scars.

Your friends always joke with you, telling you to not be your own kismesis. They don't know what you do to yourself, though, and you'd like to keep it that way. At least, until you can finally go all the way.

You yell back a retort at Vriska, but it lacks the usual platonic hatred that used to bubble inside of you. It's not lacking enough for anyone else to notice, or so you thought. Sollux turns in his computer chair, facing in your general direction and raising a brow at what you can only guess is your tone. His sightless eyes are the thing that catch your attention, and all you can do is hate yourself more. This time, Vriska is screaming back at you, but you hardly take notice. You're too tired to fake it anymore, so you just leave without so much as a warning.

Sollux's blindness is your fault, you tell yourself, and it's that final push you needed, the final push for you to actually do it.

Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you are going to kill yourself.