Author's note:

One, I would like to receive some constructive criticism. I'm not some whiney bitch who is going to gore you through the chest for giving me advice so fire away. Two, I don't do tentabulges. If you were expecting some then I am sorry to disappoint. Three, I don't care whether or not you like this couple and I can't be expected to give a shit if you cry about it.

Yes. There will be sex.

I-It's over. Sh-She's f-finally gone…

Nothing seemed real anymore. His world was spinning and all around him colors were blending together as one in a grim debacle of what had once been reality. Cerulean ribbons slowly made their way to the threshold of his coherent vision, where they fell into a deep abyss of black; Vriska's blood was pouring over the edge of the platform into god only knew where. And Vriska herself...she would have appeared to have been sleeping if not for the fact that the lance he had used to end her life still stood embedded in the body—a grim testimony to his victory.

Tavros gripped the handle of his weapon. As much as he hated to remove it, he could not leave his lance to rot with Vriska.

"Vriska… I…" he started.

What could he say? She was dead. He had killed her. There was nothing more to tell.

"I wish I… I…I don't r-really know what I wish… I'm just really sorry it had to be like this."

He gave a mighty tug and the lance came free along with a terrifying spurt of blood that sent Tavros stumbling back, squeaking in fear…but not before a few drops of light blue splattered diagonally across his face.

At that moment he could bear it no longer. Tavros let the tears go. And before he knew it, he found himself falling onto his knees, bawling, and furiously rubbing his face in an attempt to remove the blood that stained him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he shrieked at no one in particular, "I didn't want to! I'm sorry!"

His voice echoed back at him from the emptiness, succeeding in adding more guilt to his already heavy burden. Was this really what it was like to kill someone? Vriska had always boasted about how she was able to brush off any remorse she felt over murdering other trolls. She made it seem so simple to take the life of another, as if it was nothing more than a stubbed toe that went away after a few momentary throbs of pain. But now all Tavros could feel was an overwhelming weight sitting on his heart. As horrible as Vriska had been and as much as she may have deserved to die, Tavros still felt as though he had committed the vilest of crimes.

An hour passed before he was finally able to pick himself up off of the ground. Tiny sniffles continued to wrack his breathing as he carefully made his way back down the stairs.

I have to t-tell them... But, what are they going to think? That I've gone i-insane? No, that's j-just not true! They'll understand! Th-they have to.

It was going to be a long trek back to the gathering place and Tavros knew for a fact that his thoughts would continue to torment him the entire trip. The darkness of the hallways he would have to travel through definitely wouldn't help matters. There would be nothing to distract his mind. Nothing but an endless blackness lay ahead. How enjoyable. Tavros couldn't help but yearn for Tinkerbull's company at that moment. His lusus would have had comforting words to say to him, maybe even be able to convince him that his actions had been justified. Tinkerbull… Tavros could feel the tears swelling again.

Soon, on his way down the first hallway, he was able to push the tears back with a more light-hearted thought. Even if the others shunned him for this, there was one troll who would stay by hisside: Gamzee. Gamzee would never abandon him. Yes, of course. He still had Gamzee when all was said and done.

"Hey Tav, just cause you all up and got your murder on doesn't mean I'll be motherfuckin leaving a brother anytime soon."

That sounded like something Gamzee would say, Tavros giggled to himself. He'd probably even be offered some Faygo to help him calm down from the whole ordeal.

Tavros felt a little flutter in his stomach and every step just seemed that much easier. After a minute or two, he even began to sing aloud to distract himself, knowing that no one could hear how horrid the sound was this far from the meeting room. Besides, singing made him feel almost a bit happy that Vriska was gone. No one was around to pop out of nowhere and make him feel horrible for even daring to raise his voice to a musical beat. He practically skipped along to the tune of the Pupa Pan theme, giggling all the way until he suddenly was forced to stop.

Tavros froze—a cat who had just heard the baying of a pit-bull. A shiver rippled through his small frame when the realization of what he had heard in the background of his singing sank in.

Someone had been humming along with him.

No… No. NononononoNO! How many horror movies had utilized this very scenario?! Vriska was back from the dead. She had dragged her zombified body down the stairs after him and was now preparing to pounce on him and rip out his jugular vein! No. Vriska was a vengeful one even in life and ghosts were one hundred times more vengeful in death. She wouldn't kill him quickly. She would drag it out more than that! He was going to die slowly and-

And that didn't make a lick of sense.

Tavros regained his composure with a sigh. He must have been going insane after all. The stress was driving him off the deep end and now he was hearing things. With another heavy sigh he started towards the gathering room once more.

He had not gone more than a few paces before another noise met his ears, causing them to perk up in a mixture of joy and relief.

From far behind Tavros, in the furthest reaches of the corridor, came a very faint, "Honk."

"Gamzee!" Tavros laughed, excitedly doing an immediate about face towards the length of hallway he had just emerged from, "I-it's, uh, you! Uh, what are you d-doing down here? I th-thought K-Karkat wanted all of us to stay in the gathering place. I mean, I know I left b-but-"

"Honk."

Gosh. That honk sounded even further away, like Gamzee was heading in the direction opposite of Tavros.

Confused, Tavros squinted into the darkness. He wasn't the best troll when it came to seeing in the dark, he was ashamed to admit. On a typical night, he usually could only make out what lay barely six feet ahead of him. In this sort of blackness his vision was even more limited.

He cleared his throat before calling out tentatively to his friend, "H-hey. G-Gamzee? Where are you going? What, uh, are you doing?"

This time there was no answer and Tavros felt his stomach plummet. He had hoped that Gamzee would join him. If there was anyone he wanted to admit his recent actions to first it was definitely Gamzee, but now it seemed his friend had better things to do than comfort a whiny little brownblood.

Tavros looked down in sadness. If Gamzee went far enough down that path he would undoubtedly find Vriska's body and, having heard Tavros in the hallway not that far from the scene, he would put two and two together.

Tavros turned away. It couldn't possibly be that much further. He wouldn't have to suffer in silence much longer.

"Gamzee. P-please don't be mad at m-me. I thought I had to. I did w-what I thought was…right."

"Didn't we all MOTHERFUCKER?!"

Note:

I didn't really want to divide this into chapters at first, but Janie advised me to so I'll listen. Hopefully I can finish up the second half of this pretty soon so you aren't left hanging with no smut. GamTav is my OTP so you'll definitely see more of these two from me.