Karkat sat in his usual place. One of the computers in the monochromatic hell hole they'd been stuck in for days. The poor lighting of the lab taunted him, outlining his scrawny figure. He was a horrible leader. The boy he wanted to start a kismesis with would never feel the same. He had no matesprit. The only moirail he had was that stupid fucking clown. He had plenty of people in his ashen quadrant, like that was useful. His life sucked. He got up from the uncomfortable chair he'd been sitting in non-stop.

"Hey best motherfucking friend."

"Gamzee, I don't feel like talking right now."

"Oh, sorry bro."

He continued his walk towards the transportalizer. He was done.

"Hey KK."

"Goodbye Sollux"

Karkat didn't stop.

"KK?"

He finally reach his destination. Once he was in the main hallway he made way towards his private quarters. The room was completely bare. He hadn't been in it until now. He equipped his sickle. The smooth red surface was inviting. He ran a finger against the blade. A stream of red spurted from his finger. What a sickening color. He held the sickle close to his neck.

SSSHRK.

Gamzee and Sollux appeared in the room. Their voices seemed distant.

"KARKAT!" Simultaneous shouts.

The room darkened. It was cold.

So cold.