FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT THIS!
You walked up to the door, sighing as you opened it, looking at the two cops. You sighed, rubbing your eyes.
"Look, if you're here to see my roommate again, he's somewhere else."
"Um, it depends, is he Karkat Vantas?" You froze, your name recognizing to your ears.
"No, that's me." You looked up, blinking as you slid your feet behind the door.
"Well, can we come in and talk to you?" You nodded, opening the door and letting them in, quietly walking over and sitting on the couch, curling up in your roommates oversized jacket.
"So, did you know anyone by the following names: Aradia Megido, Tavros Nitram, Feferi Peixis, Kanaya Maryam, or Nepeta Leijon?" You shook your head, obviously lying. Hell, you already had plans to go over to another person's house.
"Well Dave, he doesn't know, I think that means he isn't our suspect." You knew it, you FUCKING KNEW IT!
"Now John, that doesn't mean he isn't our suspect for sure, I mean, there are his receipts over at that shoe place. For size four DCs."
"Hey, I can explain." You retorted, looking at them.
"Then explain."
"Look, my nephew, he's really into DC shoes, so I bought some for him, he happens to be a size four, okay?"
"Well, that clears everything up, I guess we're done here." John stood up, leaving, Dave sighed and followed. You watched them as they left. After a few minutes, your roommate came from the kitchen, smiling.
"Hey Karbro, was someone here?"
"No." You lied again, you were good at lying.
"Okay." He left, if only he knew.
You smiled, hearing the screaming of the woman who's house you've entered. You stabbed her in the chest, watching her fall. She looked up at you, coughing up blood as you slit her throat. You smiled slightly as she started to bleed out. You decided what note to put. Maybe about how she always told lies. So many fucking lies. You grabbed her tongue, cutting it out of her mouth before walking to her open laptop, setting it on the keyboard before writing a note, smiling happily. You looked over at her before you went back to her body, stabbing her right eye before leaving. You knew the bitch deserved it. She's always deserved it.
Vriska Serket, missing her tongue, her right eye, and she's been stabbed in the chest. You were worried about John, he knew her closely. His ex girlfriend. She told him that she hoped he would never see her again as long as she lived. Well, it's true now, oh the irony.
"So, she's got her tongue on the keyboard of her laptop, and there's the note, goddammit." You picked it up, sighing. "'Some liars speak lies, other liars type them, the most powerful liars speak and type it.' Wow that's fucking poetic." You looked over at John, who was just looking around. "John?"
"She still has that photo of us in college."
"JOHNATHAN MATHEW EGBERT!"
"Huh?"
"Focus on the fucking case!"
"Sorry! Jeez!" You rolled your eyes, sighing. You looked over the body as it was picked up and put in a body bag, all that was on the floor that remained was her blood print on the floor. You sighed, pushing your shades up and walking off, John followed.
"Hey Dave?"
"What?"
"Do you think Vriska still cared about me?"
"I don't know dude, she sort of kicked you out and you lived with me until you got back on your feet."
"I know."
"But maybe she was. Who knows what she's thinking."
"Yeah."
"Yeah." You looked away, it was obvious he didn't like thinking about it.
"You know Dave, I hope you have better luck with Terezi than I did with Vriska."
"Thanks John, and I hope you find someone for you."
"Thanks."
"No problem."