Chapter Three
== ?
You are kind of perplexed at the moment. You are not sure whether you are awake or asleep. But the colors are back. And their amounts are even more copious. You can't help but smile. You missed the pretty colors. Although, red is quite nice on its own as well.
And then you notice – there is no red amongst these colors. Why? You are now even more confused than before.
You do not have time to process your confusion though, because you are now moving. Oh yeah. Weren't there arms holding you up? Yes! You remembered. You smile again. You like these colorful arms carrying you, even if you do not fully understand why.
They move you through a maze of color-speckled white. You absentmindedly acknowledge that these are walls. Whose house are you in? Are you even in a house? The answers to these questions are not important. The kaleidoscope of various colors surrounding you, distract you from further inner interrogation. They twist and dance in your vision. Your wide eyes try to follow the patterns, but it hurts too much to do so. So you stop.
Your body suddenly comes to a halt and you do not understand why you are no longer moving. You're lifted higher and higher, and there is a face in front of yours.
You blink. Finally – you remember what that was.
When you open your eyes again, you recognize the face.
"Gam…" you breathe.
The face smiles adoringly at you. The face leans closer. The face kisses you. You kiss back because you like it. You like it a lot. Maybe even more than the pretty colors.
The kiss ends and you start breathing harder because you didn't want it to. But you're suddenly shooshed and you calm down.
"Things are gonna be okay, Karbro," you hear. And you believe it.
And then you're moving again. Wait. Where did the colors go? Everything is just white. You don't like it. White is not a pretty color. Before you can start panicking again, you remember the recent words mirthfully spoken to you.
Things are gonna be okay.
== BE THE GUY WITH BLOOD ON HIS CHEEK
You are now Dave Strider and you dread speaking. But you do anyways. For Karkat.
"He can't know," you silently croak. You're now starring into the eyes of the man you platonically hate. You wish you had your shades, but you don't remember what happened to them or if you even wore them today.
Gamzee nods robotically. You know he understands and agrees though. Because if there is one thing you two have in common, it is the importance the smaller man between you bears.
"It'll hurt him," you continue without meaning to. Your face and voice falter and contort into pain at the mere thought.
"He won't know," Gamzee says with finality. His hand moves back to Karkat's head and you make it a point to ignore it.
== BE NOT DAVE OR KARKAT
You are now Gamzee Makara. And you have a plan. Unfortunately, this plan includes motherfucking Strider. Not because you want it to.
You need to leave this mess. You all need to leave.
You know exactly where to go, too.
== BE THE AUTHORS
You are now the two very confusing authors and you both realize that your readers are most likely completely lost as to what in the actual fuck is going on. You decide not to necessarily explain why or how or when or where. For now, at least. But there is one vital piece of information that you two believe your audience rightfully deserves to know.
Karkat Vantas is a murderer.
