Clutching his head and curled up tightly, Tavros Nitram weighed out his options.

I could, uh, probably just, pretend I never saw her, maybe,

But, that would be, morally wrong, and, it's fairly obvious that, you're responsible,

Then, I guess, maybe, uh, take her body, and, say, uh, that, there was an accident,

I somehow, don't think that, that would work,

He let out a deep sigh. Rufio was right. He'd have to think of something. But until he did, he'd have to stay here... by her.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been curled up there, shaking and whimpering. Every time he glanced up it seemed that her body had twitched, or moved slightly. He'd have to get up, have to get out, before it drove him mad.

It wasn't until the distant sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears did his body come to life. He absolutely could not afford to be found here. After scrabbling and slipping a few times, he stumbled away as quietly as he could manage on his robo-legs and squeezed himself into a narrow gap between two large pipes. He cursed his stupidly sized horns for cutting off his movement and tried to see who was approaching.

Slowly the tall, thin frame of Gamzee Makara made its way into view. He let out a sigh. It was only Gamzee. Perhaps his best bro would understand and help him out; the juggalo was usually pretty chill about most things.

He's, going to think that, you're crazy,

Uh, do you, really think so, uh, I mean, it's Gamzee,,,

You're, kind of, covered in blood, and you've made, a pretty bad mess of her,,,

Oh,

He slowly started to squeeze himself back out, before something stopped him. A chilling laughter was ringing through the hallway, cutting him to his core, leaving an icy emptiness in his chest. He turned his vision to Gamzee, who was hunched over Vriska's body, holding her face in his hands as a vulture would hold fresh meat in its talons. Tavros froze and watched him. Something was... wrong with Gamzee. His face paint was smudged and the smile on his face was far from the relaxed grin the poor Taurus was used to. It stretched way too far across his face and bared too many teeth for comfort.

Too many of those sharp, pointed fangs.

He froze as a gruesome sound tore through him.

Gamzee's nails were digging, cutting, into Vriska's throat, shredding through her flesh roughly, muscle tearing noisily. His claws worked themselves deeper, thick blue blood oozing out between his fingers, staining his skin. It took all of Tavros' self control not to throw up on spot, gagging as he heard the bone being scraped clean.

This is not Gamzee,

This is not my Gamzee,

This is not the Gamzee I know,

This is not my best bro,

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crunching sound. He couldn't even turn away as Gamzee messily parted the poor girls head from her neck. It wasn't until the juggalo wandered off, honking eerily and dragging his blood-stained hand along the wall, with the Scorpio's head swinging from his fist like some grim toy.

Tavros collapsed out of the gap and promptly emptied anything left in his stomach, and continued to retch even after there was nothing left.