For once, I dreamt. I remember that my dream self on Prospit was fucked, so I guessed this was the alternative. Not the next best thing, though.
I was standing on a platform, arms raised into the air by ropes. My eyes focused on a large crowd of trolls that gathered around the platform. I blinked, confused. What was going on? Everyone in the crowd had faces of stone, looking at me with resentment and fear in their eyes. No one looked happy at all. Or sad for that matter.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I craned my neck to see everyone else from the session, from Aradia to Feferi.
My face literally lit up, an unfamiliar smile twitching onto my face.
"Guys where have you all fucking been-" I hesitated, and looked closer. They were all dead. The thought alone had scared me, but now the realization shook me.
"Guys…" I began again, and then choked, a metallic tingle filling my mouth. I had been stabbed. I whirled around to figure out who had done so, when a coupling pain emerged from my abdomen.
My gaze fell on Aradia and Tavros, who had passed me. Their faces where grim, angry and soulless.
They had stabbed me. But why? I turned just in time to feel something jab me under the ribs with precision, making me cry out. The pain kept coming, antagonizing and long. Blood pooled in my mouth, sneaking from the corners of my lips as I hung there. My blood stained the ground for all to see what happened to those who weren't like the rest.
I felt a soft tap on my shoulder, and looked up slowly.
Gamzee stood there, a lenient smile on his face. He was standing in his swaggery way, looking inviting.
"Gamzee?" I asked with a sliver of hope tinting my tone.
Metal pressed into my neck. It was thick and heavy, making me shiver.
"You killed us all, Karkat." Gamzee said with his raspy voice, "You did. This is why you shouldn't be a motherfucking leader, mutant."
"But- Don't fucking do this! You can't! Moirails forever-"
"Not with someone like you. Motherfucking never. Who would with the worst leader and friend out there?"
There was no time to protest. The axe that had threatened to burst my arteries swung back, and swung forwards. It sliced through my skin, my muscles, my veins, my life.
I was delved into the darkness once more. But this was a different darkness. One that reeked of death and doom.
Oh wow, this chapter sucked balls. Well... There's going to be one more chapter, unless I can't bring myself to put out some closure and go, "One more chapter..." For like 10 more chapters. So, please tell me if there's anything I could improve in the last chapter of the story in context, and make sure you follow until the end of the story!
Adieu!
-Puffin
