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Karkat was the first to wake as he woke with a mad hunger for leftover food.
Before he met the humans and was forced to live with them, he didn't think about eating anything old. In his world, the fresher the food of the hunt, the better. But after discovering the wonder in leftover food, he had something wondrous to look forward to every morning and everyday.
Karkat smiled sheepishly as he imagined the leftover pizza sliding slowly into his mouth and taking that first gorgeous bite into the tomato-y cheese gooiness- all in the moment he went downstairs. So not suppressing himself any further, he got himself up and cleaned off the goo hanging on his clothing rather quickly. He patted the excess green slime on his chin with a small towel he always had nearby. After putting it away back into his sylladex, he took off his clothing to change into another pair of the same exact clothing he was wearing- by his bedside. The usual black long sleeved shirt and grey pants. He was a simple troll who lived by simple means. Even though he would comply to wear other things that Kanaya and Rose would make for him. But since we just crashing at Dave's house, what he wore didn't matter.
He had slept in his troll bed which was a spare in his sylladex. He did sometimes sleep in human beds and couches, but since the chemistry in his skin was different, he needed to give his skin the necessary nutrients every now and then.
Karkat put his bed back in the sylladex as he put on the crab slippers he had by the door. He was going to wake Dave up, but still feeling the ultimate burns of his smack down in the game yesterday- he was thinking revenge by eating all the pizza slices. He would go further and eat the nachos too but he had pale feelings for Dave and didn't want to be that much of a prick.
"DAMN. HE DOESN'T DESERVE THOSE NACHOS. THOUGH BECAUSE HE WON SO HARD MAYBE BE DOES? AHH."
Karkat walked into Dave's room while still rubbing his eyes. After seeing Dave so into REM, he decided it best he'd wake up the kid when he was done with breakfast. Karkat shuffled quietly back into the hallway and went downstairs towards the kitchen. He didn't bother reheating the pizza as he took the whole tray out of the refrigerator and brought it to the living room. After setting the tray on the round wooden coffee table in front of the lilac sofa, and sat himself down, he prepared for the heavenly reunion of the pizza and his mouth. The moment of silent admiration was rather short as he stopped admiring the pizza and began wolfing them down one by one. He faintly wondered who this wonderful messiah had been, the inventor of the Pizza's. It struck Karkat odd why he hadn't bothered to bring up that question already, since it was of very important matters.
Karkat was eating the 7th slice before be halted. A flash of John's dorky face appeared before his eyes and disappeared.
John. He's a human too isn't he? He probably likes the Pizza. So I should save him some slices. Then again, he did not show up and thus didn't help me win at all. That dweeb. Did he answer actually?
Karkat took out his phone from his pant pocket as he saw a flashing tab with Johns name on it.
So he did. Let's see what your lame excuse was.
[John: hey! sorry about answering so lateee. i had...some things to damage control over here. hahahahaha...
um...anyways thanks for the invite. i'm sure i would have gone but...things happened. bluhhh. hopefully you got to beating Dave this time? dunk feature happens when you hold down r button and press "a" twice fast with finally the b button. it's a little hectic the first time you do it, but definitely keep at it. and um...just don't come over right now. like i'm actually going to say please. please don't come over right now. you can tell Dave that he can since he's god tier. and no i'm not being biased right now...i just...have something's to deal with the god tier people right now...yeah...anyways i do hope to see you soon! bye Karkat]
Karkat looked at the message and with that was like, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONLY GOD TIERS? I'D HAVE BEEN A GOD TIER TOO IF I COULD BUT I COULD NEVER GO TO SLEEP AND WHEN I FINALLY DID, EVERYTHING BROKE IN THE WORST WAY EVEN IMAGINABLE BY ABSOLUTE DIPSHITS. AND I FOUND OUT ALREADY ABOUT THE DUNKING FEATURE. WELL, AT LEAST YOU GAVE ENOUGH OF A SHIT TO REPLY BACK. THOUGH I'M TOTALLY COMING OVER RIGHT NOW JUST BECAUSE YOU SAID NOT TO."
With that, Karkat took off his slippers and went to put on his sneakers which were by the door. He left the door semi open to let Dave know he was going ahead. It was then when Karkat remembered to bring the last slice of pizza for John that he went back inside grumbling. He took out a plastic bag from the drawer and put that sucker right in. Now that he was back in the house, he decided he'd right a note to Dave. On Dave's refrigerator there was a eraser board and so Karkat scribbled with the red marker hanging beside it,
"JERK, MY BELOVED, WENT TO JOHN'S EARLY SINCE YOU'RE STILL OUT COLD LIKE A LIGHT BULB FOREVER BROKEN AND NEVER ABLE TO REACH WARMTH EVER EVER AGAIN. BYE.
P.S I ATE ALL THE PIZZA FOR REVENGE REASONS. DEAL WITH IT. BYE."
Karkat was tempted to erase the Bye again since he had already stated it but he was already going out the door and striding past the flamingo sculptures with perfect grace.
He was feeling all awesome for taking in good food and he had already decided that he'd take his drink at John's place since John owed him in someway- for never arriving.
The walk was only 15 minutes or so, as Karkat had wished at times he'd code a thing at the lab for a motorbike or something so he could travel terrain easier. It always miffed him how God Tier's could just float on to wherever they wanted. It was like walking was then an "extra" for them. But for Karkat, it was very much still the only and ideal way of getting to places.
Karkat mumbled under his breath, "WHY THE FUCK DID JADE MAKE SUCH A FUCKING BIG LAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THESE DWEEBS HOUSES? COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN A POND OR SOMETHING? IT'S TAKING ME SO LONG TO GET TO HIS HOUSE EVEN THOUGH I'VE BEEN STARING AT IT FOR ALL THIS TIME. SHIT. IT LIKE NEVER GETS SMALLER. IF ONLY...I COULD FLY. ALAS. FUCKINALASDAMMIT. AH FINALLY...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHATTTTTTTT?"
Karkat slowed his walking as he started to see the true detail of John's abode. Tree roots hung pathetically off the ground as the tree logs themselves were scattered like poor suckers all over the once beautifully cut grass. Patches of grass had been ripped, as it left a checker boarded mess of holes stretching for miles. The house didn't look any better.
Black soot colored the top rims of the windows. The windows themselves were smudged completely black and cracked. As he looked upwards, the roof was torn in half and many tiles were seemingly just not there. Karkat's heart speed up. For every second he kept examining the disaster, he couldn't contain his dreadful worry any longer. In the back of his mind he knew John was a God Tier. That he would be okay. But as his mind showed him, even though they were immortal in some sense, they could still get hurt and had to deal with it like everyone else. Karkat knew John never left the house after arriving in this new universe. Even when he woke up from the makeshift infirmary, he took to staying at his house. He never left it- not even once. No wait, he was wrong there. The only time he did leave, was during the first week he woke up and wanted to see all the work everyone had done in all the worlds. After that, John remained in his house never faltering to leave. So if John was still behaving like he usually did, that meant that John was still inside despite it all.
This froze Karkat's blood as he began to run very hard towards the house.
He began to text John while running, "JOHN! ARE YOU OKAY? JOHN!? YOU FUCKER ANSWER ME DAMMIT. DAMMIT!"
Karkat who had been zig zagging around the gaping holes in the ground, some that stretched far and wide and some small, had miscalculated when he hit the send button on his crab phone. His laces got stuck in a root that was above ground. As he pulled his left foot forward after hitting "send", he felt himself losing balance and began falling down. However, he had been about to jump over a hole at that very same instance and instead was descending into it instead. He didn't have time to scream as he fell right on through and hit the dirt pile below with a loud WHACK. He reeled his head back as he quickly placed his hand over his nose which was now profusely bleeding and dripping all over his shirt and pants.
"THIIIIIIIIIITTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HOLY MOTHER OF GLOB SHIT FRITS BEYOND ALL GLORY FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK."
He deeply cringed as he began to crouch forward in utter pain. He kept cursing really loudly as he grabbed onto the dirt for more support while nursing his newly demented nose. It didn't help to look mildly upwards to see that the hole he lovingly decided to fall into- was deep as fuck and he wouldn't be able to climb out. "Wouldn't" wasn't in his dictionary however, as he took his hand away from his nose, blood streamed downwards his chin and past towards his collar of his shirt, and made notion to climb the walls of the hole.
Despite his all present pain and the throbbing in his head, he was still vexed about John. He began to claw at the dirt mound and tried to stubbornly climb his way up. He made it halfway when his legs buckled and couldn't push forward. He found himself slipping downwards as he fiercely tried again to climb. Unfortunately, he lost balance and fell backwards into the dirt as he found himself cursing so loudly now that if a priest was even in the vicinity or if there were even still priests at all, he'd faint from the screeching.
Karkat was so frustrated with himself that he punched the sky very miserably.
It didn't even matter that the day was so fucking beautiful.
The blue sky was so crisp and deep it just elegantly and unfeelingly looked down upon him without a worry. Karkat stopped cursing as he brought up his sleeve back to his nose. He was still bleeding and was starting to feel lightheaded. That was when he heard a "Are you okay" ring from above. The sun was dazzling so he had to squint to see who it was that was momentarily above him and casting a shadow. The figure moved forward as the person floated downwards to where Karkat was miserably laying.
John floated downwards in a oversized emerald green pullover jacket that was so huge on him that it ended at his knees. He was wearing his yellow shoes and mismatching socks and hopefully wearing shorts too, though we could not see. The hoodie was over his head as it only showed small tufts of messy and wavy jet black hair. John' glasses were cracked as he came slowly downwards inspecting the hurt troll before him.
John landed gently beside Karkat as he worriedly asked in a feeble and wry voice, "K-Karkat...w-what EVEN happened to y-you? I heard you screaming like the Dickens which was r-really alarming! At first, I thought it was the s-smoke again! SO I literally magiked my Zillyhoo and launched it behind me- making a huge gaping hole through my bedroom wall! Thankfully the Zillyhoo landed near here so...I found you now instead...I guess? Though...there's apparently another new feature in my house...bluhhh...:B You're looking pretty bad there...let me carry you up."
Karkat was stunned to see John so abruptly that he really was at loss for words. All his worry was really misplaced as he kept on looking at those piercing blue eyes. His mind wasn't really registering anything else but the shock of now not knowing what to do with all the pent up worry. Had he taken the initiative to say anything back, it probably would have been, "AND YOU LOOK PRETTY BAD YOURSELF," but he would save that for later.
Karkat only nodded as he gently got himself upright. He swayed a little bit as he realized that his shirt was so inundated with blood that it looked like a bad Halloween trick gone wrong. John didn't hesitate as he gently hugged Karkat tightly. Karkat was surprised but he managed to hug him back in time, as John started ascending upwards and out of the hole. Instead of leaving Karkat on the grass, John ascended even higher and began to float, while still hugging Karkat, towards his room. There was a gaping hole in his wall now which made it easier to enter his house. John wasn't really too keen in having Karkat enter through his living room since it was a embarrassing disaster. At least his room, for the most part, looked somewhat okay. Just the broken wall kind of ruined it. But hey, new entrance John thought positively.
John coughed a bit off and on as he flew towards his room. He really was trying his best to look calm as ever, but the screaming really had put him in a fright. He thought he was being attacked by the smoke and so the rush of adrenaline was still kicking in his veins. It was almost too much since he still had a fever and was prizing many bruises and burns under his jacket. A lot of John's skin had peeled off as the skin that remained was cracked and open. His skin was raw and wet and stinging with the might of a thousand furious bees. So while hugging Karkat in midflight, John had to suppress the will to scream since he was in so much pain from holding or touching anything. He definitely wasn't the one to complain for his pain just as much as Dave hid his emotions behind his glasses. So for now, while hugging Karkat, he brave faced and was just taking events as they unfolded.
Karkat was quiet as he realized that while hugging back John, how skinny John actually was. He never did end up hugging John too much, but...he had hugged Dave a ton of times to know what was the normal waist size. As Karkat looked at the shadow they both casted off in the neon colored grass below, he couldn't wrap his mind around it.
Just HOW skinny was John? Was that even normal?
Karkat remained quiet as he hugged John tighter to get a better feel. John chuckled half heartedly as he weakly whispered, "Ah. Hmmmm. D-don't w-worry Karkat...I'm n-not going to drop you, you know. You don't...need to hug s-s-so tightly."
John sort of expected a response but Karkat remained very quiet as he tried to understand how small John suddenly was. They had hugged only but a month ago when John first woke up from his coma. And now...and now...Karkat could only keep his mouth shut. He didn't know whether to start screaming at John in worry because he literally made Karkat lose 9 lives during his run-trekking through the maze of holes in the front yard, or to scream very angrily at John for hiding something from him.
He had thought they were good friends after all the shit that happened up to this point.
John had never concealed anything before...and now...the person Karkat was hugging didn't feel like John at all. John was happy and healthy...not this John who was skinny and hiding his eyes under unexplained broken glasses and an oversized looking dress of a jacket. John rolled his eyes as he finally put Karkat down on the floor of his room. John suddenly realized that perhaps his room was also not the best place to have brought someone as he took notice of new additions. Like the cracked wall, the busted up desk and most of all his bed. John looked quickly at his bed as he became white. He had forgotten to put the cover on it when he was hastily woken up and flew out of his room.
Blood stains and skin lay on the mattress as well as a bunch of soot and dried flakes of toothpaste. John blushed very hard as he quickly went to the opposite side of his room, picked up his comforter, and covered his bed with it. The action was a little too late but John felt much better hiding it than just leaving it there to be revealed for all the world. It was a nasty sight.
Karkat remained silent as he did manage to see the gross state the bed was- as he began to pale. Karkat wasn't sure if it was from the blood loss or from what he just saw.
Blood? Black ash? Was that...skin? What even happened there?
John picked up his old yellow shirt off the ground as he offered it to Karkat while saying, "Here. I don't like this shirt anymore...so you can use it to press on your nose. You r-really have to press hard to make the bleeding stop. You look really pale...please just press it on your nose already."
Karkat automatically took the shirt from John's hand and pressed it gingerly on his nose. John quickly got a chair that was overturned and placed it behind Karkat- so that Karkat could sit down. John hesitated to look at Karkat as Karkat sat himself and steadily looked at the carpeted floor intensely as if pensive and yet angry thought.
Everything was quiet for a long time as John just stood there not sure what to even do.
John had meant to make another pair of glasses in his machine before he flew out to inspect the screaming. When he woke up from the frightful sounds of Karkat's screaming, he had grabbed for his glasses so quickly and so fiercely that it crushed within his grip. He was still half asleep when he magiked the ZillyHoo and chucked it at the wall behind him while roaring, "LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEEE!"
It was only after his hammer made intense impact, that it really woke up John from his half sleep. The noise of the impact made a soft crashing echo in his room as it mildly vibrated the floor. He watched, in slow motion, the hammer fall away from him towards his front yard with huge chunks of the wall trailing behind in a majestic sort of manner. A gust of wind was blowing at the time ruffling his hair and jacket. John could only remain in utter awe for the stupid thing he half knowingly did.
Meanwhile, all this time that he kept staring at the new gaping hole on his bedroom wall, John couldn't see shit so he quickly put on his glasses despite it being cracked and bent. As he looked through them his mind was sending him triggers towards the new stinging downwards towards his hands. As he lifted them up, he realized that his hand was cut in many places.
Really...gotta control my reflexes there. Damn.
John didn't have much time to contemplate as the screaming noise didn't still stop and he quickly wanted to inspect that. John had wanted to quickly make another pair of glasses to get a better sense of what he was looking at or for but his senses sensed the escalating pressure of the screams and so he flew right towards his fallen hammer and the cause of the sound. He found Karkat and was somewhat thankful he did, after seeing Karkat in that sorry state. Though John sort of kicked himself as he realized that he didn't want to see anyone not God Tier just yet.
He was still afraid of the smoke doing something.
And so to see Karkat now in front of him, staring at sky very intensely with a mix of utter dismay...John was at a loss of what to do. As he tried to squint through the broken lenses, he thought it would be best to go get Karkat and then fix his glasses afterwards.
Now again, currently in the room, after many minutes had passed, since Karkat wasn't talking, he thought it would be a good time to go now.
"Ummmmmm...Karkat? You see, I'll be back... I'm going to um...make a new pair of glasses...
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So...I'll be back soon. It'll only take me like 5 minutes or less. Maybe 3 if I hurry..."
Karkat still looked away from him which was unsettling John. Yet, he was somewhat relieved as well. He didn't want Karkat to really look at him anyways since he was an awful mess. John was turning around when Karkat coldly said, "WHAT...THE FUCK EVEN HAPPENED TO YOU JOHN?"
"I..."
"LIKE SERIOUSLY...WHAT THE FUCK JOHN! YOU FIRST TELL ME THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ME AND TO NOT COME OVER. SO I FUCKING COME OVER. I SEE YOUR HOUSE IN HORRID ENDGAME WRECK SO I FUCKING WORRY LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE AND THEN YOU FUCKING SAUNTER RIGHT OVER LIKE FUCKING NOTHING HAPPENED! YOU'RE FLUSHED AS FUCK AND I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO SAY ABOUT YOUR STATE! JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF! JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF! WHY THE FUCK...WHY WAS YOUR BED WITH SO MUCH BLOOD? WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT FUCKING DRESS OF A JACKET AND TAKE OFF THAT HOODIE!"
Clearly Karkat's worry and mellowness had been thrown out the window like everything was that day, as he charged over at John and brought his hoodie down.
John was floored by the sudden outburst as he saw an incoming Karkat then hovering over him. John had thought of zapping away but in his mind he knew that was a bad idea. So he remained there as the fuming Karkat strutted angrily over and brought his hoodie down.
Face to face, John felt Karkat intensely inspect his head over and neck. Karkat held John's shoulders as he made sure John wouldn't run away. John hadn't thought of moving as he began to squirm. Any added pressure on his burnt skin felt like a million needles piercing his skin as he gritted his teeth. The jacket being in any contact on his skin was painful enough. Now to have Karkat grabbing his arms also didn't help.
"Karkat!"
"NOT LETTING YOU GO UNTIL YOU EXPLAIN JUST WHAT THE HORRIBLE FUCK EVEN HAPPENED HERE AND TO YOU. WHAT IS WRONG DAMMIT?"
John hesitated to let out a cry of pain as he muttered hurriedly, "K-k-karkat! T-that's what I DEFINITELY w-want to e-explain! But please l-let me go! You're hurting m-me!"
Karkat narrowed his eyes in deep mistrust as he knew he couldn't possibly be hurting John. He was only holding him with just a little amount of pressure but just enough to not have John escape. Was this really hurting him?
Karkat stared pissed at John. His angry expression began to falter as he noticed true signs of immense pain wring in John's eyes as John winced very hard. Karkat decided to believe John and let him quickly go. He apologized hurriedly but still with an authoritative voice, "ALRIGHT. I LET YOU GO.
I'M SORRY IF...I ACTUALLY DID HURT YOU? BUT JOHN...JUST...WHAT THE FUCK DID HAPPEN? PLEASE LET ME HELP YOU. I JUST NEED TO UNDERSTAND...WHY WAS YOUR BED LIKE THAT? WHY IS YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE HOUSE...DESTROYED?"
John clutched his arms as he turned around and said quietly to Karkat, "Just...please follow me as I at least make a new pair of glasses? Okay? Ahhh...owwwww. I'll explain while making it. Come on."
John began to float out of his room as he went for the stairs going towards the roof floor. Karkat had reapplied the sweater on his nose as he lagged behind John. He was still feeling lightheaded and again he wished he was a God-Tier so he could just merrily float behind.
"Ughhhh."
John stopped immediately as he worriedly looked at Karkat.
"Actually...l-look it's okay. Just stay h-here and I'll be back in a second."
Karkat shook his head fiercely as he flatly retorted, "NO. I'M COMING. I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU OUT OF MY SIGHT ANYMORE. YOU WERE ALREADY OUT OF MY SIGHT ENOUGH AND GOD KNOWS WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO YOURSELF."
John wanted to somewhat correct that statement as he begun to fully comprehend what Karkat was getting at.
Wait...does he? Think I wanted to do this... to myself? Oh God no...I'd...never...intend to inflict this stuff normally on myself...though lately...wait what am I saying? I still love myself more than the smoke. I am not going to fall that easily to it.
John replied sternly, "No. It's not what you think. The thing that you saw on my bed...and just everything...BLUHHHHHHHHH."
John punched the wall as he immediately regretted it. He was so pissed that nothing was going well today. What hurt him more was that now he realized that Karkat actually thought he was self inflicting damage to himself for funsies or something of that sort. John would never under normal circumstances. But what made John string inside the most, was the look in Karkat's eyes. The look of mistrust like he didn't believe John. The look of pity. John had seen that look before. He never had friends before he met his online friends. Always alone in school while the rest of his classmates looked at him with that same look. The look of pity as if slightly better than him. And that look just bothered John so much. So while he looked at his fist adprest against the crushed wall, he drew it back in horror. Horror because he did such a stupid thing again and because he couldn't frankly believe...that even after the world ended and everyone along with it...that those things still irked him.
While John brought back his fist and placed it beside his leg, on looking behind him was Karkat with wide eyes. He was going into a fit of worry as he looked depressingly on towards John. John amazingly felt a lot better doing that. But Karkat couldn't understand this as he studied John's expression more seriously.
John looked up at Karkat through the broken lenses as he stated, "ALRIGHT THAT WAS STUPID BUT I WAS JUST ANGRY! Look at me! I wouldn't be like this if I WANTED TO! It's the stupid bloody smoke's fault! And stop looking at me like that...I'm not crazy even if your eyes are totally saying that I am right now. Look...long story short...I think I've been cursed or something because ever since I woke up from my coma I've been feeling dread. I saw...a black smoke and I still see it whenever I turn my head around. I don't see it if I turn my whole self around usually. But if I turn my head, I will definitely see it. Look, you might be in danger just by hanging out with me cause I JUST realized yesterday that it actually CAN DO stuff. In all honesty, I think the reason all the stupid shit that was happening in my house lately, like stuff sticking in the way...the shower fights I had from being shot at by the faucet of either intense scalding water or frigid freezing water...was by that stupid prick too... m
In any case, I'm definitely being haunted by this weird thing no one else can see... What is worse... is that it makes me feel like shit and I want to kill myself now I think? FUCK. No wait I take that back, I don't want to die. I want to KILL it so hard but even when I turned back...and smashed the Zillyhoo through the wall...it went right through the smoke and it disappeared...shit. I still feel it so it's not gone...ahhhhhhhhfuck...and then YESTERDAYYY it LIT the STOVE ON. THERE WAS JUST GAS AND WHILE I WAS IN MY ROOM PLAYING- MY WHOLE HOUSE WAS GETTING FILLED WITH GAS!...Huff*... ANDDDDDDDDDD I ALMOST DIED RIGHT THERE WHEN HE LIT THE FIRE IN MY FACE AND MY KITCHEN BLEW UP! I had to tornado spin the fire off...anddddd...anddddddd.. !"
John started coughing very suddenly as he had been speaking so fast that he didn't breathe. He was hacking spit onto the floor as tears spilled out of his eyes and over his cheeks. Karkat was trembling with extreme sadness as he made his way over and hugged John very lightly. Karkat wanted to hug tighter but he recalled just how small John was and couldn't bare to hurt him anymore than the pain that was on John's face right now.
Karkat closed his eyes as he pat shoosh John's hair as he gently whispered, "THERE,THERE. THERE, THERE. YOU'RE ALRIGHT. YOU'RE ALRIGHT. IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY."
John held the ground as he couldn't understand all the intense feelings he was feeling.
Was I really this afraid? Oh man...I must look like such a loser right now...but somehow...i feel much better yelling all of that out there. I don't know...if he really believes me...but...I don't feel as alone. God...just look at me...Even the slightest of touch sends my nerves to hell. Karkat is barely even touching me and it's hurting so much. Oh god...maybe I SHOULD kill myself...it wouldn't count as heroic right? Or just? Just so I can wake up in a new and unhurt body...ohhhhhh that's probably not the best idea to do right now...no way how can I even mention that? Can I really go through it? But...I really do want to see the smoke gone. I don't want to see the smoke anymore...
So why don't you just kill yourself and get it over with?
...
SHIT. I'm GOING TO DO IT.
John stopped shaking as he firmly looked up. He really was going to regret this as he slightly took a peak behind him.
And there as always present was the smoke.
John slightly scowled as he put on his endgame face and quickly shot up. This took Karkat by surprise as John mouthed silently, "I'm very sorry."
Karkat had the sneaking suspicion once John tore abruptly away from him what would happen, but he had hoped for the latter. That John could be alright. And Karkat believed him then and there as John gave him that look of utter despair and battle mode turning on. Karkat wasn't sure if John was going to duke it out with him or what, until Karkat's mind remembered the words, "Smoke."
John looked fumingly at the stairs where there was nothing. That was when John increasingly screamed, "FUCK I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO DO IT. YOU HAPPY?!"
Karkat's mind was working at the speed of light when he blurted out, "IS IT THE SMOKE? IS WHAT...WHO YOU ARE YELLING AT?"
John briefly looked at Karkat as he looked now in utter surprise...
"C-can YOU? SEE IT NOW?"
"NO I CAN'T! BUT I BELIEVE YOU! BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE GOING TO DO IT? JOHN!?"
Karkat had a sinking feeling in his chest as he looked at his friend crumbling before him. The jacket swayed like a cloak as John looked sadly at Karkat. His hair was so twisted and a mess as it fell over his face. His face was beyond flushed as Karkat was finally starting to notice the deep cut on John's cheek and lips. John looked so broken that Karkat began to cry. His inner desperation was climbing to an all time high as he didn't know what was happening. Why John was behaving like this and what was driving John to this whole other John he never saw before.
He had seen his troll friends go crazy on the comet as they killed each other.
And so as he looked onwards at John with that same dread, he froze solid inside as he knew he was worried for a reason. He had seen that same stare before. It was the stare that Eridian had before he killed Feferi and shot his magic at Kanaya. It was the same stare that Vriska had when she went to go looking for her other ghost self. Those were stares of intent on dawning a battle or some sort. The beginning of an end.
So as he looked at John's deep blue eyes he could only help but say, "NOOOOOOOOO..."
John found it hard to look away from Karkat since he was sure that would be the last time this current self saw him. It tore him in two to see the dawning mixture of pain and sadness light up in Karkat's eyes. But John had to do this...or not do this...and either way it was going to suck. So as John looked back towards the stairs he found himself gasping. John's eyes widened as he muttered aloud though more to himself, "Y-you...you got...bigger? OH SHIT."
With that, John was about to break for it when he saw the smoke quickly disappear and then reappear right behind Karkat.
In slow motion, John turned so white he couldn't breathe. As John saw the smoke manifest behind Karkat, the black smoke weld a sharp like sword sticking out in the middle as it then moved closer towards Karkat's back in motion to stab him.
A fear so strong boiled so quickly that John abruptly shot towards Karkat and patted Karkat's forehead. With palm outstretched, John managed to quickly say the words, "Goodbye," as Karkat dumbfoundedly disappeared and was zapped back to Dave's house. The Smoke held t smoke-like sword exactly where Karkat had been a second before. Had John arrived 1 second less, Karkat would have been shish kabob and with that John pummeled through the smoke. John couldn't understand whether or not the smoke was tangible or not as he floated on through. As soon as he landed back on the floor, he spun around as he held his ground gasping for air. He had definitely fallen through the spear like smoke but felt nothing. And so that was when John realized that the smoke had only faked a weapon and an intent to harm Karkat. It was all for show.
John smiled dangerously when he saw a small fire light in the middle of the smoke. John was ready to battle this thing for it was a long time coming. And so, John zapped himself out of the hallway as he saw his house again catch on fire from above in the sky. His heart was beating so fast he thought he'd die from it. As he hung in the air, he gulped as he saw the smoke ascending towards him.
"YOU CAN FLY?" John blurted out.
John began to speed away from the smoke and dashed towards the lake. He was zig zagging away as he peered back and saw the smoke following him intently with a escalating and doom like motion. John looked forward while the air brought his hair towards his face. Looking sadly through the swaying bangs, he took a last look at his friends peaceful looking houses...how he longed to have visited them more...how he longed that the smoke never appeared in his life...so as he tore his blue crystal eyes away he gave one last wince and abruptly shot upwards. The smoke followed, as John zigzagged in the sky. To other eyes, it would have looked as if John was just haphazardly zooming around for fun. However, to John's eyes, he saw the smoke grow triple in size and that alone set all alarms off. He was going to kill himself but right now he was going to take a chance at killing this monster motherfuck too.
Battle crying, John wailed in the sky as he shot intense spurts of wind towards the smoke. The smoke evaded at each attempt John gave. John kept soaring higher and higher when he realized that he had left his Zillyhoo still pathetically on the ground and never got to it. Gosh jolly, it would have been a treat had his hammer have the same magic of being called to like Thor's hammer. With the Zillyhoo, John felt he had a chance to have fought with the smoke...but then he remember how the Zillyhoo had passed through the smoke when he first thrashed it at his wall.
The Zillyhoo...wouldn't have worked anyway...
John felt the air temperature change suddenly the more and more he climbed. He was getting towards space when he decided to zap. He had zapped to where the current sun was and as he turned, he saw the smoke had also zapped with him. John truly was afraid but held it all in place as he firmly gave away a stern look. The smoke had stopped chasing him and just hung in the air as John steadily caught his breath.
"YOUUUU...FUCK."
Die John. Why don't you just die John? Why don't you just die John? Why don't you just die John?
John heard this inside his head as he barked back bitterly, "NO YOU DUMBFUCK. I DON'T WANT TO."
But you will. You will die. You will die before I die. Just Die. .DIE. DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEIDIDIEIDIDIEIDIDIDEIDDID.
John trembled as he brought his hands towards his head.
He couldn't stop quaking as he looked so bitterly at the smoke. It didn't help that the smoke had his voice and that he was hearing himself screaming for him to die. He didn't want that. Not in the slightest. But at this point...it almost seemed like it would relieve him of this pain. Maybe if he did die...maybe this thing would disappear?
John could only ask quietly, "Wait...how did you get bigger?"
This time the smoke did not answer as it feigned weakness.
That was when it dawned upon John that he had been taking this all wrong. The moment he gave in to the smoke, did the smoke get bigger. It was as if, it fed off his depression but most of all...it fed off the moment John gave up on himself and his life. John looked in shock as he realized this.
Things only got bad because he got bad. Had he continued to persist with positive thinking, would the smoke not have grown and grown enough to now take action on its own. It was his fault in the end. It was his fault.
At this point...he was willing to go on with it- the killing of his life. This definitely wouldn't count as heroic or just so...he just had to...do it and be done with it. That way this smoke would leave as John remembered, "you have to die before I die."
Maybe John was being led to do this because the smoke wanted to die but couldn't because John was so stubbornly alive? John really couldn't know or care.
He looked miserably at the smoke he decided to try something else. It still irked him that the smoke would be getting what it wanted...but John also wanted to defeat it in some sense...he wanted to see the smoke hurt as he hurt. And this was the only time that it could happen. It was a fitting place for a showdown as the green sun casted off green light rays of light and heat to this space like surrounding.
The smoke might have sense John's arising intent on not dying as the smoke backed away a little bit.
John quickly sprung a tornado and took the Green sun's fire. He shot the fire lit tornado at the smoke. The smoke dodged. John swung another fire tornado now from under the smoke as the smoke dodged again. John was caught off guard when suddenly the smoke had disappeared and reappeared only an inch before him. John couldn't even bat an eye as the smoke engulfed him and hung around him like tightening spiderlike thread. John gagged violently as he vomit out blood. The blood floated in space away from him as John began to shake violently like a seizure. He was falling out of consciousness as he heard chanting in his mind.
Die DIEDIE die DIE DIE YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING. NO ONE LOVED YOU. NO ONE EVER NEEDED YOU. YOU ARE A LIE. YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE BORN. YOU ARE A MISTAKE YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF NOTHING. YOU ARE AIR BECAUSE YOU ARE LIKE AIR. SEE THROUGH AND INVISIBLE. NO ONE EVER WANTED YOU AS THEIR LEADER. NO ONE EVER WANTED YOU AS THEIR FRIEND. YOU ARE A LIE. YOU ARE A LIE. NOW DIE. Die. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.
John kept vomiting blood as he truly couldn't breath now. His throat burned so much as he felt himself getting hotter and hotter. John bleakly opened his eyes as he saw himself being sucked in by the gravity of the sun. John stared through his bloodshot eyes at the green sun as it got bigger and bigger. He softly whimpered.
It seems as if he was going to die.
And out of all his deaths, this was probably the most tremendously in pain one he had suffered yet.
John cried as he saw through his cracked glasses, the green spectacular before him.
He knew he could save himself.
It was only a zap away.
But death was seemingly so sweet as it would end all the nerve pain and damage he had sustained thus far. And if he did zap away, John could already see it now. He could see the worries on his friends faces and somehow that bit a huge chunk off of his determination to survive. If he died right now, his friends wouldn't know. Well, maybe Karkat would say something. But John was sure he'd regenerate in time before things escalated down on earth. So, the decision was set. He was to die. And for the most part, he was okay by it.
The moment he felt that way, John felt the smoke release him. He felt his body totally and wholly broken as he realized that there was no pain anymore. He couldn't even feel the heat. His nerves were shot. And so was he. John couldn't believe he had any spirit left inside when his mind drew to other things.
He saw images of his friends, smiling at him and laughing. Why couldn't it always be like that?
Why couldn't he be like that now?
John vomited harshly again as he managed to settle down the mixture of bile and blood in his mouth and gulped it forcefully down. He closed his eyes as if finally being relieved from such a heavy torture. In his mind, this would probably all be over once he died one more time. He was sure he'd wake up again and that the smoke would be gone. This bullshit could finally be over. And that thought alone was what prevented John from zapping himself away from the clutches of the Green Sun's orbit.
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Back at earth, Karkat had just been momentarily zapped into Dave's room as he went crashing down hard on Dave's stomach. It felt like the wind was kicked out of him when Karkat smashed heavily on top of Dave as Dave yelled.
Karkat not missing a beat, rolled himself off Dave and went crashing into the floor. He landed on some poor unsuspecting cups and plate as they shattered below him. Karkat yelled as well, as he quickly brought up his hands with new gashes and cuts.
Dave reacted so quickly that he floated upwards to the ceiling so fast- that he hit the ceiling hard. This was all too much for Dave's brain to handle in the morning as he was trying to realize just what in the fuck was going on.
After seeing Karkat on the floor, his eyes widened a second time as he noticed the immense blood splattered all over Karkat's Shirt and pants. Dave immediately zoomed to Karkat as he worryingly questioned, "HOLY SHIT DUDE WHAT THE FUCK? YOURE BLEEDING LIKE SPEEDY GONZALEZ JUST WENT ON SPEED. SHIT."
Dave immediately grabbed Karkat's shirt and brought it upwards to see if there was a chest wound. Karkat still registering everything was just as shocked when he pushed Dave away. He blushed as he managed to blurt out, "I'M FINE! WELL! NO NOT REALLY! SHIT JOHN. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?! DAVE YOU'VE GOT TO STOP HIM FROM DOING WHATEVER BULLSHIT HE'S ABOUT TO DO!"
Dave looked on confused as Karkat calmed himself down and tried again, "I'M SORRY...I'M FINE. I HAD A SUDDEN NOSEBLEED AND THAT'S THE REASON MY SHIRT IS RUINED BEYOND ALL BELIEF BUT SERIOUSLY. THAT'S NOT REALLY IMPORTANT. WHAT IS IMPORTANT IS YOU STOPPING OUR BEST BRO JOHN FROM DOING WHATEVER HE IS GOING TO DO. YOU'VE GOT TO GET TO HIM RIGHT NOW!"
"Karkat! What do you mean? What about John? What is he going to do?"
Karkat became hysterical then as he internally knew there was just no time to truly catch Dave up to speed.
"LOOK, JOHN WAS WEARING THE SAME LOOK...THE SAME LOOK THAT I HAVE SEEN TOO MANY TIMES BEFORE. THAT'S THE ENDGAME LOOK. THE LOOK RIGHT BEFORE YOU USUALLY DO SOMETHING INCOMPREHENSIBLE AND OFTEN LARGELY UNFORGIVABLE! THOUGH IT'S NOT SOMETHING HE IS GOING TO DO TO SOMEONE ELSE... BUT TO HIMSELF! HE WAS HURT BEYOND BELIEF AND WEAK AS CAN BE WHEN I GOT TO HIS PLACE. IT WAS ALL TRASHED. I HAVEN'T THE FAINTEST CLUE WHAT HE DID TO IT BUT I'M SURE NOW HE WAS PROBABLY TRYING TO KILL HIMSELF. AND NOW...I THINK...HE'S EITHER TRULY BEYOND MENTAL OR HE'S REALLY TELLING THE TRUTH AND THAT THERE IS THIS CURSE THING ON HIM THAT JUST SPUN HIM OUT OF CONTROL. HE'S GOING TO KILL HIMSELF DAVE. HE'S GOING TO KILL HIMSELF. WHICH IS WHY YOU'VE GOT TO STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE A DUMB FUCK AND GET TO FLYING TO HIM!"
Dave finally understood as he picked up his sword and placed it in his sylladex. He looked evenly at Karkat with a swift air as he stated firmly, "Tell the other's I'm going John hunting."
Karkat couldn't help but face palm as he couldn't and just wouldn't believe that Dave, out of all times, had made or half tried to make a lame joke. Karkat was about to yell Dave another piece of his mind when he saw Dave's expression grow dark and incredibly pensive. Dave quickly put on his pants as he quickly opened his window all the way and flew out with a escalating speed. Dave had really no clue what the fuck Karkat was blubbering on and on about. John had seemed fine yesterday even though there was something John was going to tell him today. Had things turned so awful as he slept that John was willing to now take his life? Dave just couldn't comprehend that logic when it came to John. Would the John he knew, the John that smiled like a dork with bucktooth teeth, the John that loved the crappiest movies known to all man and troll kind...would he really do the unforgivable?
Dave's throat went dry as beads of sweat slid down his forehead.
He didn't know where to exactly go so he zoomed straight towards John's House. His eyes were utterly frightened as he realized he flew out without putting on his sunglasses. So it was embarrassing as fuck to be outside without them. The 2nd thing he grew shocked about, was seeing John's front lawn and house. Trees were all over the place and holes and holes of plenty littered everywhere. There was a large patch of grass just sitting on the roof as he directed his eyes at what he saw that could not be true.
There was this gaping hole through John's wall as he saw the bedroom empty. He had been zooming so fast that he almost missed something. There was a faint blue glint as he flew on by-that halted him somewhat. So as he slowed down and turned back, that was when he saw the Zillyhoo.
Now Dave knew something was horribly- horribly wrong because John would never leave without his weapon. That was basic main character instincts that one shouldn't let go of. So as Dave captchalogged the weapon, he couldn't help but feel an escalating hotness on his cheeks.
That was when Dave saw shots of fierce gusts of wind land on the lake and cause a grand scale tidal wave as the waves reached an all time high in the sky. 4 other shots of wind cannonballs into the lake bringing up more water into the air. The water drizzled heavily onto the ground as the waves of water in the middle of lake gained momentum and spilled over the lake's rim and sloppily brushed their selves against all the houses. Dave saw the water swim against Rose's front, Jade's front, and could spot the flamingo's he had lined up at the entrance of his house, being swept away by the waves.
Dave felt a twinge of sorrow for that as it had taken a long time to put them all up in the first place. And now, seeing the waves of water wash over everything, he really was upset.
The sadness quickly waned as he looked up. He didn't hesitate to think further as he shot upwards as quickly as he could.
That was definitely John alright. Those are his wind gusts. I'm coming.
Dave flew so high and yet he couldn't see where John was. He was either a spec or flying much faster than he was-that it was practically unfair. John had his cheat mode of being the heir of breath thus making his element something of a bitch to compete with. But Dave's element was of time and so Dave knew if something horrible had happened, he was sure that he could change something in the timeline. He had hoped to never use time hopping again since that could still fuck up many things. Oh how he'd give for John's convenient time jumping without fucking up timelines.
Dave was feeling the colder air as he realized he was now leaving the atmospheric bubble. That was when he saw green tornado's emerge from the green sun. Dave had to blink a few times to really understand if what he saw was imagination or true actual reality. When he saw another tornado appear, he knew that was John probably doing some windy shit with the sun. But what worried Dave was not why John was doing this, but against WHOM? He prayed that he would get there in time and somewhat thought back to his brother Dirk when he was hearing the tales Dirk had gone through in his timeline. How he had to fly around for who knows how long before he flew right into a window and collided with Dave for the very first time courtesy of Vriska shenanigans. And that was how they first met.
"THIS is...SO ANNOYING."
Dave gritted his teeth as he forced himself to fly faster and faster. Flying beyond your average limits was incredibly tiring as he finally saw fruit for all this outpacing.
It was when he saw John that he felt like the universe had time stop in itself. His forehead wrinkled very deeply as he saw tons of blackish blood surround John. John was violently shaking as if he had epilepsy and was gagging. Truly Dave, in that very moment, wished for all the world to stop working.
He flew straight towards him as he saw a black like thing un-cling itself from John's body. At first, he thought he was seeing things but as he opened his eyes wider, it was no mistake. He did see...something akin to a smoke like substance release John's whole entire body as John relaxed. The rigidness of his body and shaking then stopped. He stopped moving and remained limp floating in the air.
Dave swore his heart stopped the moment he saw John go limp and float towards the green sun like a deadweight. Dave hadn't realized there were tears streaming down his face as he flew on closer and closer towards his friend. At last he was only but a few meters away, when he zoomed straight through John's floating blood, as it splashed all over his face and upper body. He didn't flinch nor bat an eye as he finally saw that green like jacket come closer and then in an instant, he hugged John.
They both shot towards the Green sun as it dawned upon Dave how difficult the gravity was now pressing on him. He turned John around as he finally could see his friend amidst all this horror. Dave felt like shutting down as he felt what he was watching wasn't true.
John's eyes were closed as Dave saw John's face in the greenish light. It looked so hollow and wrung like all the blood had came out of him. There were deep purple bags under his eyes and many cuts on his cheeks and lips. His lips were a hint of blue as he didn't seem to be breathing. Dave couldn't hear anything then. It as if all had become silence. It didn't even matter that him and John were both heading into the Green Sun. It was truly among all ironic things to die by the Green Sun since he had also been born a God Tier by the Green Sun. Dave saw deep burns and bruises all over John's neck and head. He couldn't see anymore since John wore such a long and oversized pullover jacket/hoodie.
Dave brought John in closer towards himself as John's rolled onto Dave's broad shoulder like a rag doll. Dave held John so close to his heart as he solemnly stated, "Well SHIT...John...
SHIT JOHN...
John...
I AM so sorry...
I had no idea...
TRULY not at all...
I...DIDN'T EVEN picked up, in the slightest, of all your worries...
I'm so god awfully sorry.
Worst of all...it looks as well as if we're going to die...like truly die. Or maybe just me...because I just flew straight up to you for thousands of meters just to save you...
Does that then mean...that this is a heroic death for me?
I'm sorry John. I'm sorry everyone..."
The moment Dave said that, did John start to breathe a little more as John tried to open his eyes. They felt so heavy and he possibly couldn't succeed. It was as if all nerves in his body had shut down and nothing was responding.
Increasingly agitated, a ghost like version of John that floated in his mind, mentally screamed at himself.
Brain! WORK! MOVE! SOMETHING! I have to let Dave know I can hear him. COME ON!
Nothing budged, not even an inch, even though he felt Dave's chest and his shaking breathes. John was mentally awake but he couldn't even show it. Was his body so worn down that he couldn't control it anymore. John panicked more inside as he was sure he heard what he heard. If it was true...then he would probably die and come back to life...but...since Dave had flown out to save him...that would certainly mean Dave's rescue would count...
as a HEROIC DEATH.
John tried his best to make any movement. It was then that he managed to hiccup as Dave opened his eyes and un-hugged John a little bit. He saw that John was now breathing as he simply began to reel with brimming hope. Dave felt glad that in his last moments John was alive with him in a sense. So as Dave prepared to be totally sucked in by the Green Sun and die an honorable death as a knight of time, Dave smiled a painful and sorrowful smile and John couldn't bare it.
In his mind, he was thrashing around and screaming from the tops of his lungs to wake the fuck up and move! John felt his hand twitch as he then knew what to do. He felt so awfully bad for getting Karkat and Dave involved with a mess he had been dealing with on his own. He truly thought that if he stayed inside and hid from everyone that eventually things would clear up. He knew that this was not the case now. He had made the wrong decision to continue to smile and force himself to pretend as if nothing was wrong. Had he really no trust in his friends?
Yes, it was true that when he woke up, it stung to see all his friends get along so well. He felt like an outsider even though he had always felt like an insider before. He hadn't realized at the time that it was due to the smoke's influence yet and decided it best to keep everyone at arm's length. If only...he had asked for help from the start.
John tried to move his hand a little more and succeeded. That was when John internally heard the smoke rear it's horrible voice again.
An angry mimic John yells, "Ho ho...finally you will die. Truly you will die. And what is better is that not only you will die...but your friend will die too. Alas, that is how the human cookie crumbles. See how much misfortune you bring? You loser. You loser. Die John. Die you Tumult."
John faintly remembered he had heard that word before, "Tumult," but he couldn't exactly recall who had been the user of that vocabulary. John tried his best to mentally answer back at the darkness in his mind in the bravest voice he could muster.
Yes...Of course...I may have lost this round. But I'll come back alive and kicking...And...so will Dave too.
How can that be? He's going to die with you.
John mentally smirked as he proudly remarked, "How can he die with me if I blast him away?"
With this, the smoke quieted as the smoke realized what was about to happen next.
With all of his energy that he had left, which wasn't a lot, John made a small ball of wind in the palm of his hand. Dave couldn't believe it when he felt a sudden surge of wind blast against him as he was forced to let go of John. His fingers reached for John as he saw John smile briefly. His blood froze as he realized what John was doing. But John kept surging the wind from his hand.
With one final force, he totally and fully Blasted Dave so quickly far away that Dave spun crazily in the space and back towards Earth.
Dave couldn't for the life of him understand as he free fell through space.
John had Zap powers.
Why didn't he use it?
John could have saved himself.
Why didn't he try to?
So as Dave looked torn-fully onwards to his shrinking friend, John kept smiling as he finally drifted into the Green Sun.
Dave had screamed the most painful and excruciating type of scream that can't be fully written down in history nor in time. In anguish, he clutched himself as he realized that despite all his effort of trying to save John...
...it had been John who saved him.
With that Dave cried and cried as he yelled into the never ending cosmos. He demanded that the Cosmo's give John back but most of all to end that thing...the thing that cornered his best bro pal into such a corner that he chose death over loving to even save himself.
Dave felt himself blacking out but shook himself awake. He was definitely out for the count as he realized a chilling thought. John had just... SAVED HIM.
That COULDN'T COUNT as HEROIC OR JUST...
COULD IT?
Dave would have pondered the thought more but he felt too ill suddenly and just decided to freefall back to earth. He'd have to send the other God Tiers to get John's...body...when it would slip out of the Green Sun...if it ever did...
No...He will...come back...he just has to.
Dave couldn't think straight as he knew there would DEFINITELY be a way to get John's body out of the sun. Would he be up for that right now and should he be? Hell yes. But right now, he couldn't handle much of anything and was going to leave it to the rest of his friends.
So as he entered back into the atmosphere, he tried his best to float as gently as he could back down. The world was turning hazy as he realized that John's gust of wind, as much as it had been saving his life, actually knocked the wind out of him. It definitely packed a punch and it dawned upon Dave how much it must have sucked for the monsters on John's world to be killed by the Windy powers. For they in fact, HURT LIKE HELL.
Dave was finally nearing the lake as he saw Roxy flying straight towards him followed by a Rose. Roxy was the first one to look up and notice tremendous off vibes from Dave. So she rose to flying up towards him first. Rose had been consulting a very worried Karkat who had finally changed into another shirt and pants and carefully bandaged his hand from the cut earlier as well as his nose. As both Karkat and Rose looked up, they both paled as Dave slowly saw their worried expressions turn fast aghast.
All that they saw was Dave covered in blood. Though they didn't know that it was John's blood.
His blond white hair had streaks of blackish red blood as it looked like all energy had been drained from him. Everything was inaudible to Dave as he saw Karkat probably yelling words in concern at him. His eyes were so wide as Dave looked at them absentmindedly.
I don't like that look. That look of his eyes...
He faintly registered Karkat still screaming about something but he couldn't make anything of it out. Rose started flying up after Roxy and towards him in a frightful hurry after truly seeing Dave's state.
It was Roxy who had reached Dave first as he finally let himself pass out. Roxy was yelling but nothing was heard by Dave. He felt closure as he closed his eyes because he just...couldn't stand looking at the blue sky right now. For that deep blueness pierced through his heart as John's eyes usually did.
To think of his eyes now...dull and lifeless, left a sour taste in his mouth as he felt tears streaming down his face. Roxy was carrying him when Dave felt that Rose had probably arrived and was also helping to carry him downwards too. Dave really wished he would stop zoning out to hear whatever the fuck his friends were spouting...but he had no energy... and if he did...he didn't want to use it because what would be the reason? What was done was already done. John slide into the green Sun and smiling nonetheless- while he kept his eyes closed in a sleep like stance the whole time.
This burned Dave's heart as he felt thoroughly stabbed. When Dave felt his feet touch the ground, perhaps it was the safety of finally being back on earth or something other, but then he suddenly broke out a heavy and long sob. He chocked it back as he wanted to talk but nothing comprehensible came out. He felt this pain before.
Yes...it was when his brother Dirk died. The adult version of him. And that same feeling was flooding back in surges and surges as it drowned Dave. What stung Dave the most was knowing that John could have zapped them both out of that danger zone...but John had chosen not to. And from this hour onwards, Dave would be sure to get to the bottom of this no matter what. Whatever had pushed John to make that reasoning... had ended him. And for that, Dave was truly going to get revenge. That thing that unleashed John in the end, the smoke that unclung John in that one brief moment was most likely the perpetrator. That thing...had resulted in everyone who cared for John, to lose him, either momentarily or infinitely. And right now, both weighted exactly the same.
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Author Notes: TuT This was probably the first writing I've written that actually made me cringe and feel immense sads* while writing it. Like Damn. How am I even going to fix this? TmmmT