OH MY GOD, SCHOOL'S A BITCH... THIS IS STILL IN DIAMONDS DROOG'S PERSPECTIVE.

"Honk..." That familiar graveled voice rang... you knew he was near. "HONK" You could tell he was angry... you could feel it in the air.

Something about this placed disturbed you, though you're not quite sure why... Perhaps its the burdened approach that you let this kid get hurt that much... Perhaps it's the fact that, the stupid fuck of a clown is soon going to be hauling ass at you...

But you, as of now, don't give a shit; except for getting this kid out. Crowbar is with you, looking around. He's not much of a great guy, but he's got some sort of style... At the moment, he's checking around the place, watching your back.

You, disregarding the fact that you hate having your suit filthy, pick up this kid; who's currently draining blood as we speak. In the mist of the thought, you look around thinking that this was too easy. In hindsight, you'd think that the clown was smarter than you thought; but when you walked into the next room, you could fairly see a sleeping figure in the corner. Assuming that's him, you carefully walk up to him and point a bullet straight at his head.

It was only then did you realize that, that sleeping figure was Crowbar. "Shit-" You mutter, turning around to see that clown. "Fuck-!" You yelp, being hit straight in the ribs by a club. Holy fuck those things are heavy. You drop the kid, who's still out, and land hard on your back on the tiled floor. You're out winded, and dizzy. Fuck you aren't even able to pay attention- What the hell is going on now?!

be spades slick

"your a fuckin broad!" You yell, Sn0wma letting out a low growl.

"Says the man who's letting his crew member AND son die!" She yelled back, Deuce between ya'll, tryin ta break it up.

"MY crew member?! Which one is that?! As I sees it, all my crew's right here!" You point at Clubs and Hearts. "And about you, ya faithful slut?! Ya let yer own daughter die!" You replied, adding on more of a bite. That did it.

She slapped you, hard in the face. There was more than just anger or hate in it. It was all emotion. "You fucking idiot!" She yelled, tears obviously welding in her eyes. "You know what your god damn problem is, you bastard?! It's the fact that you can't even draw a line between us! My crew and your crew are out there trying to save the last bit of hope for those kids, and YOU have the fucking nerve to stand there and yell at me for not being able to save someone I watched?! There is a fine line between you and me; and that's the fact that YOU can do something, because I can't!" She was obviously crying, angry and emotional from the loss. It's never struck you for Sn0wman to be like this.. And though you thought that getting these emotions outta her would put you at ease; it didn't.

In fact you felt like a major ass for letting your displeassure of her presence get in the way of your right thinking. Here you are, Spade Slick, watching your right hand man- your.. Friend, be tide up on a metal table, yer kid tide over on the floor and her friend be tide up in the corner... about to meet there doom.

As if this world fell black, you felt alone, standing under a light, watching the cards of fate play out. You hadn't even realized that your hat had fallen off...

With a small time to think, you look down, Deuce looking up at you with your hat in his hands. You let out a sigh, and snatch it up, growling softly. Sn0wman's still cryin...

"Shut up." You mutter, putting the hat on.

"..." She looked at you, her eyes playfully pitiful. Was that a whole act or...

Fuck it, your crew's in trouble and so is the reputation of yourself around here. With a head full of thoughts, you finally turned towards the door and headed out. "C'mon Deuce, Boxcars... we gots us a crew to save and a boy to raise." You muttered, feeling Sn0wmans smile appear. "...No one can split up the midnight crew, not even me. So if we wants us a full four-man squad, we gotta go get us a Diamond." Deuce perked up, Boxcar's giving an approved smirk. With heads held high, you all headed out in the night, Sn0wman staying behind to watch.

Whether it'd be the first or last; you and The Felt are working together.

You're name is Spades Slick, and today you draw a fine line between enemy and friend. Because at the moment, you're not working with the enemy, you're working with your friend.

BE KARKAT VANTAS

Not the slightest clue runs through your mind as you feel the insane thoughts wrap around your wrists and body. You feel the coursing through you, as if its a completely new you... All is coming clear... all is coming peaceful...

Time for you to avenge death. But first...

How are you getting out of this black pit, called your mind?

AND THERE YOU HAVE IT, ANOTHER SHITTY CHAPTER.