Be Diamonds Droog

You slowly come to wake, a strange ring in your ear... your head hurts and... you're barren of your fucking weapons- SHIT.

With eyes wide and open, you completely awake, as if snapped back from some demented dream. You're tide down. You're in pain. You feel the cold embrace of a metallic clip in your ankle. You can't really look down. You're head is currently strapped down. "This seems familiar..." You mutter to yourself. Looking out to the side, as much as possible, seeing Karkat still knocked out. Kid better not be dead. You didn't come out here for nothing, that's for sure...

With a little jingle, you can blatantly feel the painful sting of these straps on your sides and wrists... Crowbar's out for the count, from what you hear.. he's groaning and hissing. If this is some demented movie, rank it A on the list and give this fucker a 5 star rating. This clown is one sick fuck, and one smart fucker at the least. Son of a bitch... and you thought it was easier than you thought, but now look at you... strapped down and ready to be tested on like some poor little animal. Then... "FUCK-!" You yelp suddenly, feeling a heavy club land on your stomach. You pant softly, your vision slightly hazed.

"heh heh..." You glare slightly, before being slammed again with a club. You feel an odd gurgle in the back of your throat, a bit of it on your tongue.. blood. This clown knows how to hit, that's for sure. "i wonder how long until YOU mother fucking BREAK!" He laughed, honking a horn or two. That honk echoed... the sound of a storm outside building up. You take slow, heavy breathes, holding your composure. "mother fucker... Break..." He hit you again, blood spitting out along your lips and part of your chin. You refuse to. You've taken worse, right? You've taken much worse... At least you think.

"..." You don't say a word, in hops that he'll end up giving in, but you know that's futile. He's going to attempt to make you break, that's how he got to Karkat...

Speaking of... he's awfully noise for being knocked out. You're not sure if that's the clown laughing or if it's you hissing as you are beat, slowly with a club. "BREAK-" He's interrupted by an unfamiliar and yet... crackly chuckle.

"heh heh..."

Be Sn0wman

"These stupid fools..." You mutter, smoke leading out of your cigarette pipe. "I wonder how long it will take for them to realize..." You chuckle, typing out a command or two for the camera views. Static echoes a little, then the four split screen, slits the camera's view. One showing where Slick and his crew are and the other showing where Diamonds and Karkat are. A slow grin grows on your expressions, as you raise a small walky-talky towards you. Pressing the small key, you check in. "Hows it look, Crowbar?"

"...7hey aren'7 suspec7ing any7hing..." He replied, muffled and groggy like.

"Good... Let's keep it that way..." You smirk, soon feeling the need to type out a new command. "Alright, you silly little clown... let's see how well you respond to your... Mirthful Messiahs..."

'Stop. There's something moving in the corner...'

Be... Gamzee Makara...

You freeze... something alerting you that you are Gamzee Makara...

And something... OH SOMETHING, is very wrong here...

The man before you is spitting blood... oh wonderful, colorful, blood...

BUT NOW, now... there is something stirring and... AND YOUR MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS.. are contacting you again...

"..." Your thinkpans a little fuzzy to be honest, you're not sure what's going on, but all you know is that it probably is grand from all of these voices screaming yes...

They won't stop... they won't shut up...

They tell you what to do, and what to say... the scream loud and clear for you to take action... and to shut them up? You do...

And boy... it's never felt more... exciting than now...

Your best friends awake... Let's greet him with his demise...

...That's what the Messiahs are saying...

BE KARKAT VANTAS

"..." Your eyes snap open, a wide grin growing on your face. Everything is so fucking clear now.. all the pain is gone, you feel fucking numb...

be spades slick

Chills run down your spin, and you feel as if it's a little hard to breath. You keep rubbing at your chin, as if there's something on it. "BOSS? YOU OKAY?" Deuce asks, looking at you carefully. You give him a slight shrug, squinting your eyes a little...

"Is that... Crowbar's Crowbar?" You question, leaning down to pick it up.

You stop quickly. "WHAT IS IT?"

"...it's a trap..." You mutter, gritting your teeth. "It's a fucking trap." You see the small fishnet like line follow around a few bushes and such. "FUCK."

I LOVE WRITING... IT'S SO NICE...

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