I SUPPOSE I SHOULD START WRAPPING THIS UP, HUH? IT'S BEEN A FUN GO... HAHA, I'M KINDA PROUD OF THIS...

BE KARKAT

It's been a couple months after these events now... You're healed, but scarred from the haunting few nights, but you still have a picture of his smiling person on your nightstand as you are now staying with your stab dad... Everything's cleared up now... Well, most of everything...

Droog has been counselling you for the past few weeks due to some.. terrors that you've been having.

It's that mere image of yourself, the one that controlled you before you were rescued, you tell him. You also tell him that you can see shattering glass all around as the demented forms of your friends surround you, and that all he does is stand there with a twisted red outline of himself smiling at you while blood runs from his mouth, drips from his chin and teeth, and begins to stain the floor. The glass seemed to have been a mirror, now before you as you are forced to grab a broken piece and fight off the disembodied forms of your old friends, but... they don't look like your old friends. They look older, they look... different, in different clothes... For example, the one that was smiling and laughing that resembles you? He wears a red sweater... his eyes are completely red... and everything that was attacking you? Their eyes were the color of their blood... and they all obeyed him.

He asks about what could have triggered these actions, if there are any memories from 'that event' that could have ruptured these traumatic stress-filled nightmares. You just shake your head and shrug, and tell him that you have no idea what it could be...

... But now it's night time, and you've developed insomnia. You don't want to sleep, honestly, you want to stay away all night. I want to make sure that, that thing that claims to be you isn't in your head anymore, but Droog had other plans. He prescribed a medicine for you, one that should relax you and help you sleep. You pop a few in your mouth, and lay on your bed, starring up at your light... Soon enough, it falls to black, and you find yourself passing out rather quick.

"Well..." A voice rang. Your eyes snap open, but you find yourself still in your room... it's nothing, you tell yourself... you're still safe... "Welcome back," The voice went from sounding like yours to being deep and more demonic. "I'm glad you had a fun go, KARKAT." The light in your room fades to black, and nothing but a white outline of everything is seen.

That projected image of yourself slowly comes out from the closet, a red outline of him as always, but... something's different. His eyes are more narrow, his hair is white, his eyes are big and red; his teeth are sharper than normal, and his nails look like talons. "O-Oh shit-" You whisper to yourself, pushing yourself away. "G- Get away-" You hiss, trying to push yourself further back, but the wall isn't allowing that.

He only walks out to the mid section of the room, stopping. "Don't worry... I'm not going to hurt you, Karkat..." He laughed. "Come out, come out, our dinner's waiting for us." He called, and soon enough, the freak-fest began. A moan came from under the bed as a large hand came out, followed by a body. The character that stood had large horns, a skeletal-like outfit on, and stitches that were slowly unlacing into tentical-like appendages. When he opened his mouth, it was completely dark, only shadows coming out like flaws, his eyes shifting from a pink to indigo...

Then a girl walked out, looking like a cat with long hair... she laughed like crazing, her tail looking like a weird snake, eyes wide, teeth razor sharp... she came from the hallway. Followed by was a teal blood, and a mustard blood- the more and more that came out, the more and more demented and disembodied they seem. The one that looked like a called yelled in a screeching voice, "Kankri- Kankri now? Can- Can we now?!" She laughed. The man in the red sweater started walking to you, and leaned.

You attempted to strike him, but suddenly couldn't as your hand passed straight through him. He then licked your neck and cheek, causing you to squirm slightly at his abnormal tongue. "agh-" He hissed slightly, his tongue looking like a slitherbeasts, split at the tip. He laughed, hands beginning to molest you through your pants and shirt. He rubbed your best, palming your bulge, and strange enough, you fell victim to this.

A moan slipped your lips, and he just started to laugh, "Triggered, huh?" He purred, then looked back as everyone had already started to gather around. "Make a huge mess.." He whispered, and like hungry animals, they pounced.

You couldn't move, you were frozen, red in the cheeks from being turned on, having to take it all. The cat girl leaped first, and bit directly into your neck, while the indigo blooded one gripped onto your bulge, unwrapping it from it's clothing. Those weird tentical stitches wrapping around it, as you lay immobile to everyone's will. One right after another, they ripped your clothes off, tongues and teeth, nails and claws digging into you, but it didn't hurt. It was all pleasurable, making you feel even more and more sick. Soon enough the red mess of your blood was spilling everywhere, as all you felt was yourself bucking and jolting, crying in deep please. You cried out curses, panting heavily, moaning and wiggling around as they were EATING you. Soon enough, all you see is that red sweatered guys face, start at you.

"And this is my favorite part..." He purred, his eyes and clothes changing to look like that man you saw from your dream when you were passed out... Your eyes widen and all you do is scream, not in fear, but because it felt like you climaxed, and soon enough, all you see his his mouth casting over your vision, it all falling black.

Be Diamonds Droog

A cry was heard, and that's all it took. You snapped up, and ran up to check on Karkat, then froze as you reached the door. You press your ear to it, and listen... is that... moaning? Your eyebrows furrow slightly, confusion painting your expression. You peek in, then see the strangest thing ever... his clothes are being ripped off of his body without anyone there. What the fuck?!

You bust through the door, watching the horrific show as claws were being scratched and etched into the kids body, as his pants had an obvious tent in them. You, confused as hell, reached out to wake the kid up, but then-

A liquid began to paint the kids pants, and all fell silent as his red blood slowly spilled from his body. "..." You stare slightly, waiting before barely touching his shoulder.

Eyes snap open, but the eyes were completely different. They were completely red, glowing red. Soon enough, you find yourself shoved off, and into a wall where you hit your head hard enough on the back of a nightstand, passing out instantly.

THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE ENDING...