LET ME TAKE A MOMENT TO FUCK SHIT UP FOR YOU...

Spades Slick

You hear weird commotion upstairs, moaning, thumping and suddenly you hear a loud 'POW'. You jump up, and listen carefully, hearing a mimicking voice of Karkat, and what sounds like Droog. "what the hell is goin on up 'er?" you ask, and force yourself to get up and out of bed to check on everyone. You walk upstairs, seeing the door wide open, and a kid who looks like Karkat with a deeply blood red colored sweater on. You come to realize that the sweater the kid wheres is just bloodied up, and he holds a- is... is that Droog's gun?! No, oh no, no, no-

You snap slightly dashing at the door until a sudden clack caught your attention and you freeze. "Well..." A sickeningly smooth voice spoke. You glare up at the kid, but he wasn't pointing the gun. You look down at... Droog? What the hell's going on here?! "Look who's finally joining us..." His voice purred, but he wasn't the same. A purplish smoke was coming from his mouth and a strange sanity pleading look was in his eyes. Karkat laughed softly, his voice also being smooth and sickening.

"Yes... yes, a new little addition to this virus." Karkat purred. Why were his eyes red? Why was he being so different?! What the FUCK is going on?!

"Mm... The infections continuing..." Droog said as he stayed on the ground, his whole body seemed to be limp except for his left arm (which held the gun) and his head. The rest stayed in place as if her were paralyzed.

"Virus? Infection? Droog what the FUCK is going on?!" You snap and soon enough Karkat is in your face with a whispering seducing tone embedded deep in his voice.

"Shh... Spades, let me show you..." He said and soon enough his lips pressed to yours.

BE KARKAT

Be who...? You haven't got a clue on who that is though! Truly said person never existed... In fact... you don't think he ever did... He was a figment of the imagination brought to relinquish your anger and stress, that thing that screams and rages for you when you, yourself can't... You haven't got any anger left... You don't remember ever being angry to begin with...

You, instead, sit in this relishing darkness, closing your eyes to embrace that cold, cool breeze that passes through your hair... You sit in a black ink; a still black ink... Your movement doesn't disturb it, it just moves with you... Everything here is peaceful; you, in this black pit, can create your own world... a world safe from the violence and hatred that you know existed... a world that can be nothing but peaceful scenery and calming sounds... but you choose to sit here in the dark...

You find it quiet calm, really... You find it quite peaceful indeed... You find this darkness and loneliness to be your favorite part of this whole chapter...

You look up at the sky; there is no sky. You look down at the ground; there is no ground. You look at the horizon, and everything in it; there is nothing there, it never existed... just like you... You never existed... neither did the hate, or the pain; neither did the blood, or the tears; the death or the living... Here, you forget that; here you don't remember... Here, you feel free without chains or pain... without memories or thoughts holding you back.. Here you are free in your own heaven...

But something is still bugging you. "It's not the same..." You mutter softly to no one. "I feel like there's something missing..." You say in a hollow tone. "... I feel like I'm forgetting something... someone..." You look behind yourself, and squint. You can't make out the image clearly, but you see something...

He begin to get up, feeling the black ink stay to its own accord, safely on the ground. "... Hello?" You ask, and look a little closer. A flicker of something catches your eye and you begin to walk towards it.

Something doesn't make sense... something's missing... something's missing... But what?

As you take another step, you see the image of an old friend with a goofy smiling face. Scratch marks run down his face, he's a white outline in this black world. Your eyes widen slightly as you look up at him. He gives you a faint smile of 'You tried'. And then, another... his horn's a little broken, and he has a weird looking scar around his neck... like he'd been choked... More and more, these figures began to show, each of them showing different white outlines of their injuries and all... Soon enough, a sudden sound of a drop was heard. These white figures surround you, looking down at the sound. You look as well, and soon see the candy red color in this mix of black. Your eyebrows furrow slightly, but you feel no pain...

When you look up, you see indigo and green... blue and yellow... purple and brown... The hemospectrum in place around you... These figures are bleeding in front of you, but still hold that smile...

Slowly, you see their blood form solid boundaries, slowly coming towards you in a circle formation. When you look down again, you see your red color has formed a circle around you, creating the solid barrier for the other bloods to stop at... and they do. You have the hemospectrum around you, and yours in the dead center color...?

You're not injured though, why are you... You look at your stomach, where your hands had been placed. A defined bullet whole was sitting dead center in that...

When you look up at your different colored friends, you notice a new outlive, a white outlive above Aradia... another above Tavros, and one above Sollux...

You're so confused... the men that stood above these three seemed familiar, and wore a weird symbol on the corner of their clothes... a diamond above Aradia... a clubs above Sollux, and a heart above Tavros...

They all looked down at you as if you were sinking... they were all getting bigger and bigger and before you knew it, a weird wet feeling clung to your arm. When you looked down, that black ink had hooked onto your sleeve just like it did with the rest of your body. It was pulling you down, but you didn't panic.

Accepting your fate, you closed your eyes, beginning to be drug down into the darkness... You're tired of fighting, and screaming... no one's going to save you anyways... why bother trying when you know, no one cares... Besides... the darkness is more inviting to comfort you rather than everyone else...

Soon enough, you are drug under the black ink, consumed by the cancer that you fought for so long... Cancer...

"Cancer..." Is all you mutter, that bubble of oxygen leaving you and surfacing to the light that shone above. You open your eyes under the black ink, it looked like water now... The black ink had formed chains, holding you down here, holding you in prison.

As you look up, you see the light that illuminated the surface above... They were swimming just fine, laughing and playing like they always did... but you...? You're drowning... and no one seems to notice...

Be Diamonds Droog

You had fired your gun just as Karkat pressed his lips to Slick. You shot the kid dead in the stomach. Soon enough, the kid looked down at the wound and dropped to the floor. He convulsed in pain for a while before sputtering out "Cancer..." As a weird black ink pooled in his mouth. The kid slowly stopped moving, and Slick just stood there with a shocked expression on his features.

"..." You look down at him, and take another long drag of your cigarette, blowing out purple smoke. Shadow Magic was essential for the Midnight Crew to carry in any shape or form possible. You carried it in something you always did... Cigarettes.
Looking at Slick, you give him a pat on his shoulder as you turned the corner to walk out. He just looks down at his dead son, and soon enough dropped down to his knees to string his coat over his dead son's body. You close your eyes for a moment of silents as Slick let out a choked sob, pretending he wasn't crying. You can't hide what you feel, and for Slick, he was not better at it. The kid's dead, but you did your crying... if it's true, why did you still have these tears in your eyes?

You look down at Slick, and sigh softly, soon leaving the scene to give Slick a moment. You walk downstairs to the other two, who were quick to pipe down. You open the fridge, and grab a bottle of wine... it's going to be a long night.

LET MET JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO TELL YOU THAT I'M RATHER PROUD TO FINALLY FINISH SOMETHING... THIS IS IT.

I DO, HOWEVER, HAVE PLANNED TO WRITE MORE MIDNIGHT CREW RELATED THINGS AND OTHER SADSTUCK IDEAS... THIS IS NOT THE END OF AN 'AU' WRITING IDEAL, SINCE I HAVE MANY OF THOSE, NOR THE END OF GROTESQUE SEQUENCES...

THANK YOU FOR EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO READ, REVIEW, FOLLOW, AND FAVORITE THE STORY, ME, AND EVERYTHING ELSE. (:B

LOVES TO EVERYONE, AND YOU'RE VERY WELCOME FOR THE SHITTY FANFICTION I WROTE. [INSERT HEART HERE]