WOW THESE BOYS SURE ARE GETTING GAY BUT OH WAIT IS THAT DAVE HES HERE TO RUIN THE JOHNKAT YAOIS NO
You watch the pot as it boils filling the restaurant's kitchen with the scent of burning human flesh.
Its going to be delicious and you know Karkat will just love it and maybe you won't tell him what the secret ingredient is.
Maybe.
Karkat walks down the street staring at a paper in his hand. Directions to his best friend's restaurant.
He didn't actually need them but he kept staring at the small note that John had left at the bottom. "See you soon, I can't wait for you to try the special dish I helped make with Gamzee!"
The troll fixed his shirt as he came to the corner where the restaurant sat and scrunched his nose in disgust. Someone was burning something and it didn't smell like food.
"What the hell?" Was the first thing that spewed from Karkat's mouth as he walked into the building, John was sitting at one of the tables smiling and some dish Karkat had never seen before sat there on each side.
"What the hell is that?" He asked as he sat.
John just stared at him with a eerie smile. "I like to call it Gamtav."
Karkat just stared at him in silence, creeped out just in the slightest by John's undeterred smile. He reached forward and picked up his fork and tentatively stuck it in the strange colored meat.
"Try it. It's good." John insisted without even touching his yet. Karkat brought the fork to his mouth slowly and took a bite.
He loved it.
"Wow this is actually good what type of meat is it?" He asked in-between shoveling bites into his mouth. John didn't answer right away and just watched him eerily. "Special meat. I needed Gamzee and Tavros's help to make it."
Soon Karkat had finished his food and John nudged him his own untouched plate. "Have more."
Karkat didn't argue as he stuffed his face with the meal on the new plate.
She's yelling but you can barely hear it over your own laughs. You dig your thumbs into her ripped flesh where you had put a screwdriver into.
"Oh God!" She screams as you accidentally spill salt everywhere. It gives you an idea. A horrible gruesome idea. And you love it.
You reach over and pick up a handful of it and press it into her mangled bloody flesh with as much force as you can, making her let out a blood curdling yell as it burns the inside of her chest in the most painful way it could.
She can't see but you smile near her face, she's blind but you can see the fear in her eyes. You can almost taste her blood. You think her eyes would be pretty with more of it. More blood.
You stand up and grab a drill and she's trying to get away but you won't let her. You turn it on and she's begging but you can't hear all of that when you ram the drill with all your strength right through her eyes and into her skull which makes a disgusting crack and the drill is still on. Her screams are done by now and the drill is spitting out blood and torn beautiful mangled flesh every which way.
She's dead but you aren't even close to finished.
You get on your knees and crawl across the room where you pick up a small nice little hammer.
Your laughter echos in the room as you break into her skull and dip your hands inside the bloody and ruined mess and then a thought hits you. What would this taste like?
You could barely wait to bring your messy hand up to your mouth and lick off the pieces and parts of her scrambled brain. You eat all of it and even chew little splinters left from her broken skull.
You then take the hammer and smash her collar bone with brute force. An her shoulder. And ribs. It doesn't stop until every bone in her body is broken and pathetic, destroyed beyond repair with some pieces of whatever sticking out from beneath the skin in random spots.
You leave Terezi Pyrope's dead body in her front yard.
Your name is Dave strider and John has a big surprise for you.