ITS ABOUT TIME WOW DAVE IS FINALLY GONE YES NOW JOHN AND KARKAT CAN REACH THE ULTIMATE YAOIS WOWZA ITS ABOUT TIME YEY
You kick the side of his head with your foot as hard as you can and he falls over, Dave is still screaming and crying and you want him to shut the fuck up.
He's making you more angry by the second and you're sure he knows it. You're sure he's doing it on purpose. You grit your teeth and grab him by the collar in a complete rage, it seems like all your vision is going red with fury as you shout into his ears at the top of your lungs.
"SHUT UP" You repeat, its loud and drowns out everything as you scream into his eardrums, his cries and every pathetic noise he was making is gone. It's all you now. That noise, that awful deafening noise is all you. You love it, you love beating him in more ways then just physical.
His cries are gone now and hes just whimpering as you continue to scream into his head, you stop when he does and now its quiet except the ringing in both of your ears.
That's when you get an idea, something fit to make anyone squirm in their seats. But God you love it, this perfect evil idea that has just nested inside your head. With a swift tap on Dave's nose you smile at him and begin to tie him back up.
"I need to go shopping, why don't we have an early Christmas~?" You ask in a sing song voice as you reach over to Bro's corpse and pull out a wallet from its pocket.
You barely give Dave enough time to stutter what before you're already out the door, whistling as it slams shut and shakes the walls of the apartments around it.
Dave cries silently as he awaits for John to come back. He is afraid of what the other will bring when he returns. Early Christmas? From what he's seen so far that could not mean anything good. In fact, it means the opposite of good. Hell, Dave wouldn't be surprised if John came back with a machete or some shit and chopped off his head.
He had to sit and wait, wait for John to come back. Wait. wait to see what was going to happen. Wait. Wait for what? Death? God, the feeling of dread just the thoughts of anything he could do hurt. His head began to reel with what could happen. 'Wait' a voice in his head repeated.
He was going crazy. Dave Strider was going insane from waiting, and waiting for what he didn't even know. Waiting to wait to die? Hell if he knew. Hell if anyone knew. All he knew was that his brother, his guardian his dad his everything was there, laying dead on the floor. The man who taught him everything hadn't had to wait to die. An accident that was out of hand. Wait. Dave laughed. Why should he have to wait? Why did he need to think so hard of the inevitable? He knew John would kill him. It was only a short matter of time.
Wait.
You return to the apartment where you left Dave, bags fill your arms as you force the door open. You almost laugh as you drop everything on the floor and look at Dave who's nearly asleep in the chair where he was tied up.
"Wakey wakey Davey" You croon in his ear with another poke before going back to emptying the contents of the bags. You don't watch him wake up as you continue to arrange things in a full blown out mock Christmas celebration. Fuck, you even have a tree to top it all off. And presents. So many presents. You pick one up, a orange bag with pink tissue paper, and take it over to Dave happily. "Here, this one is special and all for you." You untie his hands and put the bag in his lap with a smile.
You watch him as he reaches in and... SNAP! The loud noise of the bear trap closing on his hand makes you grin wildly. You can hear the bones crack like dry leaves smashing under feet. You love the sound, Dave's screaming and flesh tearing as he tries to jerk his hand out of the metal grip the trap has on his wrist. His face is twisted into a grimace as he holds in a second scream and grits his teeth to hold back tears.
Its no fun if they don't cry, so you reach forward and tug on his arm with all your strength.
Dave is screaming again as you continue to tug and tug on the trapped appendage. You hear the flesh ripping as you pull harder and harder. Then it happens. You're not entirely sure if what just happened is really possible considering it seems to be something from a bad horror movie but you dont complain as Dave's hand is completely broken, torn and actually separated from the rest of his body.
The blonde's body begins to spasm and his eyes roll into his head, the bloodied stump of his wrist showing exposed blood behind the red. There was so much red, it was everywhere.
Gosh, how was it possible for something to be so pretty? You drop Dave's arm and scurry over to the bags and bandage his bleeding arm and then pull out your knife. Dave's still alive but he won't be for long so you have to act quick. You just hope he's still able to respond as well as before. You cut everything, his legs arms face chest and then finally his neck.
You watch the blood flow out of the corpse and wonder what you can do with whatever you have left.
Your name is Karkat Vantas and you don't know why everyone around you is dying.
You haven't seen John since your date the other day and you wonder if you'd seem desperate calling him. You really want to make sure he's okay what with everyone else dying. You can't lose the boyfriend you tried so hard to get as soon as you finally actually got him. You may have some crappy ass luck but that'd just be ridiculous, what type of crappy God would let that happen?
Actually no scratch that, you aren't even into any dumb human religions what the fuck was that about? You're sure that if they had a spark of truth and that someone else had made them that wasn't you he'd hate you anyway. Or she. Or whatever, the point is that the universe hates you enough already without some extra deity around judging you.
But back to the real point, it seems like all your friends are slowly dying. You remember Terezi saying something a while back about some stupid theory she had before she ended up dead too. She claimed that she knew who was the murderer, that is was John.
You remember, she pulled you away from the group dinner you and the others were having just so she could tell you her crackpot theories about how John was really some crazy murderer after you and all this other shit that you barely even listened to. Of course you don't believe it one bit but you still feel guilty for the last thing you said to Terezi to be "Yeah whatever you're blind you wouldn't recognize a killer two feet in front of your face".
You didn't mean what you said to her then but you were a bit jealous for no good reason. You used to like Terezi but she dumped you flat on your ass faster then you could even count to two.
You sigh and tap a finger on the table in front of you, still debating whether to call John or not before you got too ridiculously paranoid and actually thought too hard about everything that's een happening over this short period of time.
You decide you have nothing to lose and dial John's number in your cell phone with hard and fast jabs, trying to make sure you have no time to back out in between the first and last digit.
He answers within the first ring and tells you he'll see you at a restaurant around 8 o'clock because right now he's busy decorating a tree with Dave and Bro.
You smile at the tree in front of you, red and dripping with blood. The corpses of the Strider brothers lay discarded somewhere, their insides an intestines torn out and now wrapped around the tree in front of you, a beautiful streamer on a green and red tree. You smile and oped the door and head down the hallway. You think there's a lady living down the hall and the tree needs something to be it's star.