WOW THE LAST CHAPTER OF ALL THE KAWAIIS BUT AT LEAST JOHN AND KARKAT HAVE THEIR FIRST TIME. AMAZING THEY ARE SO SUGOI YAOIS
John sat awaiting outside the designated restaurant for his date to arrive. People shot him strange glances as he stared at the bag by his feet with a demented grin. People hushed whispers to each other and pulled their kids away quickly, but John seemed to remain unphased to the strange treatment.
His malicious grin softened when he looked up and saw a flustered looking Karkat approaching fastly, he was facing down towards the ground and stepped forward in large hurried strides with an audible clunk from the slight shuffling of...were those dress shoes?
John was a little shocked to see that Karkat had dressed up so nicely, but he felt it strangely fitting and not just because of the date, by the way he figured it if you're going to die whats the harm of dressing up in your best?
John hopped up as Karkat finally finished the walk over to him, and he greeted him with a sudden: "I don't want to go here anymore."
Karkat's heart dropped and his expression visibly darkened before John giggled and stepped closer to him. "Why don't we go to your place instead? I brought some fun stuff that we can play with when we get there." His blue eyes flickered to the gym bag suggestively, Karkat's face darkening as the thought of doing sexual things with John crossed his mind.
"I- uh.." Karkat stuttered out. He had cleaned his apartment in hopes of John coming to see it, but now that that seemed to be the reality he wasn't so sure how to feel about it.
John hooked his arm with Karkat's, picking up the bag off the ground and telling the other to lead the way to his house.
You watch as Karkat pushes open the door to his small apartment, you feel relieved because now you can finally stop lugging around this stupid bag. You probably brought too much stuff and you know it, theres no way you're going to use all of it with just one kill. But, then again, Karkat is special.
This whole time you have actually been waiting for Karkat. Everyone else was just a little practice course, trying out different things you could do and finding out which you liked best. You wanted to make sure that when you did this, it would be your best work.
You set the bag down onto a coffee table, it makes a concerning groaning sound as it becomes accustomed to the weight of all the items and Karkat looks at you suspiciously, to which you just smile back happily.
"Im gonna go change since we're not actually eating out." Karkat said, pointing to the doorway which you can only assume is his room. He begins undoing his tie and you reach out and stop him with a smile.
"No, don't. You look nice."
You watch as Karkat's face lights up in obvious embarrassment. "Its not like I dressed up to impress you or anything...F-fuckass."
You smile at him, trying to ignore how retarded that sentence he just spewed out was. Yeah, if you ever had doubts of killing Karkat Vantas they all just ended right there. Seriously. Who would even say anything like that?You can barely even hold in your laughter and a little snicker manages its way out under a cough.
Karkat just makes a disgruntled type face towards your way and then shuffles into the kitchen, asking if you needed anything. You nod lightly aware he can't see you and call back pasta with a mischievous smile. You aren't that hungry, at least not for pasta, and really don't plan on eating any. But you also don't plan on letting Karkat finish making it either.
Karkat grumbles something and fills a pot with water, placing it on the stove to boil. He should have known that since they didn't eat out like John had said they would that when they got here he would have to cook something. He wasn't exactly mad or anything, he had wanted to date John after all and even a little last minute canceled date wasn't enough to deter his crush on the other male.
Karkat stared at the pot with a sigh, waiting for it to get hot enough to do anything.
John was doing the same, though not with the intentions of cooking like Karkat had. He bit his lip in anticipation and stood outside the kitchen, waiting to hear the sound of boiling water. He was a little sad that soon this whole little adventure would be over, much like Karkat's life was going to be, but he was also happy about what happened. Maybe yeah it was bad or something to kill someones friends and then kill your 'boyfriend' but at least he had fun doing it, and usually that's all people ever really cared about it seemed.
He paused his thoughts for a moment and listened, the water was beginning to bubble. John stepped into the kitchen with a smile, looking at Karkat's unamused face. He turned and looked at the water, which was indeed coming to a boil.
"I'm working on it you don't have to come in and check on me like a child." Karkat tsked unpleasantly. He wasn't exactly annoyed or mad or anything but John watching him intently with that creep smile was making him a bit uneasy, it was like the other knew something he didn't and wanted to rub it in his face.
John laughed almost playfully. "No I just wanted to come in here and see if you wanted some company!" Karkat raised a brow at this but just shrugged and said yeah.
John shuffled closer to the other and continued to stare intently at the pot on the stove waiting for it to get hot enought to set the plan in real motion. He reached and fiddled with a small knife in his pocket, something that would inflict pain onto the victim but probably wouldn't be able to kill them. Probably.
Your name is John Egbert and the water is finally boiling hot enough for your fun to begin.
You pretty much sprint the short distance to the stove and pick up the searing hot pot with your bare hands much to Karkat's well placed confusion.
You smile at him as the pot burns your hand, the water inside hissing with heat. "Looks like we can finally have some fun!" You sing out as Karkats eyes widen with the realization of being in the room with a killer. So he's smarter than you may have thought he was. Maybe not smart enough but at least he figured it out before things got too serious. You laugh again and splash the boiling water right onto Karkat's face and chest. He screams and you make him stop with one well aimed hit of the still hot pot, smashing it across the side of his face with as much force as you dare. You want him uncious for now, but not dead. Not yet anyway. You have big plans for Karkat Vantas and it'd be a shame if one little mishap were to throw that off.
Karkat falls to the ground like a deflated balloon and lays there obviously out of it despite small little groans escaping from his mouth. You smile and drag him to the living room, hes definitely heavier than he looks but you can handle it.
You drop his legs haphazardly and then scurry over to your bad of toys and dig through them, placing some things carefully down, the things you want, and then throwing other things across the room that you don't care about. Your pile of useful tools is pretty small in comparison of everything else, but you don't mind. You're sure you and Karkat can have fun without that much outside help.
Your name is Karkat Vantas and your head hurts like a motherfucker.
You groggily open your eyes, pain erupting from the back of your head like elephants were trying to stop their way out. Your whole face felt like you feel asleep in the sun on the beach for an hour too long. Youre not sure where exactly you are for a moment, blinded by the light you may or may not be directly under.
Your eyes finally focus, yet they still feel abnormally sore whenever you shut them and or blink. You try to remember what happened, but then you see a smiling John Egbert and it all floods in at once. You practically scream and try to crawl away, the keyword being try. You look down at your limbs which have suddenly disobeyed you and come to the sick realization they've all been broken and mangled. Pain from them shoots up your spine and you can barely hold back a sickeningly loud screech like a battered cat. You look at your hand with wide eyes, the fingers are bent at awful angles, all ten of them.
You let out a scared wheeze, looking up at John in absolute pain and terror with what you assume is tears in your eyes. "What the fuck is going on?" You manage out past the lump in your throat. Thankfully theres not anything actually in it, just a lot of spit in your mouth and shock coursing through your veins.
John makes a dumb face at you, something comparable to a 'doggy pout' expression except his eyes seem to be a little to mean and mischievous to be considered anything remote to a childish expression like that. "Aw, whats wrong Karkat? Not enjoying yourself? And I tried so hard to make such a lovely present." He shrugged and smiled down at you. "Oh well, lets see if I can give you a refund!"
You watch in horror as John Egbert raises his foot over one of your mangled legs, the smile on his face not short of being comparable to complete evil. His heel slams down right across your broken bones and shatters it further, the loud crunch however was not even audible above your blood curdling scream of pure pain. You can hear the faint noise of John's laughing before you slip into another fast bought of unconscious.
Your name is John Egbert and this finale is taking much too long for your tastes.
Karkat's been out of it for another ten minutes and while you have hammered 4 nails into his arms and legs already you don't really want to do much more damage to someone who can't even feel it. You sigh in boredom on his couch, tapping your foot swiftly and switching through the channels on his television set.
Karkat groans from the floor and you flick off sesame street, and what a shame too they were just about to tell you what began with the letter M.
Karkat opens his eyes to see you, and he seems more scared than last time. Maybe its because this time you're a little mad.
You raise a foot up with a smile and slam it down on one of the nails in his knees.
M is for murder.
He screams again, and you smile more, shifting your position a bit to the other knee. You stomp that nail into his leg as well.
M is for merciless
Karkats wheezing and shaking a bit with more tears slowly dripping from his eyes. You assume hes in pain and laugh. You move to his arm and repeat the process once more.
M is for mayhem.
Hes begging for you to stop, to let him live. To take him to the hospital. You tsk at how unfun hes being and hop onto the last nail.
M is for mortal.
Karkat's begging ceases for a moment as he cries in pain, and then, suddenly, it begins again. But different. Hes begging for you to kill him. You smile down at him and then whisper. "M is for mercy."
Karkat's breathing is still heavy and in labor from his obvious pain as you reach for a simple knife. Karkat is your boyfriend and since this is obviously his first time you think you should be a little gentle. He seems a little scared to see the knife but there's something eyes there in his eyes. You have no idea what it is but you don't like it, it seems like hes happy to know you're going to end it. It makes you mad.
You hiss and pull his face closer to you, ignoring his yelps of pain and defiant limpness. You press your thumb into his right eye, harder and harder as he shrieks and whimpers. You crush it and smile when some blood comes out. It looks amazing, you realize, as you pull your hand away from it. Almost...inviting. You lick your lips and imagine everything you could do with it.
Karkat seems scared as you let go and take a small step back, unbuttoning your pants and then pulling down the zipper.
"W-what?" He croaks out, his voice small and terrified. You smile up at him as you pull your half erected penis from the hole in your boxers. He seems even more confused and scared now, and you're sure its not because of your dick itself.
You reach down with one hand and lift Karkats head back up, the other hand still palming at your own erection. He begins to beg you to stop whatever you're going to do and you just laugh again, pulling his head centimeters away from your cock.
You push forward and make a small gasp as your dick makes its way inside Karkat's already partially destroyed eye socket. You can hear him crying but you don't care, not anymore. Your hips buck unintentionally and you press forward even more, ecstatic by the friction the blood and whats left of Karkat's eye. If you could describe heaven it would probably be just this, skull fucking Karkat.
You grip both sides of his head and basically force it back and forth with your thrusts, slowly speeding up and getting more harsh as you become closer to your climax. You can feel more blood ooze out slowly, it makes disgusting squelching sounds as you force it in and out with each movement of you hips. The whole room smells of pennies, burning flesh and sweat, a combination you have become familiar with and learned to enjoy over the course of recent events.
You let out a almost growl as you reach orgasm, gasping softly and pulling out of Karkat's head. A mixture of your spunk and his blood drip out of the hole, his eye now a battered mess thats barely indistinguishable from the rest of the gore. You smile and put the pink matt onto your finger and then force it into Karkat's mouth with little protest on his side. He's unusually quiet and while its a nice variation from the normal screams and begs you are greeted with you also find it distasteful in a way. He knows hes going to die and yet he doesn't want to say anything to stop it or make it any faster.
You've broken Karkat Vantas.
John shrugs and picks up the knife once again after tucking himself back into his pants. He decides this has almost outlived it's fun and whats the point of playing with your boyfriend if there's no satisfaction in it? With a almost nonchalant motion John rams the knife into Karkat's stomach, the other boy making a pained moan at the impact. John digs the knife in deeper and twists it before dragging it across the rest of the boy's stomach, successfully cutting him open across his tummy area.
John reaches inside of him and plays around with Karkat's organs, not as excited as he was when he was introduced to peoples insides for the first time. To be honest now he was kinda tired and bored. It probably wasn't a good idea to jump in and get off that soon, he had originally planned to keep the sexual acts until the end for the grand grand finale but seeing Karkat's eye like that just made it so he couldn't resist himself. Oh well John figured, just meant he could finish this whole game quicker.
Karkat hacked up a bit of blood, spitting it onto the floor and just laying down like a pathetic doll. "Why?" He suddenly asked, his voice quiet which John assumed was just a side effect of someones hand being inside your body. "Why are you doing this?"
John smiled, pulling his hand out and wiping the red liquid across Karkat's burnt face. "Because it's fun." He answered simply with a laugh.
Karkat made a disgusted noise and then made an attempt at a ill humored laugh. "You're hurting me for fun?" John replied with a gasp and a fake appalled voice. "Oh no Karkat, I'd never hurt you."
John picked up the knife and turned it in his hand before reaching forward and pressing it to Karkat's throat. "Look at all I've done for you and you repay me with such mean words. How naughty." He cooed, pressing the knife down harshly and then quickly slitting the other's throat with a laugh. He watched in amusement as Karkat's blood drained from him until he was dead. John waited five minutes after Karkat was officially a corpse and just continued staring like he expected him to wake up.
John looked around and realized for the first time in his life he was truly alone.
Your name is John Egbert and you have finally killed everyone. Well almost everyone.
You shakily stand up, your knees buckling under you for a moment before, like a small calf, you learn how to walk once more. You're clumsy as you make your way over to a large window, like a door except made of complete glass with nothing on the outside except a fall of roughly 20 floors of apartment onto the ground below. You reach forward and press a dirty hand to it and look down at the traffic passing by. You glare. All these people below don't look up, they don't notice you. You don't matter to them. Karkat didn't either. Or the others.
You take a few steps back, then a few more. You look forward at the glass and the dirty hand mark you made on it with blood. You blink a few times, clear your eyes and mind. And then...
You run forward at full speed and crash into the glass. It breaks with only a moments pause, some falls to the floor other parts go into your skin and then some falls with you on the way to the ground.
You thud onto the pavement and though it was only a few seconds fall you swear that was longer than your whole life, people around you still living scream for ambulances but its too late. Your eyes flutter shut and then its silent. Everything is quiet.
You jolt up at the sound of the loud shrieking noise of your alarm clock, back in your bedroom. You look around and try to shake off the feeling of that dream..or was it a nightmare?
You shake your head. It doesn't matter you decide, you have a date to get ready for, but first you have to make a little stop at your friend Tavros' house.
He has something you want to give to Gamzee.