(CHAPTER TWO)
Karkat had finally calmed down Gamzee; the taller, post-snapped troll shaking gently. Karkat tried to give a reassuring smile, rubbing his back as he slid to his knees.
"I'M SoRrY KaRbRo, I ReaLly aM" he mumbled, putting his face in his hands. Karkat only gave a shaky smile.
"h-hey bud, its fine, it wasn't your fault" he spoke, patting his back awkwardly. Gamzee only shook his head, turning his juggling pin to show the side drenched in deep, olive green blood.
"No kArBrO. fOr tHis" he choked out, setting the pin down "SiS LoVeD YoU So mUcH. sHe- ShE WaNtEd tO GiVe yOu sOmEtHiNg tO ReMeMbEr heR By… I mAdE SuRe hEr hAt dIdN'T GeT RuInEd" Gamzee had gotten to his feet and walked away, picking up a slightly bloody box from behind one of the large pieces of machinery, and walking back over.
"Uh, Gamzee, w-what is that?" Karkat chuckled a bit fearfully, scooting away a bit. Gamzee set the box down, looking away in half shame. Karkat reached out, picking up the box. Opening it, his worst fears came true, sitting inside was three pieces of Nepeta's body. Her heart, wrapped delicately in slightly soaked cloth, her unsoiled hat, and her cleaned horn. They sat there, mocking him in their importance. Karkat choked back a sob, picking up the hat and pressing it to his face, closing his eyes to keep the candy red tears back. It still smelled of her; catnip, earth, and chalk from her countless wall drawings. Karkat could barely gain his voice, to ask the only important question on his mind.
"Where's her body Gamzee?" he choked out, looking up at the troll, his makeup smeared and adorned by three indigo claw marks, no doubt from when she tried to fight back. The juggalo troll only shook his head, looking down in shame.
"I cAn'T ReMeMbEr, ThAt's tHe pRoBlEm. I MiGhT hAvE dOnE WhAt ShE aSkEd Me ToO dO wItH iT…" he mumbled, trailing off and still looking away. The mutant-blooded troll only shook his head, taking a shaky breath.
"I-I'm going to look for her anyway" he choked out, standing up. The indigo-blood only shook his head, pointing to a small trail of olive blood, giving a silent explanation of where to start. Karkat only nodded, walking to a small puddle tucked near a few large metal boxes. Equius' body was near, he had been choked with a bow, the string had almost sliced into his neck, shown by the dribbles of blue near his collar bone. karkat swallowed shakily, looking around before spotting where the olive blood led to. It passed through a doorway, but he felt too fearful for the outcome to venture in there yet. Instead, he followed the trail a bit more; which lead to a bloodied recorder, the screen holding the tape cracked and broken. He quickly reached down, and picked up the device, whipping some of the blood away from the buttons. He choked slightly on his tears, rewinding the tape to the first and only recording on there, before finally pressing the button labeled 'Play'.