This is the last part, so... yeah :) Also, FIFTY REVIEWS! THANK YOU SO MUCH! Can we try and get it to a hundred by the beginning of September?

"Hello?"

No answer.

Drip.

"Guys? Can you answer me so I know you're there?"

Silence.

"Look, this isn't funny. Karkat? Tavros? Kanaya… Vriska?"

Still nothing.

Drip.

What was that, anyway?

"DID SOMEBODY LEAVE THE TAP RUNNING?" Gamzee shouted.

Drip.

Gamzee turned the corner.

Drip.

There was nobody there.

"GUYS!"

He turned to the bathroom.

Nothing. The tap wasn't running. He doubted water had gone in there for years.

The house smelled, but he couldn't put his finger on what the smell was.

Drip.

He tried to open the bedroom door, but something was blocking it.

"GUYS?"

He slammed into the door.

Squelch.

Squelch?

He slammed into the door again.

Squish.

And again.Squelch.

Again. Splat.

Drip.

One final slam, and the door burst open.

He screamed.

His friends' bodies had been blocking his way, and now they were against the wall where the door had slammed. His brother had painted the wall and the ceiling with their blood, and now it was dripping onto the floor.

Honk.

Gamzee whipped around. Was he still there?

HONK.

The rain started to pour down outside.

DripdripdripdripdripHONKdripdripdripdripHOOONKdrip dripdripdripdripdripdripdripHONK

Gamzee turned round and round in circles. Where was he? He was here. He could feel it. Was he going to die? How did he find them?

DripdripdripdripHONKdripdripdripBEEP

Beep?

Oh, that was a phone. A phone? He'd left his phone somewhere else, hadn't he?

DripdripdripdripBEEP. HONK. Dripdripdripdrip

Whose phone was—oh my God.

Vriska's phone was beeping, and it was still in her bloody pocket. Gamzee dug it out as quickly as possible.

There was one new message on voicemail.

He gulped.

Should I listen to it?

He gathered the courage and pressed the button.

It was only Aranea's message, but of course Gamzee had never heard it before and he started to tear up.

NO. NOT NOW. There are still. THINGS TO DO.

Another honk resounded through the room. The rain grew heavier, but he didn't hear the rain, he heard blood, he imagined it gushing. He saw colours. He saw cherry red. He saw orange. He saw blue. He saw green.

He couldn't make the pain go away. Karkat was dead. Tavros was dead. Everybody was dead.

EVERYBODY. Was dead. THERE WAS NOTHING. Nothing left at all. NOTHING EXCEPT. To. KILL. His. BROTHER.

KILL HIM. Kill him. KILL HIM. Now. NOW.

Gamzee bent down to touch Karkat's face. Kiss him. Kiss Tavros too, and Vriska, and Kanaya.

He walked over to the glass and shattered it with his fist. Shards flew all over the floor, and Gamzee picked a piece before cutting into his face.

Three straight lines. Pain. PAIN. Made him feel better. FEEL ALIVE.

He cut Karkat's symbol into his arm, and then Tavros's symbol. He would've done the rest, but he HAD. People. TO KILL.

He followed the honks into the kitchen. TAPE RECORDER. Of course. THAT. Made sense. AND YET NO SENSE.

He paused the recorder.

There was. A NOTE. On top of the recorder. READ IT. Fucking. ALREADY.

You've been plotting against me? I expected different from you, dear brother. Come visit me some time.

He address was below. THE MESSAGE WAS. Clear. HE NEEDED TO GO. And visit. NOW. And. KILL HIM.

KILL THE FUCKING BLASPHEMER.

He walked through the streets alone. Glass was still stuck in his hand. He was carrying a kitchen knife.

Kurloz. HAD. A nice house. IT WAS BIG. He didn't. CARE.

He was too far gone to care.

"Brother." He opened the door. THE LIVING ROOM. Was empty.

"Brother! Come find me."

BATHROOM. No. KITCHEN. No.

"Come on, I'm in the bedroom! Are you really so dim?"

Ah. OF COURSE.

Gamzee opened the door to the bedroom. KURLOZ. Was just. SITTING THERE. It would be. SO EASY. To stab him. KILL HIM NOW.

"Brother," Kurloz said, looking concerned. SOUNDING. Concerned. "Are you alright? Did somebody hurt you?"

"YOU. FUCKING. KILLED. My friends."

Kurloz's expression turned sad. "Don't look so angry. I was so afraid they'd try and kill me."

"SHUT UP."

"Is… is something wrong?"

"You fucking bet. THERE IS."

Kurloz walked over to him. "Is there any medication you want to take? Are you sure you're alright?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME. You killed the only. PEOPLE WHO UNDERSTOOD. Me. AND YOU SAY. You care. YOU LIAR. I am going to kill you. AND THEN I AM GOING TO KILL EVERYBODY. Because I finally understand. HOW YOU FEEL. I finally feel. THE FUCKING. Pain. AND NOW. I. CAN. JOIN. THE. DARK. CARNIVAL."

"W-what? No, Gamzee, you're not supposed to do this! This is my path, not yours! I love you! You can't-you can't do this, I swear—"

"WATCH ME."

"No… no… did you carve their symbols on your arm?"

"FUCK YOU."

Kurloz took his stitches out. "Stop it… Gamzee, please…"

"YOU. Turned me into this. YOU SHOULD BE PROUD."

"No. No, I'm not proud. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never should've… Come back to me. Be the sweet boy I love."

"DON'T YOU LOVE ME LIKE THIS?" Gamzee yanked the glass out of his hand and shoved it into his head.

"This isn't you," Kurloz said. His eyes were pleading. "Come home. I promise, we'll come home together. We'll rebuild our lives. I'll do it for you."

Gamzee was silent.

"Do you want to go home with me?"

Kurloz held out his hand.

Gamzee walked up to him.

And stabbed him in the heart.

Kurloz's eyes grew wide. His breath slowed, and blood began to trickle out of his wound. Gamzee painted a smile on Kurloz's face like the blood was face paint before painting his own face.

"I'm already home," he whispered to his brother.

Tears leaked from Kurloz's face. "No. I love you."

He fell to his knees, and then onto his hands.

"That's right. BOW DOWN."

Kurloz hugged Gamzee's legs and cried. "Please. Please. Stay with me."

Gamzee walked away to let him bleed to death.

He shut the door.

Kurloz got up. Checked the hole in his chest. He still had time.

Walked. Every step hurt, sent more tears to his eyes. But he had to do this.

Jane Crocker lived right down the street, after all.

He half-walked, half-crawled the distance, then collapsed at her door and knocked with as much strength as he could muster. Jane answered the door, and he possessed her.

"Go," he whispered in her head. "Go save Karkat. He can return my brother to normal."

She walked off with purple eyes to do what she was commanded to do.

Kurloz let himself die.

Gamzee returned to find Karkat waiting for him.

His eyes were wide. "HOW. Did you. SURVIVE?"

Karkat ran up to him and hugged him. "How did you survive? You killed Kurloz? You're a hero!"

He held him by the shoulder and looked at him fondly. "And you must have been so brave to kill your own brother. You are so strong… I'm just… I'm so proud… And then you made your brother come save me! How did you do it?"

"Do… do what?" Gamzee said, confused.

"Well, Jane Crocker came and healed me back to life! And her eyes were purple. So I'm guessing you made your brother come save me, right?"

Gamzee stared. And then he started crying, buried himself in Karkat's arms, and let himself be papshooshed.

Hoped you liked that! Might do an epilogue later, but will probably just do Tavros/Gamzee next :)