(She pulls you away. You're dimly aware that she's talking to you. However, you think you might have gone into shock. You don't blame yourself. You just killed your boyfriend. Oh god. You're about to cry harder again. You make a high pitched noise. Some part of your brain tells you that's called keening. It's what some people do after the death of a loved one. The noise doesn't last long. No more than a second, before you're sobbing again. Rose puts her arm round your shoulder. She's crying too. Why did you kill him? Why didn't you do something else? Anything else? The logical part of your brain tells you that he would have killed you. Then anyone else that Lord English wanted. You're in Rose's house. When did that happen? You look around, starting to come out of the stupor you were in.)
"Rose?" you call out tentatively. She walks out the kitchen, two cups in her hands. She gives one to you. You take it and sip it. Some sort of tea. You lean back and sigh. Rose is looking at you expectantly. Did she ask you something? You shake your head to focus yourself.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Do you feel up to talking about ...it?" You nearly choke on your tea.
"I... I'll try." You start off ok, telling her about the odd messages from pesterchum, to him being the one in there with you. You manage to tell her about how Dave fought the control with your voice only slightly cracking. You skip over some of the insults that were said, and it was him that broke your nose. You only have to pause a few times when telling her of the fight. But at the end... You just can't get the words out. You can't tell her how it was you that stabbed him. How it's your fault he's not here. The lump in your throat just won't let you talk. You see Rose offer you a tissue. You realise you're crying again. You take one and wipe you eyes. She says something like how it wasn't your fault he's dead, wasn't you that stabbed him. You just look down at the last statement. Tears drip onto the sofa, onto the carpet (onto his skin). She inhales sharply.
"Oh... Oh, John." You look up slightly startled. There was no malice in the words. No hate like you expected, (like you deserved), only pity. She comes and sits next to you, and hugs you. This doesn't help the tears. They just flow. And flow. And don't stop flowing. Why won't they stop. You feel something drip onto you head. Rose's tears. You've never seen Rose cry before now. Before you... killed him. Stabbed him through the chest. Oh god. You murdered your boyfriend. You might have said the last bit out loud, as Rose is now rubbing your back, telling you it's not your fault. You manage to stop crying, and smile shakily for Rose. You don't believe her. She can tell, but doesn't say anything. For that, you're grateful. When you get out of here, you're going to need a therapist. You chuckle slightly at the thought of explaining the game to a therapist, trying to convince them it's real. Rose gives you an odd look. You explain. She smiles too, then tells you that before the game she wanted to be a psychologist. You smile.
"So, when I need my problems analyzing, all I need to do is call Ms. Lalonde. She won't think I'm mad when I talk about the game." She grins. A knock on the door interrupts them. Rose stands up and walks over and opens it. Karkat barges in, Terezi trailing behind.
"WHY THE EVERLIVING FUCK DO I HAVE DAVE PESTERING THE SHIT OUT OF ME, ASKING TO GET JOHN ONLINE?" You stare blankly at him. Rose looks at Terezi.
"H3'S B33N P3ST3R1NG M3 TOO." You can feel yourself start to crack. Rose makes a subtle gesture to Terezi, somehow conveying that Terezi should use her powers as a seer of mind on John. She does. And pales rather quickly. She gets her phone out and starts typing furiously. Karkat is looking bewildered.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? WILL ONE OF YOU NOOKSUCKERS EXPLAIN?" No-one replies. Rose and Terezi are pestering Dave. You are just staring at the wall. Dave's... not dead? You feel hope flutter in your chest, before it's quickly crushed by a random memory A just death requires that they deserved to be killed, for example through becoming corrupted and being slain by a hero. You bury you face in your hands (leave a gap for your nose, yes well done john) as tears start to fall silently. Terezi notices (she's got good eyesight for a blind person. wait. didn't dave say something about her getting her eyesight back?) and shepherds a protesting Karkat outside. You hear him shouting for an explanation. Rose sits next to you and wraps an arm round your shoulders. You lean gratefully against her. She hands you a tissue. You wipe your eyes, blow your nose, remember that Dave broke your nose and have new tears spring into your eyes, wipes your eyes to get rid of the new tears and ask her if it's possible. She shrugs and says we should hope so. You remind her of of the fact that she's a seer. She tells you that Dave's future is clouded. You sit slowly up after a few minutes and take your phone out your pocket. Rose watches you. You start pestering Dave.
- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] -
EB: dave?
TG: oh thank god dude
TG: why havent you been replying
TG: is everything ok?
EB: yeah! sorry i just got distracted...
TG: so i think I found where you were...
TG: but it looks like youve escaped
EB: huh?
EB: oh yeah!
EB: i'm with rose!
TG: jooohn
TG: why didnt you tell me
EB: uh...
EB: i forgot?
TG: ...
TG: egbert
TG: really?
TG: jfc dude
TG: are you ok?
EB: i'm fine!
EB: how're you?
TG: much better now that I know youre alive
TG: where are you?
EB: rose's
TG: ill be there soon
You take a deep breath and smile shakily. You spend the next half hour pacing about the place. The door opens. Dave pokes his head round, knocking as he does.
"Dave!" you yell and fly into his arms. Literally flying, you're that happy. He stumbles backwards slightly and hugs you back .
"Hey John." He nuzzles his face into your neck. "I'm so glad you're ok." You kiss him on the cheek, tears falling from your eyes. He brushes the tears away with his thumb.
"You ok?" You nod unable to speak and pull him close again. He whispers something in your ear.
"A̶̵͕̘̦̾ͨ ̡̜̆ͪͥͫ̔ͮ̚̚̚k̬̻ͬͫͮͭͩͩ̂̿̀͠n͔̼͍̦͍͎͖͊͊̀́i̘͕̟ͬͨ͒̎̚͢g̨͉͇͚̠̦̞̓̀̒͆ͮẖ̸̸̥̦̲̱̰̗͈̠̊ͯ̅ͫ̑̐t̙̻̫̝͓ͥ͑ͪ ̺̮̥͇̼̦͙͖̤̃ͮ̐͘͟a̰̘͕̥̞̅͒̒͆́́l̶̏̈̑ͯ͋ͯͯͫ҉̩̟̣w̡̹͓̲̭ͬ̉͂ͩͧͪ͡ͅä̠̇̏̎̑͗ͅy̐͆͆̒̊ͩ̑̀̚҉̼͔͚́s͔̭͇̪͖̦̺͗̉ ͈͎̬͔̝̟̯̼̉ͦ̅ͦ̊̑̈ͯ͗s̷̛̫̠̜͚̒ͭ͒ͩ͂͋́͗ͧę̷̛̗͍̦͙͈̤̟̓̊̌̎̃̐r̭̱̗̐̔̑̽̽̓ͣ͗̈͜ͅv̫̍͂͂ͥͥȩ͇̰̬̜͇̻͓͑s̵̨̘̲̦͇̙̥̬̟̝̋̋́̋͜ ̡͓̠͊̐ͯ̊ͣͣͥ̅hͯͨ̔̃̀҉̧̥̳̬į͓̜̳̣͈͒̅ͦͮ͗ͦͥ̚s̴͕̫̪͉̻͈͎̮͋̊̑͒̓̌͊̈ͯ́ ̶̴̡̲̩̳̯͓̹̳̣̾̇̒̊l͒ͨ̓̿͊ͭ̇͏͎̦̣̼͠͝ͅo̸̺̖̠̓͘r̴͔̬͕͖͈͍̝̆̏̚d̻̼͕͚̎͌̔̔̚"
AN: before you spam me hate about how he shouldn't revive, i think the fact that he wasn't corrupt when he died mean he can come back. (also, i like this story so i want it to carry on) and i found an incomplete version of the original death. no i'm not going to post it, it made me cry just reading it. that's what i saved you from.