Song: Sarcasm

Artist: Get Scared

Characters: Ghosts

This one might be a bit graphic, so you are now warned.

Dear Big Baddies of the Game:

Do you remember us? Or does it get muddled over time and you forget who you killed and how you killed them? Do you ever wonder what became of us in the after life? Probably not.

Typical.

We still remember.

Disgusting.

We won't ever forget.

Unforgivable.

We're sick of it. The treatment we receive while living only continues even though we're dead. All you do is abuse us, push us around, treat us lower than the lowest scum of the earth.

(And it is from this from this world of darkness which come the evil, destructive forces of man's nature.)

We won't take it anymore. Not from Lord English. Not from all three damn Jack Noirs'. Not even from those among our ranks. And especially not you orange dude. We have got our Eyes. On. You.

Here is our message for you:

(A ghostly boy steps up to take the microphone, his eyes devoid of warmth and life, the milky pallor of death. The golden aura around him doesn't tell of hope, but of a cold and unforgiving death.)

JAKE: You've got me shakin' from the way you're talkin'

(A girl appears beside him with a halo of blueish light expanding from her personage. She holds up a half mask to her face, contrasting the difference between her emotions of happy with the real ones on her face of sadness.)

JANE: My heart is breaking but there's no use cryin'-

(A young she-troll binds her eyes with a red scarf, wiping some imaginary thing, perhaps blood, off of her face.)

TEREZI: What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes

If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die!

(A boy who wanted nothing more than to fly sits in a chair. His image flickers to a mangled body strewn over the rocks in a gorge.)

TAVROS: Sticks and stones could break my bones

(The shadow of the spidery temptress falls upon him, engulfing him as if they were flames.)

But anything you say will only fuel my lungs.

(The darkness disperses as if by a gust of wind to reveal masses upon masses of the doomed dead. They writhe in torment, reaching, pleading, begging for another shot. A chance. Cursing, seething, seeking for retribution.)

A L L: Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts,

If this is love I don't wanna be loved-

TAVROS: You pollute the room with your filthy tongue

Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up

A L L: Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts,

If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck before an audience of death.

(The floor collapses under the masses and swallows them up into an inky black. A light flashes briefly on another she-troll with knotted hair and torn clothes. She grins and holds her finger up to her lips as if to say to keep this a secret.)

ARADIA: You can be the corpse and I can be the killer~

(She vanishes and is replaced by a skeletal looking troll whose eyes glow a deep shade of purple. A catty looking girl clings to him with an almost vacant look in her eyes.)

KURLOZ: If I could be the devil, then you could be the sinner.

(A troll in similar stature appears back to back with the other troll, holding the head of the one he held dearest, touching noses.)

GAMZEE: You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer.

Everything you've said is like music to my ears-

(The dark is lit up by flashes of red and blue which crackles like lightening. Tortured screams fill the air as two boys with the same blood color are revealed with more blood on their hands than they could save, stuck somewhere between life and death themselves. But what is mortality to a player of Doom?)

MITUNA: You can be the corpse and-

SOLLUX: -I can be the killer!

If I can be the devil then-

MITUNA: -you could be the sinner!

If you could be the drug-

SOLLUX: -then I could be the dealer!

And everything you've said is like-

MITUNA: -MUSIC-

SOLLUX: -to my-

MITUNA: -MUSIC-

SOLLUX: -to my-

MITUNA: -EARS!

(The blood that drips from their hands pools around their feet and gnarled claws grow like mutations from it. They wrap around the boys's legs and with a sharp tug drag them down.)

ALL: Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts,

If this is love I don't wanna be loved-

(The Witch of Life falls from the sky curled in a ball. She looks up and sees the Prince which had pursued after her relentlessly, even unto death. He reaches for her as if that would prevent her from reaching the inevitable. She looks away and turns to accept her fate though she has already received it long ago.)

FEFERI: You pollute the room with your filthy tongue

Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up-

ALL: Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts,

If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck before and audience of death-

Before an audi-ence-

(A boy with the palest hair takes to the scene. A broken sword hangs loose at his side. With each blink of an eye he changed forms each time. First a thirteen year old, full of spirit and cockiness. Then a cool guy that was just getting the hang of his powers. Next an orange feathered sprite, an air of despair around him in mourning for friends he couldn't save. Finally a Knight who thought he didn't deserve to be called a hero.)

DAVE: Fa-il-ure fi-ind me

To tie me up now!

Cause I'm as bad, as bad as it gets-!

(A girl descends upside down, caressing her brother's cheek with darkened skin. The aura of the void clings to her even though it is her anti-thesis.)

ROSE: Fa-il-ure fi-ind me

To hang me up now!

By my neck, cause I'm a fate worse than dead-!

(The darkness envelopes them. A single eye opens blazing golden with multiple pupils. As the spidery voice fills the cavernous area the eye fills red and overflows.)

VRISKA: What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes-

If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die!

(The dead begin spilling forth and piling up.)

ALL: Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts,

If this is love I don't wanna be loved-

You pollute the room with your filthy tongue

Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up-

Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts,

If this is love I don't wanna be hangin' by the neck

Before an audi-ence-!

(One by one they drop off the edge, their numbers too great. But not before the noose catches them and jerks them violently around. Bodies collide in agony. They can't die again like this, already being dead, but that doesn't stop them from feeling pain.)

ALL: Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts,

If this is love I don't wanna be loved-

You pollute the room with your filthy tongue

Watch me choke it down so I can-

(A beam of light shoots forth and disintegrates ghosts upon hosts of ghosts.)

ALL: Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts,

If this is love I don't wanna be hangin' by the neck-

(The ashes of the ghosts blow away. One young troll stands alone. His chest is punctured, red blood trickling from him like he were a fountain. Solemnly he stares into the abyss around him and finishes off the message with an echo.)

KARKAT: Before an audience of death-

:3 I had fun with this one honestly. I apologize for late update. I would have done it sooner, like probably the same day I posted chapter four, but I got really sick right afterwards. And lately my parents have been cracking down on my failing math grade *sobs* Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!

Next Chapter: Ignite (Jade and Jake)