The scene was dark and dismal, walls and floor covered in blood, like a rainbow of death. You walk through the puddles of blood, your bare feet making ripples in the liquid. You step over the dead bodies of your friends, their blank eyes staring at you. You lick your lips, the blood that had splattered onto your face tasting sweet.

Your once light grey shirt covered in your own purple blood, the wound from which it came from open and nasty. Your clothes were ripped and torn, but that didn't seem to bother you.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice the knocked over sopor pies. The disgusting green slime still sticking to the metal tin and spilling onto the floor, just like your friends' blood. It doesn't bother you though, since you no longer needed that revolting think pan killer.

Your mouth pulls up into a sickening grin as you notice the troll standing not so far away from you. The troll you once called your matesprit, but you could never be red for a mutant. How horrific.

"OH GOD," the troll whimpers, "NOT YOU TOO."

"yes, me too." You giggle.

"PLEASE NO," he continues, sounding like a grub, "FIRST MY MOIRAIL, NOW MY MATESPIRT."

"SHUT UP," you snap, "i'm not your motherfucking matesprit."

Your grin had dropped and was now replaced to a look of neutral anger. This seems to shock Karkat, who looks at you in horror. You see red tinted tears drip down his light grey cheeks, but it doesn't bother you.

"how weak." You mutter.

You take another step forward, making Karkat flinch. You keep moving forward until you were practically chest to chest.

"YOU BETTER BE READY TO MOTHERFUCKING DIE."

You pull out your strife specibus and move to swing it. You pause when you feel a hand against your cheek.

"SHH."

You flinch as Karkat tries to comfort you. You feel yourself calming down, your once red eyes going back to its usual yellow. But you snap from it with an angry roar.

"STOP IT."

You were pissed, how dare he!

"WAIT, (Y/N)!"

You swing your strife specibus down, hearing a loud crack as Karkat collapses onto the ground. You take a step back and look at what you had done. Your eye twitches as your old feelings for him begin to sink into your blood pumper. Purple tinted tears drip down your cheeks, mixing with the blood and face paint. But still, a grin etches onto your face and you turn around on your heel.

"you better pray to the mirthful messiahs i don't find you."