**All that showed up for Codtier was god tier, so I guess I'm using that?? Also, horns are sensitive in this oneshot, but not like SMUT. Like a scratch on the back, a soothing thing, get your minds out of the gutters. Sorry if it's wrong, I'm so fucking tired and I hate West Side Story and I hate my name and I just want to SLEEP, BUT GOD FOR-FUCKING-BID THAT MARIA SLEEPS. Damn. I'm sorry, I just have too many feelings right now.

Enjoy this fucking train wreck of a oneshot.**

I wipe the blood that was leaking from my mouth and growl at the troll before me. 

Karkat's dead.

Terezi is dying.

A weird human is floating, I don't think they're supposed to do that.

"YOU WANT TO MOTHERFUCKIN' PLAY, Y/N?" Gamzee stares at me with a hideous grin. I cut open his scars once more accidentally when playing defense. "We'll have a grand ol' time. DON'T YOU THINK, HONK?" I raise the sickle of my fellow mutant blood and go in for the kill, to my reluctance. 

I don't want to kill him, just to get him out of this shitty sober time. He raises his club, stained with Nepeta and Equius's blood. The surge of sadness shoots to my bloodpumper and I falter in my stepping.

He hits me right in the ribs. 

I cough, fortunately blood not coming out, but my ribs stab pain in me. I get up with my sides aching.

He hits me on the leg.

A large CRACK can be heard. I scream in pain.

Suddenly, his eyes change from the horrid red state to the calm, yellow hue. Then, confusion and pain.

"Y/n?" He looked at my broken body, candy red blood spurting out from my cuts. I can't get up.

"No, No, No, I'm So SoRrY," He whimpered. He crawled over to me and took my hand. His eyes became pools of purple and yellow, my vision becoming fuzzier. The pain begins to become numb.

"GoG, wHaT hAvE i MoThErFuCkIn' DoNe?" I felt my head get lifted into his lap, his stupid codpiece making everything uncomfortable.

"TaLk To Me!" He pleads. I try to, but my vocal chords are dead. Only hoarse chirps come out of my mouth, blood leaking out from an earlier wound. I sigh from pain and exhaustion.

I just want to sleep.

He must have seen the need to sleep in my eyes because he kisses my forehead and starts to calm me down. His hand touches my short horns, making raspy purrs come out of me. The comfort of a familiar touch lulls me into closing my eyes, my labored breathing only getting fainter. I felt my ears dull in hearing. My whole body becomes limp.

Gamzee has killed me.

**My current mood: Pork Soda by Glass Animals. Idk what's even going on in my fucking head anymore.**