Inspired by someone known as Cramsalesman, who I will not tag since I already tagged them the first time. Even though much time has passed and it isn't my best work, I still thank them for letting me make this.

TW: Major character death, death in general, knives, gunshots, just general deadly stuff, there's some weird Steins;Gate stuff in here, it's just baD-

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A young man sat on the roof of his apartment building overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. A steel butterfly knife twirled in his hand, a bored expression on his face. Black hair hung into his electric yellow eyes, a black leather jacket over his shoulders. The sun was setting, illuminating his features. "State your name and purpose, nobody is ever on the roof at this time except me."

Footsteps. The man turned around. The butterfly knife stopped twirling. It was open and pointed at the other man. "Nova, am I not allowed to see my boyfriend?" The footsteps stopped. The butterfly knife flipped closed. "Nova!" The man with the knife swung his legs over on to the concrete roof. A noticeable twist had swirled itself into his left leg. The man with the knife hobbled over to the other man. "Kali, you're looking good as ever." The man with the knife, Kali, hugged the other man, Nova. Kali no longer wore a bored expression since his friend was here, he held one of happiness. Nova had been sorely missed, despite only being gone for a few hours. They released each other and walked to the edge of the roof together. They sat down and Kali leaned against Nova. Nothing needed said.

The sun had now set, the stars were starting to show their faces. Kali stood and flipped open his butterfly knife, alert. "What's wrong, Kali?"

A gunshot echoed in the air. Nova had fallen off the roof. Kali stood, unfazed with his knife at the ready.

And he woke up. The sun had now set, Nova had his arm wrapped around Kali. Kali stood and flipped open his butterfly knife, helping Nova to his feet as well. "What's wrong, Kali?" Kali didn't answer. He pulled Nova along to the door of the roof. He dragged Nova inside. Kali's butterfly knife flashed out in front of him in the dim stairwell. Nova's throat was slit. By his knife. Kali looked down at Nova's slashed body and then his hand with the bloody butterfly knife. He fell to his knees on the stairs...

And he woke up. This time, he was in bed. Nova was next to him asleep, Kali's butterfly knife closed on his nightstand. It all seemed like it was okay. Two knives fell from the ceiling.

And they were both gone.