That one word forcibly drags you back into reality. Your stupid, freak mutant blood has always been a curse to you. You were sure one day, someone would find out, and that would be that, you would be culled right there. Once Sgrub started, you were placed on a planet full of your own freak blood, just to taunt you. And then when you finally led your team to victory, you thought you had escaped its curse. You were free. No one would care. You could live.
And then.
His punchline-blooded motherfucker.
Those humans stranded you there, and now your curse, your blood, your title, everything that is you is now a motherfucking punchline for that motherfucking best friend.
Blood doesn't just flow. When pushed to your limit, it begins to boil as well.
You equip your SICKLE. Not any special sickle, just your normal one from the very start. You don't know why you still even have it. But now that's enough. You lunge for this human's throat, not even recognizing who he is. He is a human, he is there- He is talking about your blood- and you have one goal in mind.
FUCK YOU! ITS BECAUSE OF YOU FUCKING HUMANS THAT THEY'RE DEAD AND THEY'VE GONE CRAZY AND NOW I'M FUCKING NEXT ON THE GALLOWS SO JUST FUCK OFF AND LET ME KILL YOU ALL MAYBE IF I CAN KILL ENOUGH OF YOU I CAN MAKE A BETTER TIMELINE SINCE I'M FUCKING DEAD NO MATTER WHAT ANYWAY!
[You CAPTCHALOGUE your SICKLE, ejecting another SICKLE at high speeds from the card it took.]
[You can't even focus enough to use a FRAYMOTIF. All this is is wild slashing with your CRABCLAW, with nothing more than the power of your ECHELADDER and your bottomless fury fueling it.]
[You continue your wild swings, screaming all the while.]
AND AFTER I'VE KILLED ALL OF YOU HUMANS I'LL BE ABLE TO TAKE ON ERIDAN AND THEN I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM FOR WHAT HE DID I'LL MAKE FUCKING ARTS AND CRAFTS OUT OF HIS FUCKING TRAITOROUS PURPLE GUTS AND FILL BALLOONS WITH HIS BLOOD TO DISTRACT GAMZEE THEN ANYONE OF US WHO IS LEFT CAN JUST RUN IF THERE'S ANYONE FUCKING LEFT OTHER THAN ME! RUN STRAIGHT INTO JACK'S WAITING FUCKING ARMS. ISN'T THIS JUST A FUCKING GREAT PLAN?!
That one word forcibly drags you back into reality. Your stupid, freak mutant blood has always been a curse to you. You were sure one day, someone would find out, and that would be that, you would be culled right there. Once Sgrub started, you were placed on a planet full of your own freak blood, just to taunt you. And then when you finally led your team to victory, you thought you had escaped its curse. You were free. No one would care. You could live.
And then.
His punchline-blooded motherfucker.
Those humans stranded you there, and now your curse, your blood, your title, everything that is you is now a motherfucking punchline for that motherfucking best friend.
Blood doesn't just flow. When pushed to your limit, it begins to boil as well.
You equip your SICKLE. Not any special sickle, just your normal one from the very start. You don't know why you still even have it. But now that's enough. You lunge for this human's throat, not even recognizing who he is. He is a human, he is there- He is talking about your blood- and you have one goal in mind.
Karkat: Make him pay.]
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Holy shit, have you gone nuts?
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ITS BECAUSE OF YOU FUCKING HUMANS THAT THEY'RE DEAD
AND THEY'VE GONE CRAZY
AND NOW I'M FUCKING NEXT ON THE GALLOWS
SO JUST FUCK OFF AND LET ME KILL YOU ALL
MAYBE IF I CAN KILL ENOUGH OF YOU I CAN MAKE A BETTER TIMELINE
SINCE I'M FUCKING DEAD NO MATTER WHAT ANYWAY!
[You CAPTCHALOGUE your SICKLE, ejecting another SICKLE at high speeds from the card it took.]
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Ow! Will you chill out with the sharp things for a minute?!
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[You can't even focus enough to use a FRAYMOTIF. All this is is wild slashing with your CRABCLAW, with nothing more than the power of your ECHELADDER and your bottomless fury fueling it.]
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I could really use a better option, here! Not-- no!
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AND AFTER I'VE KILLED ALL OF YOU HUMANS
I'LL BE ABLE TO TAKE ON ERIDAN
AND THEN I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM FOR WHAT HE DID
I'LL MAKE FUCKING ARTS AND CRAFTS OUT OF HIS FUCKING TRAITOROUS PURPLE GUTS
AND FILL BALLOONS WITH HIS BLOOD TO DISTRACT GAMZEE
THEN ANYONE OF US WHO IS LEFT CAN JUST RUN
IF THERE'S ANYONE FUCKING LEFT OTHER THAN ME!
RUN STRAIGHT INTO JACK'S WAITING FUCKING ARMS.
ISN'T THIS JUST A FUCKING GREAT PLAN?!
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[one of Jaime's hands switch back to fingers, and he moves to plant it in the center of Karkat's chest and deliver a shock designed to stun.]
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YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!
[You muster all of your strength and rage, and attempt to deliver one more swing.]
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And then, unable to move anymore, you just sob into the ground.]
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... Something happened.
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...
... I'm sorry.
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BEING FUCKING SORRY ISN'T GOING TO BRING THEM BACK TO LIFE.
OR STOP THE FUCKING TRAITOROUS ASSHOLES.
OR GET US OFF THAT FUCKING METEOR.
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