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[crusthatecean]

Who: Karkat, Terezi, Gamzee, others
Where: 1338 Benny Road
When: December 22
What: Gamzee and Terezi decide to have a talk with a certain irritable troll
Warnings: character injury, blood

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[lynches]

[Terezi knocks on the door of 1338 Benny Road. She's eager to see her kismesis/matesprit- it feels like ages since she saw him last, for some reason.

And, of course, they've got some... business to take care of.]

[miraculls]

[He grabs her hand and starts heading up the stairs.]

As the highest motherfucker in this land, I'm declaring execution as the only sentence all being fitting for a brother this diabolical. Now we just gotta carry it out.

[lynches]

I am at your command, your most honorable highblood~. [She practically skips up the stairs with him, speaking in a sing-song voice as if this is all a game to her- and perhaps that's the frightening part. It is. All of this is just a game.]

[miraculls]

[He's honking one of his horns louder and louder as they get nearer to Karkat's door and knocks almost politely once they get there, although one look at the dangerous grin on his face and the gleam in his eyes makes it clear what his intentions are.]

Open up, mysteryblood. Let's have a motherfuckin' chat all friendly-like.

[crusthatecean]

[He can tell just from Gamzee's tone this is bad. He's afraid, both of what Gamzee might do to him and of how much he knows he cannot let this happen because he will get his Gamzee and Terezi back and for their sake he cannot let Gamzee kill him like this. His hand is trembling when he picks up his sickle and opens his window, ready to jump out if it comes to it.]

Need your matesprit for protection before you talk to me? Fuck off.

[lynches]

[Terezi laughs and laughs and laughs and grips the doorknob. Unlike Gamzee, she is not willing to be patient- not now.]

Would you listen to the filthy little fucking dirtblood! Wow, you're just asking for it now, aren't you?

[She jerks the door open.]

[miraculls]

[He laughs too, dark and low as he drapes himself over Terezi's shoulders from behind.]

Yeah, you really scare me, my insotent brother. I am all about just motherfuckin' quivering in my shoes from how terrifying you are.

Why don't you read him his charges, sweet thing? Let this scumblood know what he's all dying for before we see what he's hiding inside.

[crusthatecean]

Green! If you're so obsessed, I'm a fucking lime blood, so enjoy that, assholes. I guess I was just ashamed of my fluorescent puke blood around all you impressive highbloods, that's the obvious explanation here. So go share your sickening flip lust elsewhere and leave me the fuck alone.

[He feels an odd guilt lying about his blood, like he's at once betraying his fellow lowbloods by not claiming their color, implying it isn't good enough, and also embarrassed at the thought of being caught by his highest blooded friends trying to pretend to be something so much better than what he is. But even though he has to lie, low green is the highest he can even think to claim. Not just for the guilt he would feel pretending to a friend's specific shade, but also because it feels all too obvious he's nothing near a green. To claim to be blue would be suicidal to him, when he feels like he's so transparently lowblooded.

Even so, he doubts this desperate move will change anything, and he's ready to strike as soon as the door opens.]

[lynches]

[There's a knife in Terezi's hands all of a sudden. It's just an ordinary kitchen knife, but she wields it with a certain, cheerful blankness.]

Oh, we're in luck, Gamzee! That's one of our favorite colors, isn't it?

[Once she gets a look at the other troll, there is no recognition in her eyes. She just sees a troll their age- nothing more than that. There's no sign that she recognizes Karkat at all.]

Let's see. Charge number one- deception, and- [Her eyes land on the sickle and she bursts out laughing.] Oh, look! He's going to play, too.

[miraculls]

Lime green would look awful pretty against all that disgusting starmonkey red. Even if I think he's all done spewing bullshit out his motherfuckin' seedflap.

[He smirks before vanishing in a blur and reappearing in front of the window, blocking off the only way of escape.]

Shit, in that case, we can't all be disappointing our newest motherfucking friend here. Let's play, motherfucker.

[crusthatecean]

[He slashes hard at the flicker if movement behind him. He doesn't want to hurt Gamzee at all, hates the idea of cutting him open, but he doesn't want to hesitate on that. It would be selfish of him to refuse to fight them. Still, there's an automatic hesitation to his moves that are unintentional, but, in a fight against such skilled opponents, potentially fatal.]

[lynches]

Hahaha!

[She's not worried about Gamzee for a number of reasons. First, he's ridiculously fast and strong- there's no way Karkat could land a fatal hit, in her opinion. And even if he did, well, it's not like Terezi wouldn't laugh at seeing Gamzee bleed anyway.

She's going to have fun with this either way.

She takes advantage of Karkat's distraction to reach for one of his arms to try to twist it up behind his back. She and Gamzee are strong enough on their own; together, they are one fluid force, able to work together without needing to communicate, each of them accommodating for the other's weak points.]

[miraculls]

[He brings his arm up and takes the slash, laughing wildly as indigo spills down his hand and licking it off.]

You are just too motherfucking slow, brother!

[He knows without having to check that Terezi's already in position; they've played this game many times before, after all. Colors flash as he opens his modus and withdraws a club, slamming the end into Karkat's stomach. It's not hard enough to be potentially fatal or even break anything - he doesn't want to end this game too quickly - but certainly hard enough to hurt.]

[crusthatecean]

[His focus is on Gamzee, hating seeing him injured even when it was my his own design, so he doesn't notice Terezi grabbing his arm until he's twisting in his grip. In turn, trying to struggle free by slashing wildly behind him leaves him unprepared for the blow to his stomach, which knocks the wind out of him badly enough for him to drop his free hand.

It's too painful to think much, but he is able to feel humiliated that after resolving to really try and fight them, it's made no difference. At this point he might be better off giving up and trying to survive by being an uninteresting captive, but his pride won't allow that. Besides, he knows what they'll find if they break the skin. He doesn't want to think it would matter to Terezi and Gamzee, but if he thinks sentimentally he's in deeper trouble than he already is.]

[lynches]

[Terezi laughs and absorbs the impact through Karkat when Gamzee slams him with the club, keeping him held firmly. Despite her size, she's strong, stronger than she ought to normally be, and she flips up her knife, bringing it around to Karkat's throat in a mockery of a cradling motion. She smiles at Gamzee over Karkat's shoulder.]

Oooooh, that wasn't hard at all. Our little limeblood here obviously can't swing a sickle to save his life!

[She and Gamzee have done this so many times before, of course. So many times they would try to run. The stupid ones would try to fight, they'd thrash and scream and pronounce their innocence.

None of them ever escaped.

Terezi presses the blade close and coos cheerfully into Karkat's ear.]

I need a blood sample for my investigation, too.

[She digs the blade in against the delicate flesh there, just a little bit- only enough to break the skin and let the blood well out.

Terezi's in no position to see its color. It's Gamzee who will get an eyeful of it first.]

[miraculls]

[He leans in close to where Terezi has the knife put to Karkat's neck, eyes hungrily locked onto the blade pressing into the skin. At first he thinks the liquid slipping out is a rust red -- but the color's far too bright for that and he rears back in shock, complete revulsion on his face.]

Holy mother of fuck--!