CHARACTERS:
faygot & a whole lot of friends victims.
location: Carnival
WHEN: Midnight 14/03
status: Closed
STYLE: Starting off in third, will match yours after.
note: will include depictions of violence, possible gore, physical and mental torment, and death. Proceed with caution.
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The sixth joker's card - Wraith )
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But Tavros wasn't sure why he came here. Especially not after Gamzee's...message.
Speaking of his friend. ...Is that Vriska's...hoodie? And Nepeta's hat? Plus some other accessories that Tavros isn't sure that Gamzee had before...]
G-gamzee?
[Yes, he does sound frightened.]
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you should crawl.
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C-crawl...?
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A FUCKING PEASANTBLOOD
should stand in my presence?
[He turns a little, a hand set on his hip. And in the cheery lights of the carnival attractions, the bloodstains on his clothes are vivid bright.]
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[He stopped, now noticing the blood on his person. One color really stuck out to him though. Blue. Vriska. And since Gamzee was wearing her hoodie... Did that mean--
Tavros took a step back, not completing that thought. A loud clank of his metal foot.]
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MOTHERFUCKING UNDERSTANDING ALL IN YOUR HEAD?
we are free.
THE GRUBSUCKER IS GONE.
it is just me.
AND ME.
and you.
SHOULD KNEEL.
[Gamzee turns and slowly starts to advance on Tavros. And where his steps used to be so clumsy and meandering, they are now purposeful and swift -- one foot coming down with a hard thump and another softly.]
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He couldn't take on Gamzee. He couldn't!! Gamzee was...his friend! He needed to--needed to get away.
He turned, absconding time. The only thing he was good at.]
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SHE WAS MOTHERFUCKING RIGHT.
you really aren't good
FOR FUCKING ANYTHING
are you?
[Gamzee quickly closed the distance between them, reaching out to grab the back of Tavros' shirt before he could abscond, yanking him down onto his ass by his feet. Resting one hand on his shoulder, he leaned down again, a grin just by Tavros' ear. And this close, Tavros could probably smell the blood on him -- the blood dripping down the cuts on his face, Nepeta's blood, Vriska's blood.]
that looks better, motherfucker.
FINALLY IN YOUR PLACE.
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[He fell, yelping. That smell...was disgusting. All that blood. It almost reminded him of that one time, with Vriska. He cringed, trying to turn his head away. Struggling as well, he needed to get away from here. Somehow.]
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CAN YOU, FUCK-UP?
couldn't even save her.
COULDN'T EVEN FIGHT ME
what is the
MOTHERFUCKING MATTER, SHIT FOR BRAINS.
it is not like we are friends.
[Gamzee's fingers dug harshly into his shoulder to keep him from squirming away. He wasn't done motherfucking talking here yet.]
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Tavros whimpered out.]
G-gamzee!! Why a-are you d-doing this!? W-why??
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BECAUSE I FUCKING CAN.
this is my role.
MY FUCKING BIRTHRIGHT.
[He pulled Tavros back a bit so he was forced to look up at him, a momentary look of contempt before he grinned at him wide and mocking.]
just like you are
JUST ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKING
casualty.
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[Tavros struggled more, almost thrashing. Left, right. He tried to look anywhere. Anywhere that wasn't Gamzee. He couldn't bare to look at that mocking grin. Not from his 'friend' Gamzee. He just--couldn't. Brown tears were already forming.]
G-gamzee!! [Such a pathetic cry.]
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crying already.
HOW PATHETIC.
i guess killing you
WILL BE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING
favour to the world.
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Gamzee!! St-stop!
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