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Karkat's POV
You are currently dragging your pathetic wriggler hide through the dark halls of this creepy dank ass meteor in search of your moirail. Though every other time you do so, you never fucking find him. You honestly don't know what the hell you're even doing at this point, but you're already here so might as well look for the chucklefuck in question.
Your mind wanders as you make your way down a narrow corridor, and you think back to the previous night. The night in which you and your human matesprit decided to participate in more intimate activities. You think of the way he had touched you tenderly, kissed you sweetly, and oh, fucked you senseless. You try not to get too caught up in the thought though, don't wanna unsheathe before you have "bro times" with your moirail. Fucking gross. Though you can't seem to stop the smile that spreads across your face at the sleepy, "I love you" Dave had given before promptly passing the fuck out on top of you. Didn't even give you a chance to say it back, the asshole. Of course, you still did. You're not as pan-addled to miss the perfect time for a cliché romcom moment, let alone tell Dave how you feel. The thing that really gets you though, is that you mean it. You love Dave so much you'd question your loyalty to your own self hatred. Which is saying something! And not just that, you love him in the human way. Not just pity in the troll way. At least you think that’s what this is.
The memory fades as you hear a small clanking noise in a nearby abandoned lab. You guess the search for the, as Dave calls him, "high-as-balls purple sasquatch" is over. You wish they’d get along better. Gamzee's actually been sober for quite awhile now, and doesn't wear much purple. But who are you to argue with the nickname logic of the infamous Dave Strider. You quietly saunter over to the doorway and lean on the frame, peering into the room.
"Hey asshole, a greeting would've been nice!" You yell into the darkness, before lowering your voice to a more serious tone. "Is this where you’ve been hiding all this time? Believe it or not, I was actually starting to become worried." You take a step into the room and hear some shuffling start up. Only, it sounds a bit off… You think the worst and begin a full stride across the room towards the source of the odd shuffling, "Gam, are you alright? Did you hurt your leg or something? Goddamit, I told you to stop clicking your ankles with those idiotic clubs!". You stop a few feet away, and cross your arms when you don't hear a response. The shuffling stops, and the glow of white carapace eyes blink up at you. Holy shit, hhhholy shit, that is not Gamzee.
You take a step back, and the thing follows you with eerie glowing eyes. You quickly get into a defensive stance, apparently just in time too, 'cause the thing fucking throws itself at you. It's so heavy, you're barely able to throw it aside as you block. It occurs to you that this may be one of the abandoned carapace soldiers that wandered the inner halls of the meteor. Fuck, and you forgot your sickles. Like a dumbass, you figured you didn't need them as long as you found Gamzee. You try to dodge as it slashes at you with thick black claws, you're a bit rusty with this stuff, so it catches your elbow slightly. You hiss, and lash your uninjured arm at it, scraping the side of its face with your own claws. It rattles at you, the same way the mayor would at a tower of cans that decided to topple over. Not exactly an enraged sound, only one of mild irritation. You're not taking any chances though, so you thrust your fist forward to see how much damage you could get with that. But the carapace does something you didn't expect, and fucking catches your arm. Using it to drag you forward, it throws you hard against some nearby equipment. Augh, fuck, you're pretty sure your arm is broken. You get up from where you fell to the floor, like hell if you're going to let that fucking monstrosity take you down so easily.
It rattles some more, lowering itself to get ready to lunge again. You have no intention of letting it get the upper hand this time, so you charge at it before it gets the chance to spring, knocking it and yourself to the ground. Shit, that was definitely a bad idea, god you're full of those today, because it most certainly does not have the broken arm you do. It grabs you by the shirt and slams you into the hard metal floor, making you feel lightheaded and dizzy. Fuck, now it's on top of you. It’s probably going to kill you. You hiss and weakly try to move yourself away, or push it off. It's a lost cause, but at least you tried, right?
...You're going to miss everyone...especially Dave.
You open your eyes to find that it has a weird, grotesque leg drawn back, one with claws, and you realize this is not going to be a quick death. You squeeze your eyes shut again as it swings the leg forward, but there's no pain when it touches down. You open your eyes slightly, you're surprised to find that you can. You feel yourself slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. It's claws are only resting there, on your lower abdomen. What the hell is it waiting for?
It lets go of your shoulders, no longer pinning you to the ground. You don't want to know what it plans on doing, so with your remaining strength you try to push it away entirely when it starts lifting your shirt. It swats your hand away and looks up at you. Your vision goes black.