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Green pools on the floor, next to spatters of deep blue. Nepeta’s soft head lies resting peacefully in the middle of the puddle. But her eyes aren’t so peaceful. Even glassy and staring, they shine with the same fear she felt in her last moments.
Why hadn’t she stayed hidden? You ask yourself. Why couldn’t she have just done what you told her to do? How could you let this happen to her?
A comically oversized shoe prods her corpse, and a lilting, low chuckle comes from the troll who owns it. Gamzee looks at you from your dead moirail’s corpse, slouching awkwardly, as though he has no spine. His eyes are red, and make him look like a demon with his smudged face paint.
“I almost feel bad for her,” he says to you, as though it were a joke. “I thought she’d be dead after the first five hits.” You can only stare back at him in horror, sweating like a sieve. “Oh well, I’ve been known to miss. It’s nothing she didn’t deserve.” He says it like a joke.
“Excuse me,” you stammer. Why are you being cordial? “Excuse me, highblood, but…” his face is suddenly holding an impatient glare that makes you swallow hard. “Why did she deserve to die?”
“Because!” he roars at you suddenly, as though it were the obvious answer. You shrink back a little. “She’s lower than me. All of you motherfuckers are lower than me.” His glare is like a lance through you, and you avoid looking him in the eyes.
“But, I don’t see.” You complain quietly. “I don’t see why she had to be struck down, in the method that you did. Or at all.” Your tone is apologetic. But Gamzee is suddenly laughing again, and you dare to look up.
“Didn’t you see? She motherfucking attacked me. That’s the only reason I need, motherfucker.”
“But she was defending me!” you say, louder than you realize. The grin on his face is gone once again.
“So?” he asks quietly. “We engaged in combat, and she fell. She lost. I can motherfucking not make it any simpler than that, bro.” his tone is quiet. “What happened to you? Since when did you ever question my motherfucking wisdom? Since when did I ever give you permission to judge my wisdom?”
You lower your eyes. Not out of respect, but out of fear. The caste system you have had faith in for all these years is failing logic. Nepeta is dead, slaughtered by the highblood you’re supposed to worship. And you let it happen. For once, you don’t know what to do. And it scares you.
Gamzee shrugs, a club in each hand, and sighs. “I guess I’ll have to punish you as well, for your motherfucking transgressions. Stay right there for a moment.” He sets a green-coated club down in the puddle, next to Nepeta’s body. His hand strokes her head once, then grasps her blue hat.
And you suddenly lose it.
The next few moments are a blur to you: An indistinguishable bellow, Gamzee’s surprised yelp, the snapping of bone, the tearing of flesh, a snarl made from pain, a club splintering in your hand, and an indescribable rage coursing through you.
You find yourself holding Nepeta’s corpse, sobbing in a very undignified manner. You don’t care. You couldn’t fathom why you would care. You went against something you based your entire life around. You fought the troll you were supposed to be willing to lay down your life to. And all of it for dear, sweet Nepeta. And you don’t even have her now. Everything you hold dear to you has been ripped from you in only a few moments. You have nothing.
You feel as though something inside you snaps. You are a broken troll. You have nothing anymore. You ARE nothing anymore. You are Void. And it hurts.
Everything fades to black as you cradle her gentle face in the dark, your tears staining it blue.