Murderparty Deluxe Extravaganza [CLOSED]

[69problems]

Who: The Signless, the Psiioniic, the Initiate, Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, and possibly some others
What: Signless does a Bad Thing and sets off a chain of increasingly Bad Things because of it, a lot of people die
When: Now
Where: In the jungle
Warnings: Exactly what is says on the tin; also, suicide.

[Tag in below! It'd be great if threads could go more or less in chronological order but we all know what's happening when so just go wild. It's a party! A murderparty!]

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[sleeplessinalternia]

"Shoosh," Karkat whispers. "Shoosh. I know, okay? I fucking know. You never... you mean to hurt anybody, you're so-- you're so fuh-fucking weird, but that's okay, I... kind of like it." He coughs--only it's more of a sob. He hurts so fucking much. It's all he can do not to beg for Signless to end it but that's what the fucking Initiate wants. "Leave... leave me. Gonna die anyway. Don't-- don't want you..."

He tries to move his head, to pap with his cheek against Signless' chest. It doesn't work. He doesn't even know if Signless gets what he's trying to do.

"Not your fault," he murmurs. "Initiate... shithive maggots... asshole. His fault. Shoosh. Shoosh. Shoosh."

[carnagecarnival]

No. No, no, no, NO! He didn't come here to hear this, he didn't come for a goddamn pale display that the Signless doesn't even deserve. With a shriek of rage, he grabs the younger Vantas by the hair and pulls him away.

"THIS IS NOT HOW THIS IS MOTHERFUCKING GOING AT TO BE HAVING OCCURANCE!"

Every troll has this weak point. The spot of clustered nerves on vestigial grubleg scars on either side. They hurt like hell when cut at, enough to make some cry out, and so he rakes his claws deep along karkat's side, tearing through the fabric of the shirt. He stares, furiously at the Signless.

"C'mon Signless, don't you think at it would be a motherfucking mercy? WOULDN'T THAT ALL BE LIKE AT TO BE WHAT IT IS? Or is it all the fuck a-sudden, you get at your own moirail, and the cull matters again? YOU CULLED MY MOIRAIL, SIGNLESS! And you ain't even got at in you to do in your own? YOU'RE A CRUEL MOTHERFUCKER, JUST LIKE THE REST OF US, FUCKING ADMIT IT!"

He digs his claws into Karkat's side, deeper, twisting.

"Or prove it was a Mercy as all you said, THAT YOU'RE AS MOTHERFUCKING MERCIFUL AS ALL YOU'VE BEEN CLAIMED TO BE. I can assure, I know how to make the best break, and you and he are far from the best. IF YOU WON'T KILL HIM, YOU WILL WATCH HIM IN AGONY. But I will not take his life. YOU WILL HEAR HIM SCREAM FOR MERCY, JUST LIKE YOU WILL IN OUR FUTURES, THE PASTS OF EVERY SINGLE ONE ELSE HERE, SUFFERER, BUT HE WILL NOT DIE. Not until you let him. NOT UNTIL YOU PROVE THAT WHAT ALL YOU SAY IS TRUE, THAT TAKING HE WHAT MATTERS TO ME WAS JUST!"

He pulls his claws out and drops the mutant to the ground without ceremony. The bright red drips down from his claws over the troll it was from.

[sleeplessinalternia]

Karkat howls in pain. "Don't you DARE!"

[69problems]

The Signless cries out as Karkat's dragged away from him, winces with each twist of those cruel claws. He thinks he's crying, probably, but he can't properly tell. He kneels by Karkat -- maybe his knees give out and he falls, it doesn't matter, he isn't paying attention. The Initiate is right. The Initiate is right, he has to do this or he'll be a hypocrite. More of a hypocrite than he already is. Didn't he always say he hates nothing worse than those who betray their beliefs? And watching this, knowing it's his fault, is too much.

"I have to, Karkat. I can't, I just... I have to. Shoosh, shooosh." With one hand he strokes Karkat's cheek, occasionally papping shakily. With the other he reaches for the rock, still stained yellow.

gdi if it doesn't work this time just go with it

[sleeplessinalternia]

"Dumbass," Karkat croaks. It's hard to see Signless' face. It keeps trying to swim away from him. "Then... then he wins. Don't... don't let him..."

His eyes flutter closed. He shudders, once, and for a moment it seems as if that's going to be it, but he starts coughing, coughing hard, because it's not going to be that easy, despite what movies and television have taught him you can't actually will yourself dead.

Re: gdi if it doesn't work this time just go with it

[carnagecarnival]

Finally, after all else, he addresses Karkat as Karkat. As just another troll wrapped up and involved with this hoofbeastshit. "Win?" He repeats. "WIN THE FUCK WHAT? Ain't no one winning here, little Vantas. WHAT IS LIKE AT TO BE HAPPENING IS THE SIGNLESS FINALLY GETTING HIS MOTHERFUCKING UNDERSTAND ON TO THINGS WHAT ALL HE SHOULD'VE UP AND KNOWN. He is finally getting to learn what all he should have learned sweeps ago. AND HE IS GOING TO LEARN IT HANDS THE FUCK ON."

He looks back to signless. He sees those red tears stream, hears him shoosh the troll he is going to cull. His own teeth are grit tight. His Moirail's necklace weighs heavy and warm on his own cold flesh and beneath it his heart aches in that same cold way. He will give no sympathy.

[69problems]

The thing Karkat doesn't quite seem to get is that Signless cares far, far more for him than he does for his own pride or whatever lesson the Initiate thinks he needs to learn. He brings the rock down.

It takes him a few false starts to get it to connect. Doing it once doesn't make it any easier at all, and here he can't even draw on his feelings of hate and frustration to help him this time. He should have let Karkat teach him more than just defensive fighting, because then maybe he'd know a faster, better way.

"Shoosh." He lets his arm fall into a rhythm, wincing with every sickening crack of his improvised weapon against Karkat's skull. "Shoosh, shoosh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

[sleeplessinalternia]

"Don't," Karkat rasps as the rock goes down. "Kankri... don't... please..."

After that he doesn't say anything.

[carnagecarnival]

He doesn't close his eyes. He watches, impassive, strangely empty. He doesn't even take the time to enjoy the sound, to relish it. He doesn't feel anything as the Signless smashes in the head of his young, identical, descendent. It's just sound. Some meaningless sound beyond the cooling golden goat skull that hangs from his neck.

He leans down, over the corpse, and reaches to bring a blood covered hand up under the Signless's chin. "Look at me," He says, and he forces the Signless's chin up. His words are as low he can make them. All promise and threat.

"YOU WILL NOT EVER BETRAY ME AGAIN. You will not touch my moirail. YOU WILL NOT EVER, MOTHERFUCKING EVER AGAIN, ALLOW YOURSELF TO PRESUME TO KNOW WHAT IT IS I THINK. What all I feel for those what matter me, how much they motherfucking mean. AND WHAT ALL I AM CAPABLE AT TO DO TO THOSE WHAT HAVE EARNED MY IRE. You don't have the slightest goddamn clue of anything."

Roughly, he lets go. He rises up to stand. There's the corpse of the little Vantas. Dead. And the elder, broken, without having to cull him, just as he promised.

His moirail, gone, just a mark of yellow in the grass.

His face twists. His breath comes ragged and off. He spreads his arms wide and he makes a noise that might be laughter or... something else.

"BUT JUST MOTHERFUCKING THINK! You've culled your first two trolls on this day! YOU'VE LEARNED A LITTLE BIT ON WHAT IT'S REALLY GODDAMN LIKE! Keep it in goddamn mind at for the future! IT WILL SERVE A MOTHERFUCKER WELL TO KNOW AND MAYBE TO GODDAMN THINK ABOUT WHEN ALL HE THINKS AT TO TWIST MOTHERFUCKERS AT FOR HIS FALSE TEACHINGS AGAIN!" His arms drop. He swallows thickly. "And maybe, if we're both goddamn lucky, they'll come back to us." At least one of them hasn't been so lucky before.