Saturday, 4 May 2013
09:45:52 PM (GMT)
Now your nightmare comes to life.
You do. Really fucking loudly. Your breathing is jolting and there are streaks of
pale red over your face from your tears. That was fucking terrifying. This is why
you don't usually trade your recuperacoon for a human bed.
He had dragged you. Fucking dragged your pathetic ass down to his level...
And the worst thing is, at the start, you're not sure you hated it.
Sleeping is easy, it's what comes after that needs attention.
Fine, smartass... CG: Dream
Where the hell are you...?
CG: THIS ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY-
CG: WHY... WHY CAN'T I MOVE?
As the world comes into focus, you see a room of white, with walls streaked with all
the colours of the rainbow. This is too weird.
CG: HELLO? FUCK. IS ANYONE HERE?
TC: bRo I wOnDeReD wHeN yOuD wAkE tHe FuCk Up.
CG: GAMZEE? GAMZEE HELP ME WHAT'S GOING ON?
CG: ARE YOU THERE? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!
You hear a small, suspiciously quiet shuffle from behind- you could have sworn there
was a wall there- followed by a muffled hOnK.
TC: RuLe OnE bRo.
TC: nEvEr TuRn YoUr BaCk On ThE mOtHeRfUcKiNg BoDiEs.
Your breath snatches again as you feel a presence behind you, and you curl into a
TC: ItS a StRaIgHt JaCkEt BrO. lIkE iT? hOnK
CG: THE FUCK IS A STRAIGHT JACKET? GET ME THE HELL OUT OF THIS THING!
TC: rElAx MoThErFuCkEr... LiStEn To ThE mIrAcLeS...
No sooner have the words left his lips, you hear a bell. Another follows it, and it
takes you a moment to realise that they're playing a tune. A tune you recognise.
Memories of the words play through your mind. Memories of the lullabies.
CG: WHERE AM I?
TC: I lIkE iT hErE... bUt ThE hUmAnS cAlL tHiS a NiGhTmArE.
TC: aNd ItS mOtHeRfUcKiNg AlIvE bRo.
You blink, and when your eyes open again you're lying down, staring at a ceiling as
it whizzes past. There are men in surgical masks hovering over you, and even though
you can't see their mouths, you get chills as you realise that they're smiling.
You cannot talk.
You cannot move.
You are Karkat Vantas, and you have never been more fucking terrified.
??: stay still dude
??: 1T WONT HURT. 1 SW34R 1T WONT.
??: Please Karkat, Just Stay Still. This Won't Take Long, I Assure You.
??: pa22 me the 2calpel?
Red tinges your vision as a numb sort of pain sears through your stomach. The kind
that you know should really fucking hurt, but doesn't. At least not yet. You aren't
worried. You're sure the pain will come in its own time.
GC: YOU TRUST M3, DONT YOU K4RKL3S?
CG: DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT.
CG: DONT YOU FUCKING DARE, PYROPE.
GC: DONT YOU 3V3R G3T S1CK OF B31NG H4T3D, K4RKL3S?
GC: 3V3RYBODY DO3S. H4T3 YOU 1 M34N.
GC: 1 US3D TO LOV3 YOU. PROP3R LOV3. NOT TH3 CR4PPY P4L3 OR BL4CK K1ND.
GC: BUT 1 4LW4YS H4D TO S3COND GU3SS YOU. 1 GOT BOR3D. 1 4M BOR3D OF YOU.
CG: T- TEREZI...
GC: 1 HOP3 TH1S N1GHTM4R3 FUCK1NG HURTS YOU. HURTS YOU TH3 W4Y YOU HURT M3.
CG: TEREZI... IM SORRY TEREZI...
GC: S4V3 1T V4NT4S.
CG: I AM... IM SORRY...
You fade away under her unseeing glare, but reach out to her anyway. Of course, she
ignores you, crushing your hope even further as you glimpse Gamzee step into view and
take her hand.
No no no.
Wake up Karkat...
You useless fucking piece of SHIT WAKE THE FUCK UP.
Karkat: Wake up
You sit bolt upright, but you aren't covered in a cold sweat. This isn't right.
No, of course.
You can't wake up. Not yet.
Your nightmare's not over.