mr_crabbypants: (OH SHIT)
[His shirt is tacky and really, really uncomfortable, but at least his nose has stopped bleeding. Small blessings. 

He's got the PCD in his hand as he pokes his head outside the doorway, checking for more fiery deathballs shooting from the sky. It looks clear--which means it's time for the next order of business. Find Gamzee. 

The video clicks on as he's banging on the side of the PCD, trying to figure out how to get the map function...functional. He doesn't notice, too busy plugging the coordinates for the junkyard in and trying to make sense of it all.] 

Gogdammit, Sollux, why aren't you in this hellhole too when I fucking need you. 

[He picks his way carefully through the city until he comes across the right coordinates, looks up, and--

sees a steaming hunk of twisted metal. Several, actually. 

His heart feels like it's pumping ice.] 

Dammit dammit dammit dammit fucking gogdammit--

[He sinks to his knees, eyes wide, mouth open as he drags in heaving breaths. He's simultaneously hot and cold all over. Fuck. This isn't happening.]

GAMZEE! YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT FUCKASS STUPID--FUCKING--

[His eyes sting and the world goes vaguely red.] 

Don't do this to me. 

DAMMIT, GAMZEE, ANSWER ME!
mr_crabbypants: (GOOD JOB YOU BROKE MY BRAIN)
[Karkat has gone from having an armful of Gamzee to an armful of nothing, and the resulting lack of balance makes him stumble forward, arms wind-milling before he lands on the ground in an impressive faceplant.

He sits up, eyes watering with the sting as blood drips down his nose and chin.]

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

[He pulls off his shirt and presses it to his face to stem the flow of blood, frantically glancing around for any potential witnesses. The room seems empty, and for a moment he thinks he can relax, until his eyes land on a blinking light in the corner of the room.

He crawls over and picks up the PCD, glaring into it as best he can with his face looking like it got into a disagreement with the business end of a sledgehammer.]

FUCK.

[He shakes the PCP, turns it over, and presses a few buttons. Stupid fucking thing won’t turn off.]

Fucking--piece of--SHIT!

[He throws it at the wall. It continues to blink. Mocking him.]

ARGH.

[He sinks down against the wall, shirt still pressed to his face, and glares viciously at the camera.]

[[Permissions post for troll text and the like can be found here.]]

[HMD]

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