NoctePluvia

Blood is really hard to get out of floor tiles. You've been scrubbing the same spot for five minutes straight and there's still pink blood in the cracks between the tiles. Your arm is tired, the sponge is soaked, and you are covered in your dead friends' blood. You've been doing this for two hours straight. The bowl next to you is filled with blue, yellow, and purple blood. As it turns out, when blood colors are mixed together, they make dark brown. The laboratory is filled with the thick stench of blood and death, two scents that fill you with fear and dread, and you are pretty sure the air will never be smell clean again. Just like the flo

     It had been a year. It had been a full year since you've seen anyone, with the exception of Karkat. Not that you blamed them for staying away. If you was able to, you would be avoiding yourself as well.     "HEY, GAMZEE. WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL DAY?" You hadn't even noticed Karkat come in. You had been too busy, thinking. You didn't like thinking. The thoughts were never good.     "not much" Your voice sounded weird. You hated hearing your voice. It brought back more memories. Now you rarely spoke above a whisper anymore.     "YEAH, NOTHING'S REALLY BEEN HAPPENING AROUND HERE." Karkat's never been very good at making small tal