John hadn't heard from Karkat or Dave in quite some time. This was unusual. He decided to message Karkat first.
EB: hey Karkat! Are you there?
CG: OH. JOHN. HI. IM SURPRISED TO BE HEARING FROM YOU.
EB: oh? Why?
CG: OH MY GOG YOU DIDNT FUCKING HEAR..
EB: Hear what?
CG: UH. ITS DAVE. HES GONE.
EB: what do you mean he's gone..
CG: HES FUCKING DEAD. I SAW HIM DIE..
EB: And you didn't try to save him! Karkat how could you? How could you just stand there and let him die! I trusted you!
CG: ITS NOT MY FAULT! MAYBE IF HE WASNT SUCH A FUCKING ASS HE WOULDNT HAVE ENDED UP AT THE END OF MY GOG DAMN SICKLE.
EB: you.. You killed him..
CG: YES I FUCKING DID. HE HAD NO RIGHT SAYING ALL THE SHIT HE DID. HE RUINED OUR LIVES.
CG: HELLO?
CG: JOHN?
He was gone. John was betrayed by the one troll he trusted the most. And now. The one he loved the most was dead. He sat on his bed, looking down at the ground. Tears poured from his eyes, hitting the floor.
"Dave.. Why.." He stood up, and walked to the bathroom, where he sat in the tub. He grabbed a small razor out of a drawer. He might as well feel the pain physically. He pressed the cold steel to the skin on his arm. He pulled it slowly, causing dots of blood to grow. And drip.
It was hours. With each minute, another cut. Another slicing seering reminder, that he was all alone. He got weaker, breaths shorter and eyes heavier. He crawled out of the blood stained tub, staggering over to his computer. Where he opened up a message with Dave.
EB: hey.. I know you won't see this but. I love you. And I'm saying good bye to the world now. Because you were my world. I don't want to be here without you. And I don't ever want to see Karkats face again. If anyone sees this.. Come find me. I'll be here.. Good bye.
John weakly saundered into the kitchen where he grabbed the sharpest knife he had. And with the last of his strength, pulled it through his neck. The crimson flowed out of his neck, a waterfall reflecting his pain. He fell to his knees, landing in a puddle of his blood.
There was a small ping from his room.
TG: Dude, what the hell?
TG: Im fine. Karkat must've been fucking with you. He seemed pretty pissed when I left. He probably wanted to hurt you.
TG: dude?
TG: John? I'm coming over.
Dave ran to Johns house as fast as he could, bursting through the door.
"John?!" He ran into his room, and then the bathroom. His eyes widened. Red stained the white tub, the instrument of his pain lying on the ground. Dave ran out into the kitchen. That's where he found him.
"J-john.." He fell to his knees, lying his head on his friends back. Johns heart didn't beat, his lungs didn't fill. He just lay dead in Dave's arms. Dave swore his heart broke right there. He felt a churning pain in his stomach, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"John.." He dropped his glasses, slamming his fists on the ground. "Dammit come back to me!! You can't be dead you can't! All of this shouldn't have happened!"
For weeks upon end no one heard from either of them.
Until Karkat went into Johns house. Which is where he found them.
John was in Dave's arm. And Dave hadn't moved. He didn't eat, or drink. He stayed there until he died in the arms of the one he loved. Who trusted and cared.
And karkat saw what he caused.
