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Terezi==> Be Kanaya
You are now Kanaya.
You are currently reading aloud to your sleeping moirail, Terezi. Your words glide at the text in front of you, the troll gently rumbling in a purr lying amongst textiles.
It was your favourite thing to do, read books to your dear Terezi as she basked under a warm light. From non-fiction to fantasy. She says she likes fantastical literature only ironically. Whatever that means. At times, she holds your prong. It makes you sigh in affection.
You awaited when she woke up and told you about her dreams of timelines far beyond what would be plausible. In a way, it's a story for you too. An equal exchange of different worlds through speech.
You would do anything for her.
You hear something light fall on the ground. Pulling the book down to see behind it, you see a paper airship on the floor of the block. You put a bookmark inside and set it down on the pile as you come and take the folded up piece of paper in your palms.
You unfold it carefully. As you see with your ganderbulbs it reads:
sis.
ROOF. NOW.
bring the puppet.
;o)
You look back to your moirail. She's in a deep sleep. You give her a kiss on the tippy top of the thinkpan, before leaving to collect the absolutely garish puppet. You capchalogue it so you won't have to look at it again.
You're looking at the piece of paper again. Pulling it down, you see the stairs in front of you. You gaze above and start to make your way up. Step at a time.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four
Another.
And another.
Before long, you're at the top of the stairs. You transportalise to the roof entrance. Five empty glass tubes sit on the left. You wonder what those are for.
You finally see the void of a sky in front of you. Everything is quiet. Gamzee sits at the end of the edge. You have a slight feeling that's something wrong. Like... You two aren't supposed to be here.
You clear your chagrin tunnel and begin to speak. "Gamzee? What Did You Need To Talk About?" You emphasize every word you utter. Gamzee turns his thinkpan around. He gets up in a way that puts you off. You swear you hear a snap as he adjusts his thinkpan.
"you're not terezi." Gamzee whispers. He looks at you with disappointment.
"AS MUCH AS SHE SNOOPS AROUND SHE'S NOT EVEN HERE." He yells.
"She Is Resting." You answer bluntly.
"then tell her to get her muthafuckin' ass over here." He breathes in, probably to scream, "SO I CAN KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO HER SKULL."
That won't do for you. You already get your weapon out of your specibus. You glare at him.
"Don't You Even Think Of Hurting My Moirail. Don't Push Your Limit, Gamzee." You warn him.
"then i'll just hurt her mentally." he chuckles under his breath
"STARTING WITH YOU."
Gamzee flips one of his clubs in his hold. You on the other palm, convert the lipstick to a chainsaw. The sound buzzes through the surroundings.
Kanaya ==> Strife!
You are surprised by Gamzee's speed. He leaps to strike you from above, which you block off with your chainsaw.
The moving blades slip on the clubs.
You push him back. You ready your weapon.
Gamzee stood there, breathing in and out like a wild animal. He honks loudly, as if he is roaring at you.
He runs towards you. He strikes again, focusing on your thinkpan.
You block it again.
His clubs disappear and he surrounds your breath pole with what looks to be karkat's sickle.
Gamzee brings you closer. He grins, showing his sharp teeth. His ganderbulbs are red. You admit that it scares you.
You swipe up to saw off his left prong.
Purple blood sprays as the chainsaw cut through his skin.
It prompts Gamzee to stab you with a lance. Tavros's lance.
It stabs through your digestion bladder. You gasp.
You drop the weapon.
You yourself drop to the floor.
The last thing you see is Gamzee's wicked smile.
You close your eyes.
Kanaya ==> Be Terezi
You are now Terezi.
You wake up from a prophetic dream involving Kanaya and Gamzee on the roof. You didn't see much until you're awake again. You take in the smell of the pile of fabrics. Your eyes open to see that Kanaya has gone missing.
That's definitely not good. You think that the events of the dream may be happening right now. You quickly put on your glasses and head off to the roof. Something here definitely stinks of danger.
One stair climbing montage that wasn't interesting enough later, you arrive to smell something off. Something that smells of mint. You walk around the corner and sniff the air. And then you smell from afar-
Kanaya is Dead.
You were too late. She's gone.