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Your name is Vriska Serket, and your entire world has just come crashing down at your feet.
You’re currently standing in Tavros Nitrams’ living room, after inviting yourself over to discuss his feelings for a certain Mr. Makara. You convinced him to invite Gamzee over to tell him how he felt, and you hid in his room, listening to their conversation. You built up with love-filled guilt to open the door to them kissing, interrupting their kiss. You discovered that you in fact had feelings for Tavros whilst in his room. You are in no way impressed right now.
“You don’t need someone like THAT in your life, Tavros.” You spit, making sly eye contact with Gamzee as you do.
Suddenly you feel the taller, sleek male tower over you, pinning you against the wall, pulling down on your hair.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” He hisses. You smirk at his dominance and you see Tavros in the corner of your eye freak out.
“STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU.” He calls a surprising dominant and assertive tone in his voice. “I DON-“Gamzee cuts him off.
“Hold right one motherfucking second Tav, I need to just do something.” He grins down at you menacingly, pressing down on your shoulders before grabbing your hair, pulling it as you whimper in pain, before being kicked down to the ground as you sit on the floor, your eyes welling up in hate filled pain. He lashes at your face, scratching at the left side of your face, the trickle of blood following his cut. He turns back to his frustrated lover, smiling in glee at his action as you look up at him from sitting on the floor, your tears close to escaping your eyes. You’re too stubborn to let your tears flow, as you blink them back, observing the scene between them.
“NO, GAMZEE THIS IS WRONG, W-WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” Tavros somewhat shouts at his flushed friend, a surprised gasp escaping the clowns’ mouth.
“She fucking deserved it, what she said. She is a motherfucking bitch to EVERYONE.” Gamzee attempts to convince him, but Tavros is taking none of it.
“No, she didn’t deserve any of that, she’s my friend, regardless of her flushed feelings towards me.” Tavros begins to explain, as he walks towards you, picking you up off the floor. You smile up weakly at him, sobbing quietly in pain. Gamzee turns around and scowls at you, with an evil glint, as if he enjoyed hurting you, in his eyes.
“Just fucking leave her bro, she’s dirt.” Gamzee directs at him, before grabbing his arm and pulling him into a separate room, leaving you in a pile of tears as you collapse back down to the floor.
You take a couple minutes before composing yourself, walking into the kitchen and leaving a message written on a torn piece of paper that you found on the fridge:
Tavros,
I’m so so sorry.
Please 8e happy.
Tear marks stain the paper, before you leave the building, closing the door quietly behind you.
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The walk back to your abode is lonelier and longer than usual, as this walk is more than familiar to you. The brisk, cold October wind chills you to the bone, as you pull your jacket closer to your skin, allowing your tears to stream silently down your face, but whether it was from the encounter you just had or the near violent cold wind is questionable.
Your hood is pulled over your face for most of the walk, turning your exterior of a teenage girl into that of a stalker, a creep. A nobody. You keep your head down as blood leaks from your face, holding your hand up to it as you try to fight the urge to cry fully until you get home.
You eventually arrive home, and immediately make your way to your room, sprawling onto your bed and sobbing into your pillow.
“I’ve really fucked things up…” You think to yourself, before falling into an emotion-filled sleep.