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"Karcat? She asked as she entered the room. She spotted him off to the right, sitting at a desk and working with something on his computer.
He said nothing in response.
"Ooh! Mew are in here!" She chirped happily as she walked over to him. "So, I've seen me wand Purrezi together a lot lately.
"And?" He grumbled. "Is this more of your stupid shipping shit, because you've already asked me plenty about that today Nepeta."
"I was wondering if mew and her actually had any feelings fur each other. Just a straightfurward question this time."
"To be honest, no. Terezi can be a great friend, but I just don't think of her as any more than that. Are you going to leave now?" He sighed.
"Well there's just one more thing… I've wanted to tell mew fur awhile and I never really knew how so I just didn't but now I kinda feel like it's been furever, " She rambled, becoming more and more nervous with every word that tumbled from her mouth. "I really should but I don't really know how-"
"Jesus Christ." He interrupted "Will you just spit it out. I mean for fucks sake Nepeta."
"Sorry. It's just that, well. I've been flushed for mew fur a really long time now and I just wanted to know If there was even the littlest chance that mew maybe felt the same way?" She said, looking at him hopefully.
He had known about her 'little' flush-crush for a long time now, but had never thought she would have the guts to confront him about it. He sat there, looking at her, his mouth agape. He honestly had no idea how to react. He liked her, honest. He just didn't know how to say it. He never had been an expert on romantic encounters.
Her face fell. She stepped back, apologizing. She honestly had thought that he liked her too. She turned and ran. Fleeing, her face flushed with embarrassment. He tried to say something, anything, but she had already left. He sat, then followed after her. He'd decided that he was just going to be honest. Moments later he had lost sight of her, but he continued in the direction she had went, happiness swelling in his chest.
Broken and rusted machinery whips by , visible for only fraction of a second through to door less openings as she ran through the lab halls. The only sounds she could hear were her own gasping breaths and heavy footfalls as they echoed off the cold walls. Her vision was blurred by the tears that she was so desperately trying to stop. She was panting, gasping for breath, but needed to distance herself from the mess she'd made.
She stopped, lent back against the wall and she slowly sank to the floor. The harsh reality of the situation crashed down over her with an unbearable weight. She hunched forward, letting it sink in. She let her tears run freely now. They created little rivers across her cheeks as they fell to the floor. She replayed it in her over and over in her head. Pictured him sitting there, silent. She silently cursed herself as she hugged her knees. Realizing how stupid it was of her to think that she could ever even spark his interest in the slightest, let alone get him to like her.
She looked down at her hair. Cut short to mimic Terezi's. He seemed to like it on her, so why didn't it make a difference for Nepeta? She spread her legs out forwards and moved her attention to her thighs. She never had liked her thighs. They had always been to big, to muscular, to thick. Aradia said that they were amazing and that curves were a wonderful thing, but she can't see it.
She extended her claws then, dragging the sharp tips across the outer side of her leg. Her sadness had morphed into hatred and she directed it all towards her body. With swift strokes she made inch deep gashes in her leg reaching from her inner knee to just below her outer hip effectively filleting her skin into ribbons.
The agony had been instantaneous ,and black spots had swam in her vision as she watched her olive toned blood gush from the wounds. It all faded to black as she watched the green pool spread underneath her.