Dead Angels for a Prince Ghost

Chapter 6 : Ugly truth

Your name is Karkat Vantas.

And you can't believe what you are reading right now. Just to be certain that your eyes aren't tricking you, you read again and again the last few lines your friend wrote. And as you feared, you didn't got it wrong.

CG: IS IT A JOKE?

CG: IF YES IT IS NOT FUNNY.

TA: iit ii2 not a joke, iim beiing 2eriiou2.

TA: we are all goiing two be 2tuck here, condemned two 2triife wiith underliing2 and bear our retarded con2ort2 for eterniity.

CG: HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

==> Be your lame friend.

You sigh and explain to Karkat everything Aradia told you earlier, from the death of the seadweller to the her own departure to the main timeline. During the whole time you were typing, he didn't said anything, seemingly trying to assimilate all those informations. You thought that it was just as hard for him to understand that there was no hope left as it was for you. Anyone would struggle to accept this fact.

CG: SO THATS IT?

CG: ALL WE CAN DO NOW IS TO WAIT FOR DEATH TO TAKE US?

TA: 2ort of.

CG: JUST

CG: SCREW THIS GAME

- carcinoGeneticist [CG] stopped trolling twinArmageddons [TA] -

"Karkat?"

You said his name without really realising it. It didn't brought him back, and he couldn't even hear you either. Anyway... He just needed time.

"Sollux?"

You slightly jump of surprise as another voice takes you out of your thoughts. You look behind, just to find Feferi at the door of your respiteblock. She is holding her trident in one hand, breathing heavily like if she had to run to come over, which was probably the case.

"Cod, what are you still glubing here? You said you weren't going to be too long!"

"Ff, i-"

"I've lost the count of how many underlings I krilled while you were chilling out here. I got soooooo much grist you'll never bereef it!"

"Actually i-"

"I even had the opportunaty to start to spend a little of it to upgrade my trident and alchemite a lobsta sweet looking things, just like-"

"FEFERI!"

She finally stops talking, starring at you with a puzzled look. You really aren't in the mood for a shit ton of fish puns actually. You feel a bit sorry though for having screamed at her, but you definetly need to tell her what's going on.

"Feferi, we need to talk. Theriouthly."