Nepeta watched as her moirail was painfully brought down on to one knee, she viewed with a horrified expression on her face as the indigo blooded subjugglator approached the kneeling blue blood, she stared from the distance as a troll she once called a friend strangled her closest friend with the string of a broken bow. Now the clown has turned around and seems as though he is leaving. As he turns, Nepeta kicks the grate of the vent off and pounces at him, her claws out and a look of hatred on her face. Hearing the grate clang against the tile floor, Gamzee turns around to face the vengeful girl who is leaping at him from the vent. Nepeta's readied claws are just a few inches from Gamzee's face when he grabs her wrist and holds her dangling by it as he scrapes the cold blades across his own painted face, leaving indigo gashes as he makes a cracking sound with Nepeta's wrist in his grasp. He throws the girl down by the recent victim's blue faced, smiling corpse and draws his clubs. Nepeta looks up as the clown as he whispers "honk" with each step he takes. He steps in front of the little troll and shouts "HONK" then takes a hard swing at her skull. Nepeta shouts in pain, and then she is hit by another. She drops from her crouched position, crying out in pain and squeezing her eyes shut as the beating of clubs to her skull grows more rapid, along with his shouting. Olive blood begins to come from the newly formed wound, splattering on the two as he continues to swing the clubs against her head. Soon Nepeta's pain fades and the noise around her muffles and she opens her eyes to see her moirail's smile as her vision darkens, she always loved his smile. She finds this to be a beautiful last thing to see. A translucent, green tear rolls down her grey cheek as she gives a small smile as her faint, wavering breath dies and her sight goes black.
