Dengeki CG -7- Karkat x Reader

TW: Um....things got dark, imo. But this chapter is far superior to the previous. <3 That's all I have to say.


"KAKAT, STOP!" Weak fists pounded against the door as you locked it, turning your head back to the blue-eyed human.

"Karkat, what's going on...?" He murmured, slightly staggering back.

John Egbert. No matter how much of an idiotic dork he was, you always considered him one of your closest friends. But now...he had completely killed your trust. He betrayed you and pulled the stupidest bullshit to ever be conjured up in a feeble human mind. The metal of your sickle met your palm. You closed your fingers around the handle, changing your stance, the other sickle appearing as well.

"Karkat, what the hell are you doing?" John changed his stance as well, going on the defensive and raising his fists. John was decent when it came to fight. You've seen him fight before, and he was better than you, for sure. But with your sickles, you were nigh impossible to beat. You think. You've never fought a human with sickles before, just fists.

"John, you brought this upon yourself." You growled. Troll instincts were slowly overcoming you. You were tired as fuck from lack of sleep, and the more you desired sleep, the more the image of blood and carnage invaded your everyday thoughts.

"KARKAT YOU SON OF A BITCH, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!!" __ yelled.

"What the hell are you talking about, Karkat?"

"YOU KNOW VERY ***FUCKING*** WELL, EGBERT." You lunged yourself forward, raising your sickle. John was slow, his already raised fist covered his face, and you managed to get a slash at his exposed stomach.

"Karkat, holy shit! What the hell are you-?!?!" You lunged again, your fist raised, tightly grasping into the sickle and nailing John right on the jaw. Blood. You drew blood. A pool of blood formed at his mouth, gradually spilling out. He coughed, spitting out his blood. A tooth fell out. He glared up at you, anger obvious. The pounding at the door grew stronger with each growing second. His fist clenched and he wiped his mouth. His own fist went for you. You never were good with reflexes. He landed a blow to your gut, causing you to stagger back, sputtering out curses meanwhile.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TORMENTING HER?! JUST BECAUSE SHE REJECTED YOU GIVES YOU NO REASON TO TORTURE HER!!" You growled, nailing a Egbert with the butt of your sickle. He swiped at your legs, causing you to fall over, losing grasp of your sickle. Sitting on your chest, he grabbed the collar of your jacket, raising your torso. Lifting his dominant hand, he nailed you in the nose. Shit, it was probably broken now. He pulled back, continuing with the punches in no particular order.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!"

"__!! WHY ARE YOU STALKING HER?!" The hurtling of fists ceased. You attempted to open your blackened eye, seeing only a red tinted John looking down on you with confusion.

"...I....that's what is is about? I'm NOT stalking her! Why the hell would you even CONSIDER me?" You opened mouth, your voice coming out in broken bits and staggering to even function. John climbed off of you, falling to his butt on the bloodstained carpet. Red blood. Scattered about. Disgusting.

"All the evidence pointed towards you..." John rolled his eyes and took off his glasses, cleaning them of blood splatters.

"If you broke these...you would've so bought me a replacement." He chuckled. "Do you have any of this 'evidence' on you?" You reached a hand into your pocket, pulling out the card and handing it over to him. He placed his glasses back on, adjusting the, slightly so he could read. "'Long...Live the queen?'" He murmured. "Wait..I recognize this handwriting..." Your ears twitched, your eyes widening with joy and stinging pain.

"Y-you do?" You crawled to Johns side, inspecting the card again.

"Karkat, this ISN'T my handwriting. Mine is smaller and...I make my letters separated. This is broad, squished and....every letter is connected...in a weird fashion..." Getting a better look at the card, he was right. You had seen John's handwriting before, yet..."...it's quiet..." John murmured.

"Quiet?"

"Yeah..something feels off." What was missing? There was something strange about...oh.

"__. She's not banging at the door."

"Could something have..?" You stumbled to your feet, ignoring every string of pain flittering through your person,  tumbling in the process. You hurriedly bring yourself back to your feet, unlocking the door and swinging it open...

Brilliant emerald green eyes looking upon you in shock and worry. Her pale gray skin was fashionably hidden under a green laced umbrella. Why would Kanaya need an umbre- wait..it must be a fashion thing..

"My, Karkat....What happened to you?" She grabbed your arm, guiding you back inside, setting you on Johns couch. "I'm glad Vriska called she told me that she was worried that you and John would be in trouble, and clearly she was right. John, sit next to him. Where is your first aid kit?" Her worried eyes wandered around, seeing the blood that was scattered about.

"In the bathroom..." John murmured.

"Kanaya, this isn't what you th-"

"Karkat, I am your moirail. I understand what is happening here. But please, don't take your black flings to such a-"

"KANAYA." She stopped, looking towards you with utter confusion. "You know __, right?" She nodded. "When you came here, did you see her?" She shook her head.

"H-has something happened?" It was the result you didn't want to believe, but you were faced with no other choice.

"I...I think she was kidnapped."

"...kidnapped?!?!" Card in hand, John stood, limping to over to Kanaya.

"This is the kidnappers handwriting. Does it look familiar to you?" He asked. She took the card in hand, smoothing it out, examining the card carefully, seemingly tracing each and every letter with her eyes.  She nodded.

"This handwriting can only be one...."

"But ***WHO*** is that one??" Kanaya gulped, glancing off to the side. It seems she was in shock.

"Based on the card...the kidnapper...it's Vriska."


====CG, be the Reader


"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!" You yelled at the two. Your fists were growing redder and redder which each time you slammed your fists against the hard wood. Your voice was dying on you, you couldn't yell for much longer. A devious chuckle could be heard from near by. You turned your head to the sides. No one.

"Behind you, human." You whirled around, slightly frightened. A troll sat at the railing, long hair cascading down her shoulders in a wild mess, sloppily hidden by a cerulean hoodie. Her blue lips bore a sadistic grin as her eyes...her eyes. Her eyes were a gorgeous blue, though one was hidden by a black lens, seven red dots arranged in a circle with one at the center. A metallic arm reached up. She was within arms reach of you. She grasped onto your hair, smirking. She hopped off the railing and approached you, swaying her hips in a seductive manner. "Karkat's flush crush...aye?" She mumbled. Her eyes met yours.

Beautiful, dead, seductive, and icy eyes met your own. Your knees were shaking at this point. Fear. You were terrified of her. He metal hand still grasped your hair. She brought it near her shaded face, placing her lips on your hair. "What...do you want..?" You couldn't move. You wanted to move, yet...for some unknown reason, you were just frozen in place. She kissed your hair, dropping the strand.

"What do I want? I want you dead." You eyes widened. Dead? Could she...possibly be..? "Now human, sleep." A wave of darkness flooded your vision. Your legs grew even weaker, no longer able to support your person. You fell into cold, gray arms. A devious chuckle being the last thing you heard.

~*~

You could see, you couldn't speak, and you couldn't move. The devious chuckle from earlier continued its trek.

"Good morning, sunshine." Vriska greeted. You could hear the smirk in her voice. You began to mumble completely illegible words. She groaned, removing the gag from your mouth.

"Where am I?! Why can't I see anything?! Why is it so damn COLD?" You could feel your body shiver, cold air fiercely pressing against your skin. Sighing, she approached you taking off the blindfold.

"You're strapped to a table, WERE blindfolded, and you're nude. Is that a good enough answer? She hissed. Shame overcame your person, performing feeble attempts to cover yourself. Considering the fact you were strapped, you could do nothing. She leaned against the table, raising her hand and placing it to your face. She was...caressing your cheek? "So stupid, so beautiful..." The strength in her hand grew as she pulled at your cheek. "So vile, so infuriating...so seductive, so mouth watering...so disgusting, so ANNOYING!" A metal hand came in contact with your other cheek, a stinging pain growing. This was worse than any other slap you've received. A fucking metal hand. Holy HELL it hurt like a bitch. Vriska moved to straddle your stomach, metal hand grasping at your throat.

"Why the HELL do you have to be so damn ATTRACTIVE TO ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" She raised her fleshed fist, punching you straight in the jaw. You growled, feeling a strong pain in your jaw.she removed the fist from your neck. Giving a single punch to your throat. Your eyes widened, tears flooding as the unbearable pain scattered throughout your person. You gagged. She hissed at you, delivering another punch.

"You humans are SOOOOOOOO fucking WEAK!" She growled. You couldn't downy thing but cough or hiccup. She glared at you. She seemed to be enjoying this torment. She grasped onto your face, slamming her lips into your own. You gasped into the kiss, her taking the chance to grasp your tongue, biting it. She used her real hand to grasp not your shoulders, digging hire nails into your flesh and dragging her nails up and down your arm.  She pulled back, jumping off the table, and heading to the door. She turned to you, flashed a grin, then left the apartment.