♋ PCG 6

[crusthatecean]

[Audio Hook; Not Filtered]

Okay, so we're all sharing. Perfect. I can't avoid it anymore, so why not? I have to say, I can't manage to give two minuscule fucks about most of your problems, so maybe you won't give any fucks for mine, either, and I'm fine with that. Maybe the town making me spill the partially digested contents of my alimentary canal will finally make me hate it here. Everyone's so ready to find a way out, but my entire species is dead aside from a few of us, and there's a good chance rest of us aren't going to survive, and this place is able to bring some of us back. It's not as bad as all of you think, grow the fuck up.

No one ever asked me to be leader. I just pitched a massive shit fit about it like I always do, and no one wanted to deal with it or cared, so here I am. I guess I just wanted people to show me some fucking respect for once, which is some seriously shitty reasoning, but that's how it is. But I thought I did a pretty damn good job. I mean, all of us were basically huge gaping assholes, but we didn't get too off track and we beat the game in good time and everything.

And then it all crumbled into crusty dry turd flakes. We lost everything and then we started to fall apart and...a bunch of us died. Don't ask me how many, I don't know. Maybe all of us. But I blamed everyone for this shit. Mostly the humans, and I made a huge asshole out of myself trying to troll them, but it turned out it wasn't their fault. I could blame some of us for making a big shit show of everything, but I guess I'm too fucking sentimental and tender-hearted to put the blame for our absolute and total failure at the feet of any of them. Because I actually like them. Most of them. Maybe all of them, I don't know.

But I do know who I think screwed everything up for us. I've never exactly been fond of this douchebag. He got saddled with a mutant blood color that put him somewhere below shitclogged load gaper on the hemospectrum and instead of just dealing with it he hid it from everyone and pretended not to care about any of that like typing in stupid gray font and acting like an asshole all the time would make it not matter to anyone else. But then he decided he wanted to feel better about himself, so he insisted on being in charge and being a leader and went around acting important and making an ass of himself in bullshit memos and then when everything went wrong he just stood there and wasn't able to do anything. When a really good friend of his was killed, he just stood there, and when someone else was starting to lose it he didn't notice until the ship had already sailed to murderous rampage harbor and instead he just got caught up in some more petty bullshit. It's not anyone else's fault or problem because it wasn't anyone else's fucking responsibility, and that's all there is to it. Probably. Or maybe I just can't stand him and I'd rather have the blame resting squarely on his cartilage nub than anyone else's. I never wanted any of you to die, I really mean that.

...Yeah, this is just getting sad now. Not that it wasn't sad from the beginning. And no, I'm not talking about past and future selves, that's always been such a hilariously pathetic cop out. I know I didn't cause everything, but I didn't stop it. I blundered through every step of the way and accomplished nothing. But don't I feel better now for getting that all off my nub? No, I don't. I really don't. If you sat around listening to this pulsating wave of self-pity vomit, go fuck yourself.

[The phone hangs up with a loud slam.]

((You can call him back. Fair warning, he'll probably be pretty awful to anyone who responds.))

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[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

[Slick's teeth are grinding as he listens to the whole thing. Ohhhhh you little son of a bitch he is going to give you such a thrashing guess who's practically jabbing his fingers into the phone as he dials your number and snarling into the receiver.]

You little shitstain. Answer me right now or I'm coming over there and dragging you out.

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[tacklepounce.livejournal.com]

[ There's a long sad silence on this end, and then: ]

I still think you're a good leader.

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Karkat sounds pretty serious here, he should be a good bEsT fRiEnD and listen closely.

...wow, this speech is really long. Who's he even talking about? Gamzee doesn't remember anyone with mutant blood...wait, what colors were mutant again? Purple? Blue? Vriska's pretty scary, maybe it's her. No, hang on, Karkat's talking about a guy. Oh shit, is he talking about Gamzee? Fuck, he doesn't remember if his blood color is mutant or not. Is that why Equius keeps calling him highblood? Well, it doesn't really matter, he's cool with having mutant blood. All the blood colors are pretty. All of them. Hey, he's starmonkey now right, does that mean his blood color's changed?

Yeah, any time Karkat wants to look around, he'll notice Gamzee leaning against his doorframe and staring hard at the veins in his wrist.]

[echidna]

[ Jade doesn't have to listen over the phone, as she is within eavesdropping distance when the call is made. She feels a little guilty listening in like this, but it is a public phone call, after all.

When he finishes, Jade sighs gently, clearing her throat to make her presence her known. ]

Karkat?