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It was being a real motherfuckin' struggle, I can tell you that. But I ain't gonna be opening my new present without my darling girl there to see.

[He darts in quickly to nip at Terezi's bottom lip.] Hide-n'-go-cull's always been one of my favorite games. Especially the motherfuckin' finale.

It'll be a goddamn spectacular! You are too good to me. [She giggles breathlessly, eyes widening in anticipation of the events to come. It'll be nice, putting this lowblood in his place. And Mayfield's good, in that way- if they get carried away, well, he'll just come back. And they can play with him again and again and again.]

And if you're not just going to kiss me I'll take care of it myself. [She leans up to full-on press her mouth against his, edging him beyond the doorway and kicking the door shut behind her.]

Only the best for my finest of sisters. [And okay, hunting down Karkat can wait for a few minutes while Gamzee proceeds to shove his tongue down Terezi's throat and maybe try to sneak in a well-timed boobhonk here and there.]

[He noticed Terezi coming in while watching the window, and he thought it might be a good time to get a sense of what's happening. Even like this, Terezi will keep Gamzee in line. Instead, he gets an eyeful of this business. He was meaning to be quiet but he accidentally drops his sickle and has to pick it up.]

[She's all too happy to let Gamzee boobhonk her while trying to tear new wounds into his tongue with her teeth, but then she hears that sound, a faint thud from upstairs, and pauses in the midst of her makeouts.]

Mmm, what was that?

[He licks teal and indigo off his lips, glancing up the stairs.]

Seems like our newest brother done thinks he can land a free viewing of the show without a motherfuckin' ticket.

[He wants nothing to do with this; it looked maybe black to him, but he can't tell for sure, and either way, it's kind of uncomfortable to watch Gamzee feeling up his matesprit.

He isn't quite aware he's been noticed, and he ducks back into his respite block.]

[She looks up just in time to catch the blur of Karkat's retreat; she laughs wildly and wipes the blood off of her mouth with the back of her hand.]

Oh, look! He is already running.

[He watches Karkat backpedeal amusedly, making no move to chase after him...yet.]

Now correct me if I'm being wrong, but ain't spying supposed to all be a motherfuckin' crime? Be a real shame if he all what escapes justice - whoops, sorry, I mean justits.

[Can't hear them, so just sitting in his room feeling crappy until they come in.]

Mm, that's right! My, my, he is already racking up the charges. Withholding of information to a representative of the law, spying... Talk about shitty first impressions!

[She bounces on the balls of her feet, looking excitedly towards the stairs.]

I wonder what sort of punishment this merits.

[He grabs her hand and starts heading up the stairs.]

As the highest motherfucker in this land, I'm declaring execution as the only sentence all being fitting for a brother this diabolical. Now we just gotta carry it out.

I am at your command, your most honorable highblood~. [She practically skips up the stairs with him, speaking in a sing-song voice as if this is all a game to her- and perhaps that's the frightening part. It is. All of this is just a game.]

[He's honking one of his horns louder and louder as they get nearer to Karkat's door and knocks almost politely once they get there, although one look at the dangerous grin on his face and the gleam in his eyes makes it clear what his intentions are.]

Open up, mysteryblood. Let's have a motherfuckin' chat all friendly-like.

[He can tell just from Gamzee's tone this is bad. He's afraid, both of what Gamzee might do to him and of how much he knows he cannot let this happen because he will get his Gamzee and Terezi back and for their sake he cannot let Gamzee kill him like this. His hand is trembling when he picks up his sickle and opens his window, ready to jump out if it comes to it.]

Need your matesprit for protection before you talk to me? Fuck off.

[Terezi laughs and laughs and laughs and grips the doorknob. Unlike Gamzee, she is not willing to be patient- not now.]

Would you listen to the filthy little fucking dirtblood! Wow, you're just asking for it now, aren't you?

[She jerks the door open.]

[He laughs too, dark and low as he drapes himself over Terezi's shoulders from behind.]

Yeah, you really scare me, my insotent brother. I am all about just motherfuckin' quivering in my shoes from how terrifying you are.

Why don't you read him his charges, sweet thing? Let this scumblood know what he's all dying for before we see what he's hiding inside.

Green! If you're so obsessed, I'm a fucking lime blood, so enjoy that, assholes. I guess I was just ashamed of my fluorescent puke blood around all you impressive highbloods, that's the obvious explanation here. So go share your sickening flip lust elsewhere and leave me the fuck alone.

[He feels an odd guilt lying about his blood, like he's at once betraying his fellow lowbloods by not claiming their color, implying it isn't good enough, and also embarrassed at the thought of being caught by his highest blooded friends trying to pretend to be something so much better than what he is. But even though he has to lie, low green is the highest he can even think to claim. Not just for the guilt he would feel pretending to a friend's specific shade, but also because it feels all too obvious he's nothing near a green. To claim to be blue would be suicidal to him, when he feels like he's so transparently lowblooded.

Even so, he doubts this desperate move will change anything, and he's ready to strike as soon as the door opens.]

[There's a knife in Terezi's hands all of a sudden. It's just an ordinary kitchen knife, but she wields it with a certain, cheerful blankness.]

Oh, we're in luck, Gamzee! That's one of our favorite colors, isn't it?

[Once she gets a look at the other troll, there is no recognition in her eyes. She just sees a troll their age- nothing more than that. There's no sign that she recognizes Karkat at all.]

Let's see. Charge number one- deception, and- [Her eyes land on the sickle and she bursts out laughing.] Oh, look! He's going to play, too.

Lime green would look awful pretty against all that disgusting starmonkey red. Even if I think he's all done spewing bullshit out his motherfuckin' seedflap.

[He smirks before vanishing in a blur and reappearing in front of the window, blocking off the only way of escape.]

Shit, in that case, we can't all be disappointing our newest motherfucking friend here. Let's play, motherfucker.

[He slashes hard at the flicker if movement behind him. He doesn't want to hurt Gamzee at all, hates the idea of cutting him open, but he doesn't want to hesitate on that. It would be selfish of him to refuse to fight them. Still, there's an automatic hesitation to his moves that are unintentional, but, in a fight against such skilled opponents, potentially fatal.]

Hahaha!

[She's not worried about Gamzee for a number of reasons. First, he's ridiculously fast and strong- there's no way Karkat could land a fatal hit, in her opinion. And even if he did, well, it's not like Terezi wouldn't laugh at seeing Gamzee bleed anyway.

She's going to have fun with this either way.

She takes advantage of Karkat's distraction to reach for one of his arms to try to twist it up behind his back. She and Gamzee are strong enough on their own; together, they are one fluid force, able to work together without needing to communicate, each of them accommodating for the other's weak points.]

[He brings his arm up and takes the slash, laughing wildly as indigo spills down his hand and licking it off.]

You are just too motherfucking slow, brother!

[He knows without having to check that Terezi's already in position; they've played this game many times before, after all. Colors flash as he opens his modus and withdraws a club, slamming the end into Karkat's stomach. It's not hard enough to be potentially fatal or even break anything - he doesn't want to end this game too quickly - but certainly hard enough to hurt.]

[His focus is on Gamzee, hating seeing him injured even when it was my his own design, so he doesn't notice Terezi grabbing his arm until he's twisting in his grip. In turn, trying to struggle free by slashing wildly behind him leaves him unprepared for the blow to his stomach, which knocks the wind out of him badly enough for him to drop his free hand.

It's too painful to think much, but he is able to feel humiliated that after resolving to really try and fight them, it's made no difference. At this point he might be better off giving up and trying to survive by being an uninteresting captive, but his pride won't allow that. Besides, he knows what they'll find if they break the skin. He doesn't want to think it would matter to Terezi and Gamzee, but if he thinks sentimentally he's in deeper trouble than he already is.]

[Terezi laughs and absorbs the impact through Karkat when Gamzee slams him with the club, keeping him held firmly. Despite her size, she's strong, stronger than she ought to normally be, and she flips up her knife, bringing it around to Karkat's throat in a mockery of a cradling motion. She smiles at Gamzee over Karkat's shoulder.]

Oooooh, that wasn't hard at all. Our little limeblood here obviously can't swing a sickle to save his life!

[She and Gamzee have done this so many times before, of course. So many times they would try to run. The stupid ones would try to fight, they'd thrash and scream and pronounce their innocence.

None of them ever escaped.

Terezi presses the blade close and coos cheerfully into Karkat's ear.]

I need a blood sample for my investigation, too.

[She digs the blade in against the delicate flesh there, just a little bit- only enough to break the skin and let the blood well out.

Terezi's in no position to see its color. It's Gamzee who will get an eyeful of it first.]

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