Dave gets bạn a job as a waiter. soon enough, Dave also gets a katana press against your larynx. He was reciting how bạn must, yes bạn don’t have any other choice, die in order to reach eternal life. “To reach god tier,” as he states.
Now, bạn and Dave were best friends. Well, actually, bạn would like to believe bạn two still were. Many ask you, do bạn know about Dave Strider? Of course bạn do, who doesn’t?
The tip of the katana pools around your adam’s apple, it’s silent and cold. Not a single whisper would escape the blade as it slice your head onto the debris cover floor, unlike the gun pressing against your thigh. Surely, bạn had enough skill to mute a gun. Simply bởi drilling holes into certain vital points in the barrel. Thus making the exiting bullet just underneath the speed of sound, leaving it golden as ever. Though due to your lack of esteem and most all coordination, bạn will fuck up. Even with Dave’s help, bạn will fuck up. Fucking up means your scrawny đít, mông, ass wrist will explode faster than the building bạn and your best friend, Dave, is standing.
“Trust me bro, this ain’t death.” Dave reassures. “It’s eternal slumber, babe.”
Dave em bé you, caters to you. Always calling bạn with sweet talk lingering off the tip of his tongue, those nicknames,” babe, sweety, honey, cupcake.” Always promising bạn the downfall of corporation so bạn can get out of that shitty accountant job at your dear nana’s baking empire. bạn accept the bittersweet lies knowing, acknowledging that Dave would rather tình yêu Karkat Vantas.
bạn would mock Karkat but right now, Dave is eyeing bạn from behind those damn shades. The very shades bạn got him.
bạn are John’s Infatuation for Dave.
Is this really an infatuation? bạn sat around listening to Dave’s rambles bạn gave him his first beating and he, he gave bạn meaning. hoặc so it seems.
Dave kept his katana press against your throat and bạn can only speak out in vowels without piercing skin. bạn admit, the homemade anime sword was in great quality. It doesn’t take much to make a shitty đít, mông, ass sword. Gulping hard, bạn begin to pan out the process.
Steal some fucking copper from an abandon house and some metal from a car. Whether that car belong to someone hoặc not, that doesn’t concern you. bạn gotta act like those damn không gian trolls if bạn wanna climb this mountain. Let’s get to it, bạn have the metal, now supply the heat. Painstakingly melt the two together, beat the shit outta it with hammer and soak it in a bath tub filled water cold enough to make your Karkat’s tim, trái tim look like a fireplace.
bạn know this because Dave knows this.
Nine minutes.
We as humans always kill what we love. Then again, that’s a double edge sword. Pun intended.
Dave leans towards bạn and with ease he guides the blade along your throat. bạn smell him. The musk mixed with Nitroglycerin but most of all, smuppets. Taken back, bạn allow your spine to curve along the back of the chair, trying to avoid Dave as much as bạn could. He knows you’re avoiding him, how? Because.
He is Dave Strider.
Eight minutes.
His shades strike a certain lighting where bạn could see the smolder glare. Your breath hike and instantly bạn were được trao a new scent, smoke.
41 stories up and 3 down from the roof, bạn only imagine the Mischief Committee of Project Scratch escaping the building just as the demolition team would run down the building The English building. Where, if they keep up this pace without single doubt in your mind, they will hit plush rump and sit off this domino.
Just as this place blows, the trolls would linger in the crowd enclosing the area. They tham gia with the pointers and the awe’s, all but ignorant to fact that their leader is about to break your tim, trái tim and get away with murder.
Seven minutes.
Tomorrow in the newspaper, photo’s would be taken at every angle and then be splash about. Poor Ms.Rose Lalonde’s front cover issue about her latest New York Time best seller would have to put on page two for your story, for your tragedy.
Five minutes.
Karkat would be the only eyewitness, the only reliable nguồn to this mishap. Reporters would swarm him asking,” How did bạn know Dave Strider?”
“Because I fucked that asshole.”
He replied as he flick off the cameras and storm off to some thrift store and buy another suite of the best man.
Karkat is apart of this strange tình yêu triangle. bạn want Dave, Dave wants Karkat and Karkat wants you.
bạn had admit before Dave loses his cool and finally snaps your neck with metal, that the whole point of this operation was not to fuck with the man but Karkat Vantas. This vòng tròn circles back this man: the anarchy, the explosion, the excoriation of mind and soul was for this man.
Truthfully, bạn don’t want Karkat yet he wants bạn while he ignores the fact that Dave wants him. Sure enough, Dave doesn't want you, John. Dave doesn't want bạn and wants to get rid of you. Not because he doesn't like you. It has to do with the fact that bạn are getting in his way of getting his prize. That prize being Karkat. This sick tam giác has nothing to do with love. This fuck up sex Scandal has to do with ownership of property that rightfully belongs to what Dave belives is his.
Without Karkat Vantas, who is Dave Strider?
Four minutes.
You’re wasting time.
“We’ll become legend, don’t bạn want that?” He pushes the tip of his boot onto your groin, your needy, greedy groin.
Yes, bạn answer, bạn want to become a legend. Have your name spread across textbooks of he public education system. bạn nuốt, nhạn once more.
Dave, bạn croak, dude, don’t you? I’ll make bạn into a legend. Unlike those không gian trolls, I’ve been here since the beginning.
I remember everything.
Three minutes.
Now, bạn and Dave were best friends. Well, actually, bạn would like to believe bạn two still were. Many ask you, do bạn know about Dave Strider? Of course bạn do, who doesn’t?
The tip of the katana pools around your adam’s apple, it’s silent and cold. Not a single whisper would escape the blade as it slice your head onto the debris cover floor, unlike the gun pressing against your thigh. Surely, bạn had enough skill to mute a gun. Simply bởi drilling holes into certain vital points in the barrel. Thus making the exiting bullet just underneath the speed of sound, leaving it golden as ever. Though due to your lack of esteem and most all coordination, bạn will fuck up. Even with Dave’s help, bạn will fuck up. Fucking up means your scrawny đít, mông, ass wrist will explode faster than the building bạn and your best friend, Dave, is standing.
“Trust me bro, this ain’t death.” Dave reassures. “It’s eternal slumber, babe.”
Dave em bé you, caters to you. Always calling bạn with sweet talk lingering off the tip of his tongue, those nicknames,” babe, sweety, honey, cupcake.” Always promising bạn the downfall of corporation so bạn can get out of that shitty accountant job at your dear nana’s baking empire. bạn accept the bittersweet lies knowing, acknowledging that Dave would rather tình yêu Karkat Vantas.
bạn would mock Karkat but right now, Dave is eyeing bạn from behind those damn shades. The very shades bạn got him.
bạn are John’s Infatuation for Dave.
Is this really an infatuation? bạn sat around listening to Dave’s rambles bạn gave him his first beating and he, he gave bạn meaning. hoặc so it seems.
Dave kept his katana press against your throat and bạn can only speak out in vowels without piercing skin. bạn admit, the homemade anime sword was in great quality. It doesn’t take much to make a shitty đít, mông, ass sword. Gulping hard, bạn begin to pan out the process.
Steal some fucking copper from an abandon house and some metal from a car. Whether that car belong to someone hoặc not, that doesn’t concern you. bạn gotta act like those damn không gian trolls if bạn wanna climb this mountain. Let’s get to it, bạn have the metal, now supply the heat. Painstakingly melt the two together, beat the shit outta it with hammer and soak it in a bath tub filled water cold enough to make your Karkat’s tim, trái tim look like a fireplace.
bạn know this because Dave knows this.
Nine minutes.
We as humans always kill what we love. Then again, that’s a double edge sword. Pun intended.
Dave leans towards bạn and with ease he guides the blade along your throat. bạn smell him. The musk mixed with Nitroglycerin but most of all, smuppets. Taken back, bạn allow your spine to curve along the back of the chair, trying to avoid Dave as much as bạn could. He knows you’re avoiding him, how? Because.
He is Dave Strider.
Eight minutes.
His shades strike a certain lighting where bạn could see the smolder glare. Your breath hike and instantly bạn were được trao a new scent, smoke.
41 stories up and 3 down from the roof, bạn only imagine the Mischief Committee of Project Scratch escaping the building just as the demolition team would run down the building The English building. Where, if they keep up this pace without single doubt in your mind, they will hit plush rump and sit off this domino.
Just as this place blows, the trolls would linger in the crowd enclosing the area. They tham gia with the pointers and the awe’s, all but ignorant to fact that their leader is about to break your tim, trái tim and get away with murder.
Seven minutes.
Tomorrow in the newspaper, photo’s would be taken at every angle and then be splash about. Poor Ms.Rose Lalonde’s front cover issue about her latest New York Time best seller would have to put on page two for your story, for your tragedy.
Five minutes.
Karkat would be the only eyewitness, the only reliable nguồn to this mishap. Reporters would swarm him asking,” How did bạn know Dave Strider?”
“Because I fucked that asshole.”
He replied as he flick off the cameras and storm off to some thrift store and buy another suite of the best man.
Karkat is apart of this strange tình yêu triangle. bạn want Dave, Dave wants Karkat and Karkat wants you.
bạn had admit before Dave loses his cool and finally snaps your neck with metal, that the whole point of this operation was not to fuck with the man but Karkat Vantas. This vòng tròn circles back this man: the anarchy, the explosion, the excoriation of mind and soul was for this man.
Truthfully, bạn don’t want Karkat yet he wants bạn while he ignores the fact that Dave wants him. Sure enough, Dave doesn't want you, John. Dave doesn't want bạn and wants to get rid of you. Not because he doesn't like you. It has to do with the fact that bạn are getting in his way of getting his prize. That prize being Karkat. This sick tam giác has nothing to do with love. This fuck up sex Scandal has to do with ownership of property that rightfully belongs to what Dave belives is his.
Without Karkat Vantas, who is Dave Strider?
Four minutes.
You’re wasting time.
“We’ll become legend, don’t bạn want that?” He pushes the tip of his boot onto your groin, your needy, greedy groin.
Yes, bạn answer, bạn want to become a legend. Have your name spread across textbooks of he public education system. bạn nuốt, nhạn once more.
Dave, bạn croak, dude, don’t you? I’ll make bạn into a legend. Unlike those không gian trolls, I’ve been here since the beginning.
I remember everything.
Three minutes.
