towerofanimus | You say "Goodbye"

Characters: Dave Strider and everyone ever
Setting: Wherever, everywhere, go nuts man
Format: Any; I'll follow whatever you want!
Summary: The best time to arrive somewhere is during an event. That's exactly what seems to have happened for this kid.
Warnings: Dave being an insufferable prick to everyone ever, sass, cussing, copious amounts of swag, Kim trying to get Dave killed in his intro (I'm being serious).

[Room 1-04]
Dave read the letters. He already thought the first one was utter bullshit. His world was destroyed way before this tower saved his ass. Wow, talk about late to the party. He read the second one a little more seriously. Considering that there probably isn't any way out (he's getting too used to being stuck in places, dear god), he should know how to get around.

He changed out of whatever bullshit he woke up in, putting on one of the broken record t-shirts, jeans, and converse. He made sure his shades were placed perfectly over his face before noticing the collar around his neck.

Dave tapped his finger against the collar, shook his head and headed out.

[Everywhere else ever]
In retrospect, he should have grabbed one of his shitty swords. Oh well.

"Hey." He's probably trying to get your attention. He hates to be the new guy, but Dave really needed to know what he was in for. There had to be more then to what these letters had to say. "On a scale from piece of cake to I warned you dog, how bad of an idea is it to try and get these piece of shits off our necks? We can also use a scale of one to ten if that makes it easier. I would ask where the nearest exit is, but seeing as you're here, it seems like a dumb question to ask."

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This definitely wasn't happening. Her gaze lingered on him longer than she'd preferred, and she quite obviously gave him a once over or two. What was this feeling? She slid closer, closing distance that she would normally keep for her own personal bubble of space. A smirk curled her lips, flashing rows of sharp teeth.

"All the bitches? Please. You've got one, maybe two. Which is pretty unfortunate."

Unfortunate? What was she saying? Well, it felt like the right thing to say, the thing that would satiate the jealousy that bubbled up in her so suddenly it might have winded her if she weren't so affected by... Whatever was affecting her! If she didn't know any better, she'd say she was feeling flushed.

Dave stood his ground. Of course he would, why the fuck would he back up? It's just another troll, being a troll. She might be at least a decent troll considering how he's successfully gotten other trolls to block him instead.

"Unfortunate? How so? Everyone wants to have a good time with Strider."

He is completely oblivious to your jealousy or feelings. He doesn't even know who you are, other then you're probably that bitch, Serket.

"You shouldn't be so easy, it's unbecoming. You really need to focus your attentions on one person."

As long as he hasn't backed up, she will definitely be leaning into his space now. Going to back up yet, Dave?

"Hey, who said I was easy. I'm not gonna hitch myself with just anyone."

He doesn't lean back though, but holds his ground. If she wants to invade his space, he'll let her. He isn't the type to back down at the very least.

"Hitch?"

Vriska doesn't really care what that human terminology means, as she looks him over again now that she's closer, and her gaze is definitely predatory. Her eyes focus on his chest, and she can practically feel the heartbeat in it. But it's not enough, so she lifts her hand to slide it along his chest. Provided he doesn't actually move this time. She really wants to feel it. Hold it even.

He was about to open his mouth to respond but...

"What the fuck are you doing?" He doesn't back off, but he's very aware how uncomfortable he feels. He isn't sure how to react. Not only was she in his personal space now, but she was feeling up his chest. Okay, this is kind of creepy. Reaching the highest level of the creep-o-meter pretty fast.

"Taking something that's mine."

The response is simple as she casually digs her fingers into his shirt to rip it open and lean forward to cover his lips with hers. It wouldn't do to have him making a fuss once her fingers start digging into his flesh. She just can't wait to have that organ beating in her palm. She really can't see prolonging it with idle chatter.

"Wh-!"

He was about to respond back, but he actually blanks for a moment when she starts kissing him. He's only vaguely aware that she just started ripping the front of his shirt.

It clicks in his mind quickly enough, and he tries to back up. Tries to move away from her.

Vriska uses her free hand to grab his hair, anything but gentle with the grip. She just wants him to stay still while she starts to cut through his chest with her claws. She tries to drag him closer, still kissing him. She hates that he's fighting her, doesn't he love her the way she loves him? The way that makes you want to preserve your lover's organs in a jar? Well, everything will be alright as soon as she has his heart in her hands, because no one else can have it then.

He makes a strangled cry, but it's completely muffled. He can't get any words out, much less any sounds with her lips crushed against his.

All he knows is that pain is flaring up in his chest. He can't even feel anything else, his mind just dead center on claws digging into flesh. Both his hands move to grab the wrist of the hand digging into his chest, trying to pull her hand away.

It's too late, her fingers have already pierced through, pushing past bone to reach for his heart. She pulls him closer, as much as she can until her fingers are gripping the organ as it thrums.

She's never felt more alive in her life than she does now with blood oozing between her fingers and the heart pounding against her palm. She stands there for a minute or so more, simply enjoying the feeling, knowing that once she rips it out it'll stop beating. But it will be hers, and that thought compels her to grip it and tear it out, splattering blood across herself in the process.

He wants to scream, but nothing really comes out. Everything kind of deafens around him and he feels like he's gone numb. But he can feel everything. Her hands shoving through until it wraps around his heart. He just know his whole body is on fire. Everything hurts and he isn't sure if he's even alive anymore. Barely grasping at the thin thread that was keeping him just above death.

He isn't sure if he'll remember the feeling of having his heart ripped out. The pained cry that ends shortly after. It's like pulling the batteries out of the clockwork. Everything stops ticking. The gears stop moving. Dave just falls back with a thump, everything about him lifeless. The only thing that made it obvious he was once alive was he was still warm to touch and the floor coming out form his chest was still oozing and fresh.

Vriska hardly gives his body a second glance, because her eyes are focused on what is hers. This heart clutched possessively in her palm, dripping bright red down her hand and arm to the floor. Her eyes flick to Dave for a second, grinning.

"Thanks, Strider. Too bad you had to die."

She turns, heading down the hallway to find somewhere that she can preserve her prize.

You say "Goodbye"

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I REMEMBER SCREAMING WHEN THIS SHOWED UP IN MY INBOX???!

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