where you're gonna find yourself

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Characters: Gamzee Makara [OU] and Vriska Serket [OU]
Setting: Room 1-02 > Floor 6 (forest floor)
Format: Action
Summary: Vriska needs to complete her revenge cycle. So Gamzee has got to go.
Warnings: Death, giant spiders, language

[She's never been more angry in her life. That punishment had done nothing more than amplify the fire in her that had flared the moment Gamzee had killed her. Who the hell did he think he was, killing her? She was Vriska Serket, she was a god, this was total bullshit.

And that's precisely why she was there at Gamzee's door, knocking impatiently. She had plans for him, and she felt like asking him to meet her on the network would be too suspicious, and she didn't want to risk it. This way, at least, she could drag him to the forest if he didn't follow willingly. It all depended on how he was now- if he was still off or back to normal. She had to be prepared for either, and she's made sure she is this time.]

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[The rush of his thoughts against her own is staggering, and it's pretty apparent she wasn't prepared for his mind to push back against hers like this. But that's fine, because he exhausts himself before he can overwhelm her completely and she's back in control of this situation again. She's the one overwhelming him, and that's the way she wants it. Needs it so that she can put him to sleep.]

Nap time, Gamzee.

[Once he's been put to sleep, she'll drag him to the forest, keeping out of sight. And she'll only wake him again once he's been mostly wrapped in Spidermom's silk. She wants him to see the way he's going to die, and she doesn't really consider what the consequences of that might be.]

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[As soon as he felt himself fading, it was too late to panic. The last words he heard out of her would have been met with a snarl of disapproval - if he'd lasted that long. He was out almost instantly, crumpling to the ground in a heap of sharply-angled bones and horns, and he wouldn't awaken until much, much later.]

[When he did rise again, he'd thought he'd been killed. He couldn't move - just as he couldn't earlier on, after the Condesce had done him in, after he'd been paralyzed in his bed, safe and sound, save for the memories of everything that had transpired and the new, unfamiliar darkness in his mind. He shook the thoughts of pretty easily, though, as more of his fried-out pan began to work. He was not in his room. He hadn't died... yet.]

[What the fuck was around his body!? It was so fucking tight, he could feel the circulation being cut off, well, everywhere. Panicked squirming yielded no satisfactory results - it only made him more anxious when he realized he couldn't move at all. His breaths came quick and heavy, now, filled with nerves and maddening rage. What the fuck was going on!?]

[...Vriska.]

[Vriska. Where the fuck was she!? She was the last thing he remembered. This... this fucking spider silk everywhere had to be because of her. With a final grunt and attempt to wiggle himself free, he was able to move his head just enough to have his gaze dart around the area frantically, trying to spot her.]

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[She perched on a limb nearby, but it's not her that he should be worried about. Rather, he should be worried about the spider beneath her, taking up a good bit of the clearing with her girth. She seems to have backed off after she'd wrapped him up, no doubt at Vriska's request.

When Vriska sees him awake, her smile widens to sadistic levels. Seeing him helpless like that fueled the dark part of her that demanded violence and revenge for all the things she'd ever been wronged for.]

Well, well. Look who's finally awake. Did you have a nice nap?

[She cocks her head, eyeing him before her eyes flick down to the lusus resting on the ground.]

Not yet. Soon, I promise.

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[She doesn't worry him at all, fuck you! Everything is totally fine and under motherfucking control. He just... is completely restricted physically. No. Big. Deal.]

[But holy fuck, there's a huge fucking spider underneath him. It's the most God damn ugly thing he'd ever seen. Its beady eyes were fixed on him, writhing around in that fucking silk cocoon like a stupid wiggler. It was mortifying, this. Being stared down like a late lunch from some repulsive excuse for a lusus, while simultaneously having the one bitch whose neck you wanted so badly to wring and wring until it snapped clean off of her body mocking you all the while. If he focused on the vastly infuriating nature of the situation, it would be easier to forget the worlds of terror that were gripping him. Worlds of terror that he would never, ever admit to.]

FUCK YOU!

[A man of many words and well-crafted retorts.]

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[She laughs, mocking and condescending as she presses her foot dangerously close to the silk holding Gamzee up.]

Look at you, cocooned like a fucking wriggler. No way to pupate like you need to. You almost look too pathetic to kill.

[Her smiles widens a tick.]

Almost.

[And then her foot is kicking the cocoon, sending a vibration through the web and grabbing the spider's attention. It scurries up toward him, pedipalps flashing out to grab him and hold him once she was close enough to sink her fangs in.]

It's too bad you won't stay dead for good. But maybe we'll get lucky and you will.

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[Her words were getting to him. He had an ego, dammit! He wanted to reach out with his fangs and rip that fucking foot right off of its ankle. She was too motherfucking smug. In all the days he spent being afraid of her, it was because of this exact behavior. Entitled, cocky, obsessed with vengeance, physical and mental manipulation - all around she was easily someone to keep your distance from. But that was when he was a brainless idiot, more concerned with floor tiles and flashing lights than putting a bitch in her proper motherfucking place.]

[Granted, it was hard to put anyone in their place when you were literally pretty firmly rooted in yours. Fuck, she had the advantage, didn't she? He'd fucked up, back there. In his room. She'd busted in, psychic guns blazing, and taken him down while he was easy prey. He grit his teeth.]

Same old song and motherfucking dance with you, Spidertits. Ain't all got nothing goin' for you unless you're workin' to get all settling a fuckin' score with someone what's bested your ass, ain't you?

[Then, she kicks that vile thing containing him, eliciting a groan of displeasure. The blow didn't really hurt, seeing as it was cushioned quite extensively by the silk, and he almost rejoiced in that fact before he noticed the Thing was on the move. Headed.

Right.

Towards.

Him.]

[FUCK.]

[The spider was on him in an instant, and despite trying to save face and despite failing at saving face and despite being reduced to thrashing about in a futile escape attempt, there were fangs in his stomach, a gut-wrenching scream being ripped out of his mouth, and nothing he could do about any of it.]

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I've got plenty going for me, Makara. Settling this score with you isn't even at the top of my list. But it was the easiest thing to get to first. I knew you'd be an easy prey.

[How will he feel that the last thing he hears is manic laughter and his bones crushing beneath sharp fangs? Vriska doesn't get up to leave now that the feeding has started. She usually does once she knows there's no hope for them. But this is different. This is revenge and she's going relish in every sweet drop of it.

It's a shame he can't stay awake for the entire show. No matter how strong her psychic powers are, the lusus' venom is stronger and will have him paralyzed and unconscious sooner than she'd like.]