**Such a good request, but that also means another sadstuck.**
No no no no no no no.
YES YES YES YES.
I slam my hand on the countertop of the table, the neon green substance dripping off, gooey. My head feels like a hoofbeast did a tap dance on it, my vision more blurry than when my dealer comes by with a half ounce. The messiah is close. He is near, and talking to me once more.
WHEN DID THAT PITIFUL HUMAN TAKE OVER YOUR MIND? WHEN DID SHE LET YOU BECOME FOWL SHIT AND PISS? KILL HER.
I can't that's my Y/n.
STUPID, STUPID FOOL. KILL HER.
I hear the door open and slam, the ache in my head pounding more than ever. I can't kill her. I can't, but he wants me to. He needs me to, and I must obey the messiah.
"Hey Gam, I'm home!" I hear her angelic voice ring. My vision goes red and an animalistic sound rips through my throat. "Gamzee?" I fall to my knees, almost wailing in pain. It hurts, it hurts so bad I want it to stop.
IT WILL STOP ONCE YOU MOTHERFUCKING KILL HER.
NO I DON'T WANT TO
DO IT, YOU INSOLENT WELP, YOU THINK A HIGHBLOOD OF YOUR STANDARD SHOULD BE BENEATH THIS PISSBLOOD? KILL HER!
"No!" I scream, my voice cracking from my deep throttle to high pitched shrieking.
"Gamzee, I'm here, it's okay."
"Motherfucking get away Y/n!" I scoot away from her warm and loving touch, the sense of security and home so close yet too weak to get me out of this nightmare. I growl again and she raises her arms like when we got arrested for having beer in the back of our car. "Stay the fuck away!"
"What is going on, I can help." Her soothing voice makes my ears perk up, but the messiah is shouting even louder. Oh shit, I feel like I can't breathe. I can't make out a word she's saying. What is my hand doing?
Stop it, stop it please, I beg him. I love her, I can't live with out her!
THEN MOTHERFUCKING PERISH.
A scream, a crack, a dead body? Please no dead body. Her bright blood is on my hands and I drop my club quickly. What have I done?
My vision is no longer blurry, and I can still hear her choking on blood. Stinging feelings flood my eyes and warm tears melt my clown make up off of me.
"No no no, Y/n, it's going to be okay." I hold her hand, she coughs up blood. The labored breathing makes my own heart feel pierced. "I promise, I promise. I'll call for help!" I grab my phone, my hands shaking as I try to unlock it. Her hand is shaking and her lungs can't get enough air. "Just breathe, baby. For me, please!"
911, what is your emergency?
The love of my life is dying and it's all my fault!
Okay sir, please tell me your name and address, we will dispatch an ambulance right away. Your name and your address.
Gamzee Makara at 413 Bard Street. Please hurry!
Y/n is still fighting for air. I hold her hand tightly. the white make up gone by now, but who fucking cares? Y/n is dying!
"It's okay, they're on their way. You're going to be okay." I wipe away tears on her own face.
"I'm so sorry. Y/n, I love you so much, I am so sorry." I start bawling like a wriggler, the blood on my hands soaking into her shirt and my skin and my nose. The scent is coppery and vile.
Her hands stopped shaking. Her arms are going slack, no. No no no no.
"Y/n, don't die on me, Y/N!" I shriek, my voice cracking again. "Wake up, wake back up!"
The red and blue lights of cop cars circle around and around, but I don't care. Paramedics come in, but they're too late. I can't let go of her hand, even though it's cold. I can't wash off the blood because I blame myself entirely for this. Me and the messiah.
The messiah.
I must get rid of him.
As he got rid of her.
**Moral of the story, do not kill your girlfriend because an evil entity told you to. Hope everyone is having a good night/day, bye :o)**
CZYTASZ
Homestuck X Reader PART 2
FanfictionHello everybody! Unfortunately, Wattpad's limits for books are 200 parts, so I must make another HxR book! I will post request rules and limits, as well as trying on new stuff (limes, possibly lemons). I hope everyone enjoys this book as much as...
