“THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE FUCKER. I WARNED YOU” Karkat cocks his gun.
YOU’RE A DAMN FOOL, KARKIT LANTIS
I’VE ALREADY BEGUN MY ASCENSION
AND THIS TIME
YOU’LL HAVE A LOT MORE TROUBLE
GETTIN THE SAND OUTTA YER EYES
Karkat’s eyes widen in surprise. He would need a bigger gun. The Tardis teleports behind the blacknette troll. He reaches inside and pulls out an RPG. “BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I HAVE EYES”
Dale Gribble suddenly realized the trouble he may have been in. He was facing the greatest possible adversary that he could, in this position. He had successfully charged his most successful Pocket Sand Blast yet, but was faced with an obstacle he had only conceptualized in the deepest and darkest of his nightmares–his opponent’s possible lack of eyes.
He had not prepared for this. He began to accept his fate, but before he could completely give up, the voice of his mentor rang clearly in his head:
Ya gotta do this, Dale. The voice said. Think of the people yer lettin’ down. Think of Bobby. Think of Joseph. Think of….well, think of me, gotdangit. I love you, Dale. I always have. I always will. Get through this. For me, Dale. For….for us.
I’LL DO IT, HANKIE, Dale screamed, tears rushing down his face,
I’LL DO IT FOR US!
… … … D-Dale? … … … Please be okay, Dale, please, I need you, … … … Dale…I’m so sorry. I pushed you too hard. Please, Dale, where are you? Dale, I love you, please–
TO HAVE EYES, KARKIT CLAN TAG,
IS NOT THE SAME AS SEEING.
TIME IS SAND THROUGH AN HOURGLASS. I HAVE IT IN MY FUCKING POCKET, MORTAL. PREPARE TO DIE.
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