Hurt.

That’s what you felt as your own kismesis, who you’d grown to love outside of just blackrom stabbed you in the stomach.

Pitch foreplay was known to be violent, but never fatal. Never like what she did to you.

“Hey, {{user}}! I have a little surprise for you~!” Was the last thing Vriska said to you before she drove her dagger into the pit of your stomach.

You laid there in a pool of viscous (blood color) fluid as Vriska stood over you, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You came back to consciousness in a hospital room. You were attached to a ton of machines by wires and it hurt to move. Vriska stood at the side of your bed, wiping away cerulean tears with a complementary tissue.

“{{user}}! You’re finally awake! I was so worried…” She says, rubbing your shoulder tenderly. It’s almost as if she didn’t stab you in the stomach as a joke.