#dead steven

The good die young.

Run- just run!

(You guys gotta help me find a nickname for my steeb-)

Well, the Gone Wrong AU belongs to @spudinacup

This is my idea of what would happen if a Pink Steven conversation with Connie would go, in this situation. Since I can't draw very well I thought it would be more fun to write it out instead.

I left the gore parts out for those who might not want to read that, all expect for the mention of blood.

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Tick, tick, tick, 

The clock struck every second almost as if it meant to strike every nerve in his body. Ticking by slowly the sound ringing in his ear with every movement. His eyes were wide, focused on the body in front of him. His hand shook slowly, raising them to look at the harsh coloration difference of pink and red. The warm liquid cascading down his fingers and palm staining his jacket sleeves. How did it come to this? He flinched at the sound of ruffling clothes behind him, how could he forget. He slowly looked over his shoulder, there standing with blood-stained clothes and hands, Connie. This had to be a dream, the cold feeling consuming his mind had to be a trick. 

He pressed his hands to the ground, barely taking notice to the pool of blood just below him. He beckoned himself to stand, Connie, shoved her balled-up hands into her jacket. Turning around, she stared at the floor, her face scrunched up. She took a deep breath and straightened out but refused to turn around and face him.  

“We’re finally free, welcome home… it’s just you and me now, just standing alone.. The world is ours.” She muttered these words as if she was trying to fool herself, trick herself into thinking that this wasn’t one bit of her fault. A sick feeling twisted in his stomach as he listened to her voice, his vision blurring and glitching. He could see her tear-stained face as she screamed laying on top of him. He closed his eyes and shook his head. 

“No, it isn’t.” He muttered in a hushed voice, glancing to the front door of this house, harsh lights shone through the windows, lighting up the room just enough for them to see what, no, what she had caused. 

“Get in the car,” Connie commanded, her voice shook for only a second, her back still turned to him. She pushed her jacket closer to her legs. Closing her eyes as she waited for Steven to do what he was told. 

“This isn’t finished.” 

Connie spun around to face him, her eyes wide and wild, her eyes quickly darting around trying to look away before that was all they could settle on. “What.” She whispered in pure shock, slowly pulling her hands out of her jacket pockets. Steven took a deep breath and stepped back, the back of his foot bumping into the body behind him. His wide eyes glanced behind him, staring at the perfect replica of him, only it wasn’t pink.

“Even though the kids dead, I’m still seeing red,” He whipped his head to look back at Connie, his hand flying up to his head to drag his fingers through his messy hair. “I’m some shell of his form is innocence shed,” Steven spoke quickly, his words slurred with panic, his wide eyes now trained on Connie as she approached slowly. Her head tilted down, her face was no longer scrunched up in worry but in frustration. 

“He lived a good life and he gave it to you.” She muttered her voice bitter and cold, her gaze had now hardened into a glare. Steven shifted away from her, a grief-stricken smile pushing his cheeks back. He grabbed a fist full of his hair and gave her a dry laugh, looking at the ground for only a moment before he looked back up at her with nothing but rage. 

“Is that right? You know it’s not true! Look at him showered in blood and flowers! Now look in my eyes she still holds the power, after years and tears and confronting his fears he’s dead his record for the world to hear. And they all think that it was suicide but Connie I know it was you inside.” He hissed his voice laced with venom, he took a step forward forcing Connie back, his hand jerked away from his head to point at Connie. His face was twisted with rage as the words bubbled up his throat one after another. Connie could only glare at him, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. 

“I saved him, I held him to the moment he died!” She rose her voice this time, barking back at him. She took a step back raising her hands up as if she was ready for a fight. She gritted her teeth when Steven took a taller stance as if trying to overpower her with height alone. 

“You choked him out of his own goddamn mind. Promised the world to him a goddamn lie!” He yelled, his hand thrown back to gesture at the body behind him. Connie shook her head and blinked her tear away. 

“What do you want from me!?” She yelled back gritting her teeth, Steven lowered his hands and stepped next to his body. His face cold as he looked at her with nothing but hate, 

“Oh look outside yourself.” He hissed, Connie froze for a moment and took a deep breath, backing away she went back to staring at the blood-soaked floor. 

“I won’t help you take her down.” She muttered as she dropped her hands to her sides, closing her eyes as if she was in pain. She only opened her eyes when she heard Steven shuffling, she watched him step over to his body and start to pick it up. His face etched with rage and hate, he didn’t look anything like his old self. 

“Fine! I’ll do it by myself!” He yelled slowly lifting his body off the ground, his teeth bared in an animalistic kind of rage Connie had never seen before. She took a step back in shock and fear, her heartbeat ringing in her ears. Her chest swelled with so many things she needed to say, but she could only manage a few words. 

“You don’t mean it!” She took a few steps forward, reaching out to Steven only to stop short, her hands falling back to her sides, as she watched Steven pick up his body. Holding the bloody and mangled mess close to his chest. His face now calmed to a calm rage that settled a feeling of unease in Connie’s mind. 

“Oh, I know that I mean it.” He muttered stepping past Connie and closer to the door. Connie chased after him, her voice now shaking as she spoke in panic. 

“She’s been gone for years, I know you can beat it!” She yelled, Steven suddenly came to a halt causing her to bump into his back. She quickly took a few steps back as he turned around to look at her. His form glitched and his eyes wavered like he was seeing something else, he wasn’t looking at her anymore. Her stomach twisted with anxiety and she forced herself to take another step back. 

“Look in a mirror! You know we both fear her! We’re on in the same, we’re afraid to be near her! We utter the name with our spirits defeated! BUT YOU LET ME KILL HIM YOUR WORSE THAN PINK!” He gradually raised his voice along with anger and before she knew he was screaming at her. His eyes wildly searching for something that didn’t exist. She bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head. Forced to respond to the mistakes she had made, she had to say something. 

“I told you to end it.. It was all for the best…!” She yelled back weakly grabbing the chest of her shirt and tugging at it. Something bubbling up her throat as she spoke she felt sick, she didn’t want to look at what they had done any longer. 

“So I be to blame for this pain in my chest,” Steven uttered with a hate-filled tone, he looked down at Connie in disdain. Tears now dripped down Connie’s cheeks as memories flashed by in only seconds. She could feel the blood on her hands turning cold and her panic rose, she whipped her head up to look at Steven. 

“NO!” 

“If you won’t go I will. To avenge the lost I killed.” He hissed and spun back around to continue his trek out the door. Connie pulled at her shirt as she gasped between sobs, the piece of cloth now felt like it had been choking her. She took two shaky steps after Steven, calling out to him with wobbly words. 

“You’re filling your heart up with hate! All the same, as the kid-” 

“NO, no, no, no, no!” Steven screamed at her words being lost in the sound of his voice, he froze in his tracks and squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the sound of her voice. He spun back around to look at Connie.

“Save it!” She hissed back at him, her tear-stained face not granting her any pity from him as he continued to speak to her. He spat his words as he spoke stepping over to the couch and setting his body on the cushions dirtying the once clean item with blood. 

“It’s time I made a statement of pity, this city has ruined us, we could’ve fooled everyone, just the two of us, but Pink has made a fool of us.” Steven hissed and stared back at Connie once again looking through her, his eyes searching and clouded. 

“You’re lost.” She muttered and took a step back as Steven walked toward her, she bumped into the counter behind her bloodied hands gripping onto the cold surface. Steven just kept walking as he spoke. 

“One, two, three, four. Is this what love is really for? Is this all I get for being yours? The kid in front of me in blood and gore,” He hissed and looked away from Connie, counting as if that would calm him down or bring him back to reality. “Five, six, seven, eight. Years put to waste for all I hate. They’ll all know Pink’s fate, that show’s about to start, don't be late.” He muttered the last of his words and turned toward the door, stomping his way out of the house and pushing the door out of the way.

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