#drone thing

And not even to your face. It’s more like a brick to your shins, because instead of knocking your out it only services to knock you down on your knees. 

The moment your eyes hit that post that Karkat wrote you knew that it was going to be bad news. It wasn’t even like you were going to be able to recover from it in any kind of timely manner. There was no bounce back from your best friend figuratively spitting in your face while you were so close to finally doing something good with what you were given. He was going to reactivate the literal bane of your existence. And he thought that this was going to be so simple as changing the code to the programming one little thing at a time. 

What an absolute fool. 

From the pit that your stomach sank to you knew this was going to be the end of everything you’ve accomplished in your life. The absolute sense of dread was lurking under the boiling rage that was popping at your skin and needing to be released. 

The grubs went to Crona and you took off outside. No explanation given more than that you needed a second to breathe. Maybe you could be fine make this work but those thoughts are swept away by the threat to your livelihood hanging in the balance of if the drones were going to literally fuck up your life. Once you are far enough away the sand becomes your punching bag, even after it becomes glass from the heat of all the bolts you drove into it. Raining shards into the sea with glass that sounded like rain as it hit the surface of the water. 

More than just angry you were hurt. And your eyes burn as the tears stream down your face as you realize that you’ve lost your best friend. Karkat, who you could count on to be there at any time and in any pinch. The absolute betrayal you felt sunk into your chest like a knife, pulling the air out of your lungs until it hit the hilt. And as you continue your barrage against the beach the storm clouds roll in to gather above you. Thunder booming loud above you as the lightning lights up the dark overcast and wind whips around you after all the energy is spent you’re left screaming at the crashing waves. 

Your security. Your hive.  Your project.  And your best friend.