A/N:

This is a reader insert. Ya. I will slaughter your feels fans of Dave Strider! >:3

y/n= your name

e/c= eye color

w/o/c= weapon of choice

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You couldn't believe your eyes. You, y/n, just murdered your beloved Dave Strider in a fit of rage. You don't even remember what you were fighting about. But the w/o/c was in your hand and Dave was lifeless. His face had the same, emotionless expression he always had. You sit down next to him, your e/c eyes looking into his red ones. At first you can't choke out anything. You let tears run down your face. The tears drip on his cheek making it look like he was crying with you.You remove his shades. His eyes were dull. They held and interupted and startled look. You touch his cheek. You brush his almost white hair out of his face. you kiss his cheek and found a katana. You choke out your last word. "D-Dave..." Then you stab yourself. While you're dying, you suddenly remember what you were fighting about. Whether or not you should see a psychologist.