awwwwwwwww here it goes

[gogoghostpowers]

Who: Octavia and Danny
When: today uhhhh what's today, November 9th?
Where: Wally's backyard by the gazebo
What: some fucked up shit
Warnings: attempted murder?


Danny hasn't been keen on using his powers since he found out the exact extent of the destruction he's capable of, so he has to get a little creative with how he gets into the backyard. He wants as few people to know if possible about this, even Walter himself if he can manage it.

So instead he crawls through the neighbors' yards and crawls over the fence into Walter's with a quiet grunt.

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[drama8om8]

Naturally, Octavia is already there. Waiting. Lurking. Because now is not the time for dramatic entrances, and if her entrance can't be dramatic then she doesn't want it to be seen.

Serket logic.

She waves Danny over towards the half-finished gazebo, doing her best to look confident. And sure about what she's doing. And appropriately murderous-yet-sympathetic. It basically means she's pulling a face that looks like a slightly-nauseated Nic Cage.

[gogoghostpowers]

Danny doesn't feel too confident about this, looking at Octavia's face, but he wasn't feeling too confident about this in the first place, so he just attributes her expression to his own unease.

"H-hey. So...how are we going to do this?" He's trying to sound casual about it but ends up sounding a little scared.

[drama8om8]

She actually brightens a little at the question, despite Danny sounding distressingly worried. What commitment to professionalism. Wow.

"I have given this a lot of thought, Danny." A couple of magic eight-balls appear in her hands and are summarly smashed to get at the goodies inside.

"I can't use my dice, because I could get a bad break and roll some kind of shitty dumb lame attack for losers. One that would just mildly inconvenience you instead of killing you. So!" She holds up the objects, one at a time. "We have a pillow for smothering, or a kitchen knife for getting all stabby. Whichever works for you. Or I guess we could gank a hammer from the building equipment if you want to get all bludgeony about it."

[gogoghostpowers]

"Uh." Wow, he really didn't consider all the details of this, did he? This is a new level of morbid and messed up...but he can't back out of this now.

"Your choice?" He looks over the tools again, then points. "Maybe the knife? Just to make it fast." He imagines smothering would be quite slow and painful, and wouldn't even guarantee anything if he just passes out from it and wakes back up again.

[drama8om8]

"A good choice. Out of all the ways I have died, being stabbed to death was the best!"

Wait. Waity-wait. Way too cheerful.

"I mean, it was still pretty terrible, I guess. What with it being a sharp thing slicing straight through my back and all. It seemed like a pretty big deal at the time."

She looks at the knife doubtfully, practicing some stabbing motions with it. She knows from experience that dying slowly is no picnic - she'll have to get this right.

[gogoghostpowers]

Danny doesn't want to see this. He doesn't think he has the stomach for this, he just wants to get it over with.

"Uh, right. Okay." He stares uneasily at her as she practices her stabs. "Well, I'll just--lay down and you can, uh. You know. Whenever you're ready."

True to his word, he lays down on the ground face up and waits, feeling increasingly more and more nauseous and tense. Maybe he'll vomit and choke to death on it--that's what happens to some people, right?

[drama8om8]

Octavia, on the other hand, should definitely have the stomach for this. She knows it's the right thing to do. She knows she's the only one who can handle it. She even knows what it's like to lie on your back and wait for someone to kill you, for fuck's sake.

But she's hesitating anyway. It's because they chose Walter's yard, isn't it? She can practically feel him scrunchyfacing disapprovingly at her from his room. That fucker.

"Uh." She waves the pillow at Danny, trying to sound more certain of herself than she actually feels. "You look. Uncomfortable! So you should rest your head on this and junk. Then we can stop shitting around and do this! Yeah."

[gogoghostpowers]

"Oh, uh. Okay."

He takes the pillow and sets it down on the ground before laying back down. Somehow, this doesn't make him feel any better. But he has to suck it up. It's scary, but he has to do this. So he schools his face into a tense, neutral expression, clenching his teeth to keep a straight face.

He thinks about what Octavia told him a while ago. You don't have to be a good person to be a hero. No, sometimes the most heroic action is making sure you'll never be able to commit any kind of atrocity. No more murders, no destroyed universes...Danny isn't sure what the extent of his actions were, but he knows it's enough to justify this.

"Alright. Alright, okay. I'm ready now. I'm ready."

[drama8om8]

Right. Okay. Time to do it. Do the thing. Octavia is so fucking ready for this now. She has got this on goddamn lock.

She's just going to. Raise the knife.

And kneel beside him. For a better stabbing angle.

And then stab him.

Aaaany minute now.

Yep.

"Ugh! You're doing it wrong." Because that's the only explanation for why this would be so hard. It's all Danny's fault. Lousy goddamn stupid fucking weenies messing up their own deaths. Inconsiderate as hell.

"Can you just. Try to look less innocent and junk? Channel your inner villain. You have one job, Danny!"

[gogoghostpowers]

He grits his teeth with the suspense of the delay. He feels like his heart is going to jump out of his chest and his stomach's going to liquefy, he just wants this to be over immediately. Why is Octavia prolonging it?

"Okay, okay! I'll just hide my face completely." He covers his face with his hands. That way, he won't be able to see her getting ready and plunge the knife. Probably better that way.

[drama8om8]

She raises the knife again. And then lowers it. God fucking dammit.

"That's even worse. I feel like I'm murdering a stupid frightened kid in the middle of peeing his coward pants." Part of her is pointing out that she's pretty much doing just that, but she's trying her best to ignore it. "Maybe if you like. Make a threatening face. Or act like you're fighting back. Or something."

[gogoghostpowers]

Danny can't take this level of suspense any more.

"Will you--just do it already!" he yells. He doesn't remove his hands from his face, though.

[drama8om8]

Danny's yelling and her own frustration at her failure to JUST STAB THE WEENIE ALREADY provide a convenient excuse for Tavia to snap. She makes an infuriated little hissy noise, grabs Danny by his stupid dumb neck for losers, and raises the knife yet again.

"Fine! Maybe I will!"

Except - of course - she can't. Because even if she's pissed off at herself and at him and at everything, there's enough human left in her to keep her from plunging the blade into his stupid dumb vulnerable chest.

She isn't entirely sure why that feels like a bad thing.

With a final shriek of buttmad childish fury, she flings the knife away over her head. There's an audible twannngggg as it embeds itself in the half-finished gazebo, but Octavia is too busy scrunching up her face and trying not to cry to notice. What is this. Why is this upsetting this is stupid everything is stupid.

I DON'T CARE THIS IS A MONTH LATE I'M TAGGING BACK GODDAMMIT

[gogoghostpowers]

It's as Tavia grabs him by the neck that his hands actually fall away from his face limply. As she raises the knife, he gasps and although he'd been planning this, he'd asked for this, his mind goes blank with pure terror. He accepts that he's going to die here, right now, as much as one can really accept that when they're about to get a knife to the chest.

So when she throws the knife away, Danny is simultaneously devastated and relieved. Devastated because he doesn't want to be doomed to this existence where he's inevitably going to turn into a monster, but relieved because for all his twisted ideas about heroic duty and self-sacrifice, he never wanted to die. That was only the grisly means to what he hoped would be the benevolent end.

That he doesn't even know how to feel or what he even wants causes him to draw his hands up to his face again. He rolls onto his side and curls into a ball, grounding his hands as deep as he can into his eyes while he starts to cry.

"...f-fuck." It comes out as a weak whimper between sobs.